February 2012
8 posts
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Beware of those who hide ugly things with pretty words
“There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known
Nothing you can see...”
– The Beatles
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“I raise this question: can it be doubted that three kilogram brains were nearly fatal defects in the evolution of the human race?
A second query: what source was there, save for our overelaborate nervous circuitry, for the evils we were seeing or hearing about simply everywhere?
My answer: there was no other source. This was a very innocent planet, except for those great big brains.
...
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Geek post:
I listened to a woman on the radio today talk about her research on the history of binary systems. Before this, the word binary only invoked 0100011101010100s and images of CompSci nerds in my head. It never really entered my mind that binary systems can be viewed as fundamental to the following things:
poetry
theology
knitting
The concept of a binary system actually first came about when an...
Mode moderne- Disco Ruff
Its gray today. Channel...
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“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your weeping father to know that all...
January 2012
15 posts
“For emotion for the sake of emotion is the aim of art, and emotion for the sake...”
– The Critic as Artist, Oscar Wilde
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I am a lump of molecules currently arranged in the most energetically favourable conformation
but when I die I will be most energetically favourable as dust and dirt. Huh.
“And it is this, I think, that makes Kafka’s wit inaccessible to children whom...”
– David Foster Wallace
Kafka asked his friend to burn all his writings, all unpublished, at his death. Talk about being tortured with the idea of self. Luckily for us the friend disobeyed. I wonder if Kafka would keep an emo Tumblr blog were he alive today
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What a delusion, this belief that we have control over anything because we stick labels on them and place them in cages. Do I have to remind myself how small we are
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I cling to the outsides of your words
and your words became flesh
I want you because that’s how the emotional brain functions. And I have doubts because my cognitive brain knows better. Nothing like the cold knife of definition to pain and operate on my sanity
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If its any comfort to others who also love to write but have no confidence in their writing, great American wordsmiths like Steinbeck and Vonnegut wrote their first pieces with such clumsiness that I feel half decent about my own prose.
Steinbeck used to write short stories for ‘The Housewife’s Companion’ magazine.
How very funny that these constrictions of the throat and the pinched air from the lungs make this sound “aie luv yoo” (say it ten times slow, ten times fast, ten times with meaning and ten times without) and this wave of sound An energy Powers through the ears and through the mind and to the heart And we all know what that power can do, It can kill a man and make a man and everything in between.
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This was on my mind when I decided against art... →
Its like you have to fling yourself into adverse situations and create mental conflict and suffering on purpose to create real art. as opposed to products for ambition and money which appear attractive but have nothing honest to say.
I also know art is in me, I have no fear of losing it.
I tell myself that nothing is a mistake if you learn from it and I chose to believe it and so I have no...
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December 2011
17 posts
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Don’t throw the words intelligence, success, and love around and don’t take their meanings for granted. Education is not intelligence. Don’t let others define success for you. Love is not used for feeding your ego.
Question of the day:
Is it possible to think one’s way out of loneliness
Is that what people do when they pray
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I gave up a little on writing. Thoughts and feelings lose the strength they had in my head and dissipate in all directions once I try to say or write it out of me. They lose too much weight or appear odd, naked. I write. and the next day look at what had been born from my need to speak. and I almost always hate the cold independence of these letters. But I always come back… to write is to...
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We all fear death and question our place in the universe; the artist’s job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.
- Gertrude Stein
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I feel like I put up too anonymous and frigid a front. So there, there’s my face on Tumblr. We are about to get more close and personal from now on….Oh yes we are.
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A few days ago I discovered the existence of a zine section at the library, which led to
→ the discovery of thelalatheory.com’s cute little book, which led to
→ the discovery of some real delicious linguistics-related tidbits of knowledge
such as:
The La-La Theory: the beautifully poetic idea that language developed in this way:
The need to express emotion →caused the...
It is so strange how the forms of a body can appear ugly or beautiful. The angle of a nose, the cells upon cells that form the hills and valleys of a figure, the parabola of an eyelash.
What simple lines become in a human mind is incomprehensible.
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“The trick to not feeling cheated is to learn how to cheat. So, I decided this...”
– Penelope, The Brothers Bloom
I think people just forget that
money is the means to an end
Whereas Love is not the means but the End.
“When wireless is perfectly applied the whole earth will be converted into a huge...”
– Nikola Tesla (1926)
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Silver Dagger covered by White Antelope.
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a...”
– Ann Druyan, talking about her husband, Carl Sagan
November 2011
4 posts
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to always tell the difference.
- Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
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“To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of emotion—a soul in which knowledge passes instantaneously into feeling, and feeling flashes back as a new organ of knowledge.”
Middlemarch, George Eliot
October 2011
11 posts
Twin Shadow- Tyrant Destroyed
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