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Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement. In a culture that relentlessly promotes avarice and excess as the good life, a person happy doing his own work is usually considered an eccentric, if not a subversive. Ambition is only understood if it’s to rise to the top of some imaginary ladder of success. Someone who takes an undemanding job because it affords him the time to pursue other interests and activities is considered a flake. A person who abandons a career in order to stay home and raise children is considered not to be living up to his potential — as if a job title and salary are the sole measure of human worth.

You’ll be told in a hundred ways, some subtle and some not, to keep climbing, and never be satisfied with where you are, who you are, and what you’re doing. There are a million ways to sell yourself out, and I guarantee you’ll hear about them.

To invent your own life’s meaning is not easy, but it’s still allowed, and I think you’ll be happier for the trouble.

Bill Watterson

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This is how I proposed to my girlfriend - she said yes!


Woman marries dog

Thanks, Obama!

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The Bizarre Mystery of Somerton Man

In 1948, the body of a man was found on Somerton beach in Adelaide, Australia. Police found a suitcase which they believed was his containing clothing in which all but three items had their name tags removed. The name on the remaining items pointed them to a man who was later identified as not being the dead man. A small note in the man’s pocket said “taman shud” which was cut out from the last line of a book of poems, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. The words translate to “The End” but is actually spelled “tamam shud”. Once the press misspelled the words, they were never corrected.

A doctor seeing the note on TV contacted police to say that the same book had appeared in the backseat of his unlocked car with the last words cut from the book. In the back of the book were coded markings (original shown above) which have not been deciphered.

A name in the front of the book led police to a woman who said she had given it to a man named Alfred Boxall during the Second World War. Upon seeing a plaster cast of the dead man, she identified him by the name of Boxall. This appeared to solve the mystery of who the man was, until a man named Boxall was discovered alive with his copy of the book undamaged. Coincidentally the woman who identified the man lived in Glenelg – the last town visited by the dead man before he traveled by bus to his final destination.

This is considered to be one of Australia’s most profound mysteries. Researchers and crime enthusiasts are still trying to solve the case to this day. An exhumation of Somerton Man’s body was requested but denied with the court stating that its purpose would only be for publicity and not for trying to solve his murder. To that extent, I disagree. There is no statute of limitations on murder and even thought the perpetrator is likely deceased, it is a case that has held the world in awe of the many intertwining mysteries it holds.

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I would just like to say fuck you to everyone who made me feel inadequate growing up and ruining my self esteem for years. You all suck and I’m glad I don’t talk to any of you any more. 

Very well written.

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You’ll have to click the image twice to read it. 

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Head of the Gorgon Medusa

Late 19th Century Czechoslovakian brooch, gold, jasper, and crystal. 

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This is the village of Nukumori no Mori, or, in English, the Forest of Warmth, in Shizuoka, Japan. People say visiting it is like jumping into a Studio Ghibli movie.

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