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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>Words, etc.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @ackamarackus)</generator><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"It’s so damn cliche that it’s clever
It’s so fucking false, you think that..."</title><description>“It’s so damn cliche that it’s clever&lt;br/&gt;
It’s so fucking false, you think that it’s true”</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/44843786338</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/44843786338</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2013 00:51:04 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>everything is distracting when its 3:23 a.m. and there is a list uncoiling inside your head of the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;everything is distracting when its 3:23 a.m. and there is a list uncoiling inside your head of the things you should be doing should have already done and the silence is screaming at you. Loneliness is a joke. The kind that people are too embarrassed to share but everybody knows it already. We have all heard it. nobody is laughing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it didn&amp;#8217;t start like this. 3:23 a.m. is not the beginning of this story. but the beginning wouldn&amp;#8217;t interest you. it didn&amp;#8217;t interest me. he didn&amp;#8217;t interest me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you would have liked him though.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/41768734553</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/41768734553</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2013 01:07:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>

A woman arrested in Minneapolis on April 10, 1924. Her crime...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/c65b8614b9ba4bf12ffa56b31df83d8a/tumblr_mgkqkwYeUT1rubozqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;A woman arrested in Minneapolis on April 10, 1924. Her crime was “dispensing wet goods” from her bootlegger’s life preserver. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/40494522422</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/40494522422</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2013 23:16:00 -0500</pubDate><category>bootleg</category></item><item><title>Unraveling 2</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcth3kEblF1qilzk7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unraveling 2&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/34764801737</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/34764801737</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2012 12:14:08 -0400</pubDate><category>Andrea Benson</category></item><item><title>noli me tangere</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#8217;t touch me.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/31783414616</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/31783414616</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2012 01:46:12 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. 
Whatever I see I swallow immediately 
Just as it..."</title><description>“I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. &lt;br/&gt;
Whatever I see I swallow immediately &lt;br/&gt;
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. &lt;br/&gt;
I am not cruel, only truthful”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/31321523926</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/31321523926</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2012 01:03:10 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Pink wine and apple jacks go hand in hand.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Pink wine and apple jacks go hand in hand.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/31321354599</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/31321354599</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2012 00:58:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
This photo from a 1938 issue of National Geographic captioned,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7jew0xAiF1ra1pq4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This photo from a 1938 issue of National Geographic captioned, “Anne and her family lived alone on an island. She enjoyed having tea time with her friends the spiny lobster and baby hawk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/30773252247</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/30773252247</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Sep 2012 22:59:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8iv3dYROa1qilzk7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/29103987272</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/29103987272</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2012 00:28:00 -0400</pubDate><category>dandelions</category><category>photography</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8iuvwOD4W1qilzk7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/29103699706</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/29103699706</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2012 00:23:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Classy.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7oc6p2adl1qilzk7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Classy.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/27915595246</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/27915595246</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2012 12:52:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Wegman</category><category>William Wegman</category><category>Photography</category><category>Weimaraners</category><category>dog</category></item><item><title>Spontaneous Human Combustion</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7lhl95bXt1qilzk7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spontaneous Human Combustion&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/27810951085</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/27810951085</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2012 23:55:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
Photo: Pavel Kassine
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Photo: &lt;strong&gt;Pavel Kassine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/26956602100</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/26956602100</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2012 00:16:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6gq76q4n11qilzk7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/26253109580</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/26253109580</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2012 23:40:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6gpg4Imh11qilzk7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/26252121679</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/26252121679</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2012 23:24:00 -0400</pubDate><category>trainwreck</category><category>vintage</category><category>retronaut</category></item><item><title>Merge</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6f08sWzyM1qilzk7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merge&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/26194165303</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/26194165303</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2012 01:22:00 -0400</pubDate><category>rails</category><category>train track</category><category>merge</category></item><item><title>“Four things greater than all things are women and horses...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m603k9UB9C1qilzk7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Four things greater than all things are women and horses and power and war.”&lt;br/&gt; -Rudyard Kipling&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/25625283043</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/25625283043</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2012 00:09:00 -0400</pubDate><category>horse</category><category>power</category><category>kipling</category></item><item><title>Litost</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have always been fascinated by words. My most recent etymological enthrallment is a word unknown to the English language, &amp;#8220;litost&amp;#8221;. This a Czech word, uncommonly used and commonly misunderstood. I believe it is best defined as the sudden experience of suffering derived from realization of one&amp;#8217;s own inadequacies and misery.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;It designates a feeling as infinite as an open accordion, a feeling that is the synthesis of many others: grief, sympathy, remorse, and an indefinable longing. The first syllable, which is long and, stressed, sounds like the wail of an abandoned dog&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8230;One of the standard remedies for personal misery is love. The recipient of an absolute love cannot be miserable. All his faults are redeemed by love’s magic eyes, which make even uncoordinated thrashing and a head jerking back and forth above the water look charming.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Milan Kundera&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/25623234943</link><guid>http://ackamarackus.tumblr.com/post/25623234943</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 23:35:00 -0400</pubDate><category>litost</category><category>kundera</category></item></channel></rss>
