A Fish Named Seymour

A compilation of art, impressionism, nature, biology, oceanography, writing, and cartoons. I like Gravity Falls, Avatar the Last Airbender, The Legend of Korra, and Regular Show. Fravorite directors include Wes Anderson, Jacques Yves-Cousteau, and the Coen brothers. I enjoy writing by Haruki Murakami, Ben Hatke, J.D. Salinger, and Neil Gaiman among others.

thelovelyseas:

These jellyfish (Mastigias sp.) inhabit a saltwater lake, and are effectively cut off from the sea. They have lost the ability to sting, and obtain all or most of their nutrition from symbiotic algae living within their tissues. (Palau, Micronesia) by David Hall

I swear I’m not psychotic. It’s just, remember when you were little, and you’d sit in the back seat while your parents were driving, and you’d act like you pulling a big chain when the 18 wheelers would looked at you, so they would know to honk their horns. Well I’ve been out here for a while now, and none of these 18 wheelers will honk. Anyways, this one guy did! And I can’t stop smiling. Anyways. I’m not actually going to send you this message. But I want you to know somehow that I’m thinking of you. Sometimes it helps me understand these things once I’ve gotten them written down, and they’re not so fresh in my mind. Goodnight. I hope you’re sleeping slowly and with that weird little smile you somehow have when you sleep.
I just went out for a jog last night, around midnight, and I saw this snail right there in the middle of the road. He was trying to cross the street to this little patch of dandelions. I don’t even know why. It would have taken him all night, but there were cars coming so I picked him up and moved him over to the other side of the street. And I felt good. And I decided I would set out every night to defend those who cannot defend themselves. But I ran around for a half an hour, and I couldn’t even find one evildoer. I ran so much I had to lie down in the grass outside the hospital. I was just so tired, from the running and all, and an old fat man came up to me and asked me if I needed help. I asked him to point me in the direction of the hospital entrance, and he led me there and made sure I got inside alright. I just sat there in the waiting room until I knew he was gone, because he’s me, and when I went outside again, it was pretty late, and I saw these gloves right there on the sidewalk. They said, “WATCH YOUR HANDS,” and so I did, and I think I saw a ghost behind me, so I ran home. After I showered and everything, my special friend was coming back from a concert. 2 Chains or something. You can’t pay me to go to that stuff. She doesn’t like that stuff either, not that it matters, but her high school brother was in town, and she wanted to show him a good time. Anyways, when she got back, she wanted to watch Moonrise Kingdom, and it was pretty late. She also ran 12 miles that morning at like 7 am after staying up till 4 with me the night before, so I knew for sure she would fall asleep in the middle. And she did, of course, and I shut the computer and laid there with her for a little. And it was really nice to just have a friend that is also a cute girl to cuddle with. And she spent the night, and bit my nose in the morning to wake me up, and that was it.

I just went out for a jog last night, around midnight, and I saw this snail right there in the middle of the road. He was trying to cross the street to this little patch of dandelions. I don’t even know why. It would have taken him all night, but there were cars coming so I picked him up and moved him over to the other side of the street. And I felt good. And I decided I would set out every night to defend those who cannot defend themselves. But I ran around for a half an hour, and I couldn’t even find one evildoer. I ran so much I had to lie down in the grass outside the hospital. I was just so tired, from the running and all, and an old fat man came up to me and asked me if I needed help. I asked him to point me in the direction of the hospital entrance, and he led me there and made sure I got inside alright. I just sat there in the waiting room until I knew he was gone, because he’s me, and when I went outside again, it was pretty late, and I saw these gloves right there on the sidewalk. They said, “WATCH YOUR HANDS,” and so I did, and I think I saw a ghost behind me, so I ran home. After I showered and everything, my special friend was coming back from a concert. 2 Chains or something. You can’t pay me to go to that stuff. She doesn’t like that stuff either, not that it matters, but her high school brother was in town, and she wanted to show him a good time. Anyways, when she got back, she wanted to watch Moonrise Kingdom, and it was pretty late. She also ran 12 miles that morning at like 7 am after staying up till 4 with me the night before, so I knew for sure she would fall asleep in the middle. And she did, of course, and I shut the computer and laid there with her for a little. And it was really nice to just have a friend that is also a cute girl to cuddle with. And she spent the night, and bit my nose in the morning to wake me up, and that was it.

A haiku about last night

her head on my chest,
she needs a crown of flowers.
The Queen of the Goofs.

Caresse Maternelle

-Mary Stevenson Cassatt, ca. 1902

Oil on canvas.

horndave:

Books in Wes Anderson movies

(via the-eighth-glass-child)

madeofcelluloid:

'Rushmore', Wes Anderson (1998)

Fun fact!
The playground scenes in this movie were shot at my school, the chapel scene was shot at my church, and the country club pool party (pictured) was shot at my country club! The places in the movie are the places I grew up. Seeing them touched by the heart and mind of old Wes is a very special thing for me.

(via the-catcher-in-the-ryan)

the-catcher-in-the-ryan:

this is the best cover for this book ive ever seen. everyone seems to overlook the fat lady, but she’s here now.

the-catcher-in-the-ryan:

this is the best cover for this book ive ever seen. everyone seems to overlook the fat lady, but she’s here now.

"Princess Tuvstarr and the Fishpond"

– John Bauer, c. 1913
Notes from chemistry