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It’s Friday! I have a crapload of things to do, and thanks to the success of yesterday’s post, I now have an inbox full of requests to guest blog (I CAN’T TELL WHO IS JOKING AND WHO ISN’T ANYMORE). While I try to tackle the insurmountable task that is my email, you enjoy these links.

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My friend Pam wrote a compelling, compassionate peace about when, as travelers, we should speak up, and when we should be quiet.

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It’s National Puppy Day! Time to consider adopting a shelter dog (be they puppies, or simply puppies at heart). Or, if unexpectedly bringing home a dog would cause your husband to lose his shit because “OMG WE ARE NEVER HOME AND WHO IS GOING TO WATCH IT AND YOU DON’T EVEN REALLY LIKE DOGS”, then why not make a donation to your local animal shelter?

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It is a shockingly stunning Friday here in Seattle. It’s warm outside, the sun is shining, and the window to my office is wide open, letting in a breeze. The air almost smells like spring.

Naturally, I am finding all of this kind of crazy distracting. It is very, very hard to stare at your computer screen when it’s positively glorious outside. While I struggle to get some work done, you enjoy these links.

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Perception is everything: when these photos of a polar bear playing with a dog were first released, people hated them. They thought they were faked, that the dog was terrified, that seconds after the photos stopped, the bear ate its supposed friend. Now, 13 years later, people have a very different view.

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Hal Douglas, who’s legendary voice narrated countless movie trailers, passed away last week. Here are six of his best trailers – plus the hilarious one he did for Jerry Seinfeld’s Comedian. (via The Guardian)

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I don’t know if it’s just me, but lately, so much of what I read or see online feels charged with emotion. There’s no apathy. Nothing feels phoned-in. It’s … well, beautiful, I guess. Occasionally sad. Really intense.

As are a few of these links. I tried to throw a little levity in there, too, just to provide some balance. But even so, more than one of these might have sent me to “The Crying Place.” I hope you like them, nevertheless.

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Hieu Nguyen’s performance at the 2013 National Poetry Slam is so. damn. powerful. Watch it.

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One of the best essays on the topic of depression I’ve ever read: Miles and Miles of No Man’s Land.

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You know that feeling, when you have so much work to do that your brain can actually process it so you just sit, slack-jawed, staring into the space or (as is my situation) your computer screen?

That. I have that. A looming deadline, a pile of dirty laundry, an insurmountable number of papers to make sense of so I can start my taxes. And rather than work on all that, I’m perusing web.archive.org snapshots of an old blog I maintained in the mid-00s (my friend Courtney is to blame for this unexpected detour down Memory Lane).

Here is a portion of a blog post from 2004, on my and Rand’s third anniversary.

In the end, if someone asked me about the impact Rand’s had on me, the answer is really quite simple. When I met Rand, I thought that life dragged on. Every day lasted for an eternity, and I couldn’t wait to get it over with. Now, time seems way too short, and I realize it’s because I’m actually enjoying it. So without any Hallmark sappiness, without any sticky sentimentality, my feelings for Rand are as such: he makes me happy.

And, yes, he’s one of the best people I’ve ever met.

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It’s been a wonderful, chilly week here in my hometown. On Wednesday, there was a parade welcoming home the Seahawks. 700,000 people showed up to cheer them on – more than the entire population of Seattle – in 20 degree weather.

My little city has been bursting with pride and togetherness these last few days. It’s probably silly and inconsequential, but damn it, it’s been great. And a wonderful reminder that wherever I go, this place is, and always will be, home.

Consequently, many of these links are Seattle-centric, (and football-centric, too). My apologies if that’s not your thing.

But holy cats, is it ever mine.

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The covers of The Seattle Times and The Denver Post the day after the game.

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“All hail our neon-accented overlords.” Josh Levin’s recap of the Super Bowl is snarky, funny, and a little bit cautionary. I loved every word.

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Football. Football. Football football football.

Football, football, football, football. Foot. Ball. FOOTBALL.

Football? Football.

(The Seahawks are playing in the Super Bowl this Sunday. Clearly, its gone to my head. While I try to regain some sanity, and make a deadline, you enjoy these links. Warning: most of them are related to … yeah. You guessed it.)

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Even Sirs Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellan are excited about the game.

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Because it’s a big dumb party. And we’re all invited: “Nobody Cares That You Don’t Care About The Super Bowl.

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A funny thing happens the week after your team makes it to the Superbowl.

In the beginning, you’re kind of confused and dazed.

Did it actually happen? Did we actually beat the 49ers?

And gradually, gradually, acceptance sets in. Yup. It happened. The Seahawks are going to the Superbowl, for only the second time ever. Almost immediately after you’ve accepted that reality, as absurd as it sounds, something else happens. Something crazy.

You start to believe, deep down, even though you know it’s absolutely insane, that it could happen. That maybe, maybe …

You can’t even type the thing that you are thinking, because it sounds too crazy.

You tell your husband about this crazy notion that’s entered your head, and, ever the realist, he smiles and shakes his head at you.

“Honey, no. It’s the Broncos. And Peyton Manning.”

And you nod, because he’s right, obviously. But … still …

“Why not?”

And he laughs again. And you do, too. Of course. It’s silly. It really is. Still, it lingers.

Why not?

And whatever happens next week, you suspect that question will stick around in your head and heart. It will remain, as long as you love this grey little town. And, holy crap, do you love it.

(So that’s where I am this week. Enjoy these links.)

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We’re back in grey Seattle, and plan to be for the next few weeks.

It’s kind of great to be home. It’s chilly and wonderful here (perfect weather for making soup and cookies and puddings). Plus, the Seahawks are in the playoffs. I considered casting all sorts of gentle hexes on the Saints (I don’t want the opposition to get hurt, but I don’t want them to win, either). Apparently I need to carve the names of all the Seahawk players into a candle and let it burn for several hours? I think I read that somewhere.

I don’t know. That sounds complicated. So I’m just going to bake a batch of cookies for my friends with Louisiana-roots and know that whatever happens, they’ll be happy. And that’s enough.

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Design geeks and Pixar fans, rejoice! This look at the architecture of The Incredibles is worth your time.

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There are fish in Africa that can jump out of lakes and eat birds. I am both terrified and fascinated.

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