WHEN AN ARGENTINO RUNS OUT OF YERBA DE MATE

whenyouliveinargentina:

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And don’t even think about suggesting that they borrow some of your yerba from another brand.  

pulitzerfieldnotes:

laurenontheroad:

Beautiful Saturday morning in Istanbul

Check out Pulitzer Center grantee Lauren Bohn’s photos of Egypt’s forgotten indigenous people, the Nubians, here.

I love Istanbul!

pulitzerfieldnotes:

laurenontheroad:

Beautiful Saturday morning in Istanbul

Check out Pulitzer Center grantee Lauren Bohn’s photos of Egypt’s forgotten indigenous people, the Nubians, here.

I love Istanbul!

You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.

Jamie Tworkowski   (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: lyingundersuchamyriadofstars, via thatkindofwoman)

Grammar, Identity, and the Dark Side of the Subjunctive: Phuc Tran | TEDxDirigo

brilliant pondering on what the presence or absence of the subjunctive in a language does to its’ speakers world views.  

heyfranhey:

rahweeta:

Busyness is often misconstrued as a measure of success, it’s important to take care of yourself and put aside time to just be. Don’t underestimate the value of doing nothing.

Important! I love this.

preach!

heyfranhey:

rahweeta:

Busyness is often misconstrued as a measure of success, it’s important to take care of yourself and put aside time to just be. Don’t underestimate the value of doing nothing.

Important! I love this.

preach!

ablogoftwocities said: Thank you so much for following! :)

no problem!  it’s my pleasure.

Apologies

Apologies for anything offensive that may have appeared on this blog in the last 24 hours.  It appears that my account was hacked.  

In college, I used to underline sentences that struck me, that made me look up from the page. They were not necessarily the same sentences the professors pointed out, which would turn up for further explication on an exam. I noted them for their clarity, their rhythm, their beauty and their enchantment. For surely it is a magical thing for a handful of words, artfully arranged, to stop time. To conjure a place, a person, a situation, in all its specificity and dimensions. To affect us and alter us, as profoundly as real people and things do.

Jhumpa Lahiri, My Life’s Sentences (via ablogwithaview)

I still read with a pen in hand.  

(Source: The New York Times, via ablogwithaview)

The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.

Elie Wiesel

Migration

Glad you’re following.  These days you can find me tracing my trip in Morocco on a new tumblr blog called Root Systems.  Hope you’ll join me again. 

-la porteña