I normally go into my conversations with a set of proven questions to ask, that I find will elicit a wide variety of anecdotes from people’s lives: happiest moment, saddest moment, things like that. But with people fleeing war, it is absolutely impossible to discuss anything beyond the present moment. Their circumstances are so overpowering, there is absolutely zero room in their minds for any other thoughts. The conversation immediately stalls, because any topic of conversation beyond their present despair seems grossly inappropriate. You realize that without physical security, no other layers of the human experience can exist.

Humans of New York, in Iraq (via kateoplis)

amanrandhawa:

Who could ever love people who like-Free Jazz-Opera-Calculus
Feeling a little grumpy and lonely, today.
I do like those, things, though; except for Calculus and sometimes, free jazz and opera.

amanrandhawa:

Who could ever love people who like
-Free Jazz
-Opera
-Calculus

Feeling a little grumpy and lonely, today.

I do like those, things, though; except for Calculus and sometimes, free jazz and opera.

Mama and I have been cooking up tiny feasts nearly everyday. 
Here’s a plate of hummus, falafel and some zingy cucumber salad with lots of mint and chilli. 👌

Mama and I have been cooking up tiny feasts nearly everyday.
Here’s a plate of hummus, falafel and some zingy cucumber salad with lots of mint and chilli. 👌

The Jerk -1979

I just saw The Jerk. I hadn’t seen it before and it surprised me! Its funny and absurd. Steve Martin crafts his jokes in a manner that is so different from every other comedian i’ve seen. I’d only ever seen films he did in the 90’s or later.

But I’ve reading bits and pieces of his book and watching his old stand-up routines and I FINALLY got around to watching The Jerk. He’s a genius! and in a way I didn’t expect. 

This film is so beautifully absurd.