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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>C'est la vie!</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @eelanaa)</generator><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"I’ve never understood why people are so unnerved by the tininess of our human experience. It’s..."</title><description>“I’ve never understood why people are so unnerved by the tininess of our human experience. It’s always made sense to me. We’re just biological blips in the wholeness of time. But what a lovely thing to be. What a gift. I just want to be recycled into a willow tree eventually.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Erin Belieu, in &lt;a href="http://willowsprings.ewu.edu/interviews/belieu.php" target="_blank"&gt;an interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; for Willow Springs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51094899977</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51094899977</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 17:12:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I just woke up from a weird dream

I was at the airport and I got past security and into an elevator...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I just woke up from a weird dream&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was at the airport and I got past security and into an elevator that would take me to the level my gate was on. So, I got on with 2 other guys, and then I pressed a button, but then there was this weird crunch and it was evident that we were doomed. Then we all looked at each other like wtf do we do now? SO I pressed another button that had a little hand symbol on it because I thought that&amp;#8217;s how we got help or assistance or whatever but then the little digital thing that usually tells you which floor you&amp;#8217;re on became a timer that started from 99 and went downwards. Then one of the guys looked at me and was like &amp;#8220;ok we&amp;#8217;re about to die so let&amp;#8217;s have sex&amp;#8221; and then we somehow ended up in a threesome and then the elevator door opened and the maintenance guys were like &amp;#8220;hey you&amp;#8217;re free to go&amp;#8221; so we all ran away and then 10 minutes later my mom was like &amp;#8220;yo there&amp;#8217;s someone that looks like you on the front page of the newspaper that apparently had sex in the airport elevator har har har&amp;#8221; and then I had to run away from the police for the rest of my dream.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51090216645</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51090216645</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 16:11:15 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Well I know I'm bouncy. I may or may not have been teased in gym class in high school for being bouncy while running. What kind of headphones are those?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Kids find the weirdest things to tease people about. Though I do recall giggling at a dude that ran with the longest strides ever. He looked like a gazelle. It was all in good fun though! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The headphones are downstairs and my legs are too wobbly to walk that far and check. They’re not high quality or anything special. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51058984773</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51058984773</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 04:54:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Running thoughts </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What&amp;#8217;s the evolutionary significance of white tailed rabbits? At night, I can only notice that there&amp;#8217;s a rabbit in the vicinity because of the big ol&amp;#8217; white butts that are ever so visible when they&amp;#8217;re running away &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My brain needs to work out a way to stay coordinated when I look up and run simultaneously &amp;#8216;cause the night sky is really nice to look at when I&amp;#8217;m not dizzy &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I&amp;#8217;m always dizzy &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I feel this weird guilt when I listen to music loudly as I run as if the people inside the houses will hear it or the rapists hidden in the bushes will take that as a sign that I wouldn&amp;#8217;t hear them approach me (which I most definitely wouldn&amp;#8217;t) &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Rabbits really need to stop running across the path when I&amp;#8217;m running because it makes me panic &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Why are there so many police cars driving by me, am I doing something wrong&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I go out at night because I like the dark so why are the street lights turning on as I run under them&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I want every house on this street&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Except that one &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Someone is smoking good weed &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Maybe I should cry for help, maybe I should kill myself, blame it on the ADD baaabyyyy&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I think people that say they run for fun are lying&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My extremities aren&amp;#8217;t producing any more heat, time to head home&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51058726780</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51058726780</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 04:44:35 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>how the hell did those headphones stay on during a run? Nothing stays on my head when I run. Maybe I just run weird?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Maybe you’re too bouncy. Or maybe they’re the wrong headphones. Or maybe none of the above and all headphones suck when it comes to running because nothing stays on my head/in my ears either. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51058451542</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51058451542</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 04:34:10 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I wore this outfit for my run having seemingly forgotten that I...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f3926c4b4373d8cb32f31e5fe7106b93/tumblr_mn6w4mG01U1qzcsjio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wore this outfit for my run having seemingly forgotten that I live in Canada where warmth doesn’t exist so now I can’t feel my legs&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51057053332</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51057053332</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 03:43:34 -0400</pubDate><category>gpoy</category></item><item><title>infinitylooper:

Something to think about:
The Earth is 4.6...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/7dc18d4350b8abeebed488ea573ec404/tumblr_mm549ld6Pl1s5e4pfo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://infinitylooper.tumblr.com/post/49388902899/something-to-think-about-the-earth-is-4-6-billion" target="_blank"&gt;infinitylooper&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something to think about:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;The Earth is 4.6 billion years old. Let’s scale that to 46 years.&lt;br/&gt; We have been here for 4 hours. Our industrial revolution began 1 minute ago.&lt;br/&gt; In that time, we have destroyed more than 50% of the world’s forests.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent"&gt;This isn’t sustainable.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51048457143</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51048457143</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 00:26:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>nevver:

Making everything a mystery
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/443719e018bf3f42ae167b9709d6262d/tumblr_mn6m2yYQqV1qz6f9yo2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Photographs by Carolyn Drake&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f51997f3c885c7695abe760fa8f136e6/tumblr_mn6m2yYQqV1qz6f9yo3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Photographs by Carolyn Drake&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/eeef44ca478549659b7245110392c2c0/tumblr_mn6m2yYQqV1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Photographs by Carolyn Drake&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thisisnthappiness.com/post/51047205861/making-everything-a-mystery" target="_blank"&gt;nevver&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/photobooth/#slide_ss_0=1" target="_blank"&gt;Making everything a mystery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51047324656</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51047324656</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 00:08:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>And this is where the internet asks you to continue posting things from pole dancing class</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Maybe if I learn cool tricks n’ things. For now I’m just a clumsy mess and I’ll keep documentation to a minimum. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51047192579</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51047192579</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 00:06:25 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>figmentdotcom:

sketchmedesire:

A sixth grader’s advice to...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/841a62e9ada77cbb3cc71c2b670fb474/tumblr_mmtvjc3Q7K1qcrux4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://figmentdotcom.tumblr.com/post/51011315984/sketchmedesire-a-sixth-graders-advice-to" target="_blank"&gt;figmentdotcom&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sketchmedesire.tumblr.com/post/50482917812" target="_blank"&gt;sketchmedesire&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A sixth grader’s advice to future sixth graders.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Damn, kid. You speak truth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51046319985</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51046319985</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 23:53:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Called headstand with pole. Got it. Don't fake things though!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You gotta do what you gotta do.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51046154136</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51046154136</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 23:50:45 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>nevver:

And the end of all our exploringwill be to arrive where...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/c41a8e0599eb362af8616f7977b85b3f/tumblr_mn6kz06w3j1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisisnthappiness.com/post/51045592547/and-the-end-of-all-our-exploring-will-be-to-arrive" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;nevver&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the end of all our exploring&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saatchionline.com/art/Digital-Drawing-D-esse-V-Nine-Goodbye-Kisses-limited-edition-9-of-20/426086/1609685/view" target="_blank"&gt;will be to arrive where we started&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51045961315</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51045961315</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 23:47:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>You can't really fake being sexy there 0.0 Is there even a name for that pose there?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You can fake pretty well anything, I reckon. I don’t know what it’s called. I think it’s just a variation of a standard headstand (AKA me not knowing what I’m doing). &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51045924755</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51045924755</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 23:47:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I took my first pole dance class today and it was humiliating...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/c6eb5e8c25f2d5b8cd69a3318bf7dcc0/tumblr_mn6kdgyQcS1qzcsjio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took my first pole dance class today and it was humiliating and terrible and I’m gonna do it every week until I can fake being sexy!!!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51044670024</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51044670024</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 23:29:40 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>She does this every time I have fish for dinner</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2b4278edd1bc5bca86a793b425e875aa/tumblr_mn6cseYaYr1qzcsjio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;She does this every time I have fish for dinner&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51031366197</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51031366197</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 20:45:50 -0400</pubDate><category>or chicken</category><category>or anything really</category></item><item><title>How was the appointment?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I accidentally started crying in front of the doctor ‘cause I’m an idiot. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51008433396</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51008433396</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 15:48:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I want to Gigil you :3 heehee</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You’re the cutest! &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51008293692</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51008293692</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 15:46:51 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>nevver:

“There is nothing more provocative than minding your...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/562565f6eb532ea1bbd12d660379baac/tumblr_mn5tncxG3i1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisisnthappiness.com/post/51000962029/there-is-nothing-more-provocative-than-minding" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;nevver&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;a href="http://www.thequietfront.com/home/2013/5/21/william-burroughs" target="_blank"&gt;There is nothing more provocative than minding your own business.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51001247447</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51001247447</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:57:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Foreign Words We Could Use in English</title><description>&lt;a href="http://mentalfloss.com/article/50698/38-wonderful-foreign-words-we-could-use-english"&gt;Foreign Words We Could Use in English&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisisnthappiness.com/post/50999222477/foreign-words-we-could-use-in-english" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;nevver&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kummerspeck&lt;/b&gt; (German)&lt;br/&gt;
Excess weight gained from emotional overeating. Literally, grief bacon.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Shemomedjamo&lt;/b&gt; (Georgian) &lt;br/&gt;
You know when you’re really full, but your meal is just so delicious, you can’t stop eating it? 
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Tartle&lt;/b&gt; (Scots) &lt;br/&gt;
The nearly onomatopoeic word for that panicky hesitation just before you have to introduce someone whose name you can’t quite remember.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;  Mamihlapinatapai&lt;/b&gt; (Yaghan language of Tierra del Fuego) &lt;br/&gt;
This word captures that special look shared between two people, when both are wishing that the other would do something that they both want, but neither want to do.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Backpfeifengesicht&lt;/b&gt; (German) &lt;br/&gt;
A face badly in need of a fist.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Iktsuarpok&lt;/b&gt; (Inuit) &lt;br/&gt;
You know that feeling of anticipation when you’re waiting for someone to show up at your house and you keep going outside to see if they’re there yet? 

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pelinti&lt;/b&gt; (Buli, Ghana) &lt;br/&gt;
Your friend bites into a piece of piping hot pizza, then opens his mouth and sort of tilts his head around while making an “aaaarrrahh” noise. The Ghanaians have a word for that. More specifically, it means “to move hot food around in your mouth.”

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Greng-jai&lt;/b&gt; (Thai) &lt;br/&gt;
That feeling you get when you don’t want someone to do something for you because it would be a pain for them.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mencolek&lt;/b&gt; (Indonesian) &lt;br/&gt; 
You know that old trick where you tap someone lightly on the opposite shoulder from behind to fool them? The Indonesians have a word for it.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Faamiti&lt;/b&gt; (Samoan) &lt;br/&gt; 
To make a squeaking sound by sucking air past the lips in order to gain the attention of a dog or child.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Gigil&lt;/b&gt; (Filipino) &lt;br/&gt;
The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is irresistibly cute.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Yuputka&lt;/b&gt; (Ulwa) &lt;br/&gt;
A word made for walking in the woods at night, it’s the phantom sensation of something crawling on your skin.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Zhaghzhagh&lt;/b&gt; (Persian) &lt;br/&gt; 
The chattering of teeth from the cold or from rage.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Vybafnout&lt;/b&gt; (Czech) &lt;br/&gt; 
A word tailor-made for annoying older brothers—it means to jump out and say boo.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Fremdschämen&lt;/b&gt; (German) &lt;br/&gt;; Myötähäpeä (Finnish) &lt;br/&gt;
The kindler, gentler cousins of Schadenfreude, both these words mean something akin to “vicarious embarrassment.”

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Lagom&lt;/b&gt; (Swedish) &lt;br/&gt;
Maybe Goldilocks was Swedish? This slippery little word is hard to define, but means something like, “Not too much, and not too little, but juuuuust right.”

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pålegg&lt;/b&gt; (Norweigian) &lt;br/&gt;
Sandwich Artists unite! The Norwegians have a non-specific descriptor for anything – ham, cheese, jam, Nutella, mustard, herring, pickles, Doritos, you name it – you might consider putting into a sandwich.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Layogenic&lt;/b&gt; (Tagalog) &lt;br/&gt;
Remember in Clueless when Cher describes someone as “a full-on Monet…from far away, it’s OK, but up close it’s a big old mess”? That’s exactly what this word means.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Bakku-shan&lt;/b&gt; (Japanese) &lt;br/&gt;
Or there this Japanese slang term, which describes the experience of seeing a woman who appears pretty from behind but not from the front.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Seigneur-terraces&lt;/b&gt; (French) &lt;br/&gt;
Coffee shop dwellers who sit at tables a long time but spend little money.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ya’arburnee&lt;/b&gt; (Arabic) &lt;br/&gt;
This word is the hopeful declaration that you will die before someone you love deeply, because you cannot stand to live without them. Literally, may you bury me.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pana Po’o&lt;/b&gt; (Hawaiian) &lt;br/&gt; 
“Hmm, now where did I leave those keys?” he said, pana po’oing. It means to scratch your head in order to help you remember something you’ve forgotten.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Slampadato&lt;/b&gt; (Italian) &lt;br/&gt;
Addicted to the UV glow of tanning salons? This word describes you.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Zeg&lt;/b&gt; (Georgian) &lt;br/&gt;
It means “the day after tomorrow.” OK, we do have “overmorrow” in English, but when was the last time someone used that?

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Cafune&lt;/b&gt; (Brazilian Portuguese) &lt;br/&gt;
Leave it to the Brazilians to come up with a word for “tenderly running your fingers through your lover’s hair.”

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Koi No Yokan&lt;/b&gt; (Japanese) &lt;br/&gt;
The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Kaelling&lt;/b&gt; (Danish) &lt;br/&gt;
You know that woman who stands on her doorstep (or in line at the supermarket, or at the park, or in a restaurant) &lt;br/&gt; cursing at her children? The Danes know her, too.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Boketto&lt;/b&gt; (Japanese) &lt;br/&gt; 
It’s nice to know that the Japanese think enough of the act of gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking to give it a name.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; L’esprit de l’escalier&lt;/b&gt; (French) &lt;br/&gt;
Literally, stairwell wit—a too-late retort thought of only after departure.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Cotisuelto&lt;/b&gt; (Caribbean Spanish) &lt;br/&gt; 
A word that would aptly describe the prevailing fashion trend among American men under 40, it means one who wears the shirt tail outside of his trousers.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Packesel&lt;/b&gt; (German) &lt;br/&gt;
The packesel is the person who’s stuck carrying everyone else’s bags on a trip. Literally, a burro.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Hygge&lt;/b&gt; (Danish) &lt;br/&gt;
Denmark’s mantra, hygge is the pleasant, genial, and intimate feeling associated with sitting around a fire in the winter with close friends.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Cavoli Riscaldati&lt;/b&gt; (Italian) &lt;br/&gt;
The result of attempting to revive an unworkable relationship. Translates to “reheated cabbage.”

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Bilita Mpash&lt;/b&gt; (Bantu) &lt;br/&gt;
An amazing dream. Not just a “good” dream; the opposite of a nightmare.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Litost&lt;/b&gt; (Czech) &lt;br/&gt;
Milan Kundera described the emotion as “a state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.”

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Luftmensch&lt;/b&gt; (Yiddish) &lt;br/&gt;
There are several Yiddish words to describe social misfits. This one is for an impractical dreamer with no business sense. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51000085438</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/51000085438</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:37:14 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against..."</title><description>“Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but &lt;i&gt;function.&lt;/i&gt; Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://violentwavesofemotion.tumblr.com/post/50912295192/get-scared-it-will-do-you-good-smoke-a-bit" target="_blank"&gt;Albert Camus&lt;/a&gt;, from &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Notebooks-1951-1959-3-Albert-Camus/dp/156663850X" target="_blank"&gt;Notebooks, 1951-1959&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://commovente.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;commovente&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/50978940130</link><guid>http://eelanaa.tumblr.com/post/50978940130</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 05:12:57 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
