This is Hailey’s 3rd grade report on a famous person. She chose Phineas Gage, known to her through the song by Hank Green.
Hailey’s mom says:
This is my daughter’s 3rd grade report on a famous person. She chose to write about Phineas Gage. This is her unedited interpretation of his story, as she came to know through your song. The lyrics were her bibliography.
Reblog this every time.
“hank, i didn’t see the harry potter on midnight of opening day like you did, but i went to see it last night with the yeti and we were sitting there, like, thirty minutes before it started and the theater was filling up and i was like, ‘i am so excited about the harry potter movie! i get to see luna lovegood and i’m gonna’ cry at the end.’ and then i really liked the movie because it was funny, but it was also sad, and it didn’t tell destructive lies about teenage sexuality like some other movies i’ve seen recently. and ron weasley has gotten so buff. i mean, hank, the movie was great, but the thirty minutes before the movie started was what i love about being a nerd. because nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff. we don’t have to be like, ‘oh yeah, that purse is okay’ or like, ‘yeah, i liked that band’s early stuff.’ nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump up-and-down-in-the-chair-can’t-control-yourself love it. hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they’re saying is ‘you like stuff,’ which is just not a good insult at all. like, ‘you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness.’”
Two years ago today, Henry Atticus Green (a.k.a. the luckiest kid in the world) was born! I hope he knows he has the best parents, uncle, and aunt in the world. Best wishes, Henry.
Some unorganized thoughts on and responses to John Green’s A Fault in Our Stars. Beware of possible spoilers.
There are such things, of course, as “cancer books.” They’re the stories that attempt, through the pain and suffering of tragic illness, to find the light in the battle, the good in humanity that so often shines through in “heroic” tales of sickness. But so often, in that light, we lose sense of reality. We lose sense of what suffering really is and romanticize that battle. I’m not implying that this is necessarily wrong to do (because sometimes we need to get lost in that unreality). But often we need the realism.
John Green’s long-awaited A Fault in Our Stars is not a cancer book. Yes, its characters deal with the tragedy of that disease, with its (and life’s) side effects, with the loss it can bring. But the book is really about life (and death) and how we perceive these things in our vastly complex philosophies, in our sense of humanity. It is a seemingly simple story, a tale about the love between two teenagers who are “ordinary” (whatever that word truly means) in all but their statistically unlikely diagnoses of cancer. Perhaps I should say instead that their love is ordinary. The characters, Hazel and Augustus, are most certainly not.
“We think about shit. Then we squee all over the place”
(I’m writing a rather serious commentary on The Fault in Our Stars while simultaneously scrolling through my dash, which contains memes, hysterical personal anecdotes, and general fangirling.)
I was doing this silly dance, btw, because this was the first video we made in wide screen. It is almost unimaginable to me that videos used to be in 4:3.
I think we should name this…the Great Fwop of 2011.
BABIES BAKING! Henry with friends Luna and Cole.
I just can’t handle the cute.
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