In group celebrations we find exuberance differently. A love of festivities is universal, observed William James, and in many respects celebration is yet another form of human play.
All of this is part of a shared space, it is what we call the zeitgeist, the spirit of the time, which is also what we express ourselves through.
Each moment is just what it is. It might be the only moment of our life, it might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat.
And if they’re driving slow, it’s because they’re transporting a large cake.
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.
An answer to the sterile ends of pure utility and the cold-heartedness of a survival mindset.
I have come gradually to understand that the liberal arts cliché about “teaching you how to think” is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious idea:
Now Greif does not grieve as much as I about the warning sign he nailed onto the hedonist storeroom of memories that live rent-free in my mind. He insists this habit of happiness-by-experience results in “a life of permanent dissatisfaction and a compulsion to frenetic activity.”
Our lives are made up of so many people who become parts of our lives and like lines from your favorite book, some parts of them remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still a part of that you have no […]
Despite an extensive search, not a single trace of the crew nor the plane nor the cores has ever been found.
In the days after, Soviet scientists’ reports detailed the impact of the nuclear blast on everything: vegetation, animals, shelters, vehicles, houses. And a small part on human lives.
Swim naked in the local lake with Oak Ridge native Megan Fox, the mist caressing both of their faces would be radioactive.
It’s January 25, 1995 and you’re President Boris Yeltsin activating the “nuclear briefcase”.
And when I revise, I’m writing, aren’t I?
Epitaph to a bag with a face.
Pythagoras vs. beans and Hepatia vs oyster shells.
This week’s links on creativity, social media, distractions, tips on writing and drawing, art, Lady Lilith, and Max Ernst. PLUS! Unusual inspiration for unusual times.
The Sunday Showcase, not to be confused with “The Sunday Scaries”, literally zooms in on a piece of artwork and shares videos and/or quotes from the artist.
11 new words, brought to you by Merriam-Webster
It’s harvest and I ask for more time without pressure.
And some things have the nerve to be getting started…
This is the first “interview” (it’s very short, only a few quotes from each conversation) with friends and family members who are Deaf. My 25 year-old brother, Yordi, is using photography as a way to escape from his three other roommates, not counting the kitten and the Dalmatian, all of which are Deaf, except for […]
What I love about you is blue.
Whether the weather weathers the whether.
Between scientific conferences, universities, and the homes of colleagues all over the world.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry.
The Temptation of St. Anthony (detail), 1946 Oil on Canvas, 89.5 x 119.5 cm (35 1/4 x 47 in.) Brussels, Musées royaux des Beaux-Arts de Belgique
Even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious.
Charles Bukowski didn’t say you should find what you love and let it kill you.
Categorize to save yourself.
Become it first.
All of life is practice.
A data pitstop on the way to China.
Change the conversation and you control the brand.
Place yourself in circumstances of want, and ask yourself, “is this what I fear?
Ending the dual-currency system is expected to lead to the eventual removal of subsidies and bankruptcy.
San Juan, Puerto Rico.
You were on your own.
You’re never at the beginning of some event.
Nothing is known of attempts to recover the nuclear weapon and presumably it is still in the ocean.
…not until 1949 that decrypted cables from the United States Army Signal Intelligence Service (SIS)’s “Venona” project revealed Fuchs was a Soviet spy.
Those in paradise were given a choice: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. There was no third alternative.
It’s called modelling.
“I make a sketch of the person” said Mr. K., “and make sure that one comes to resemble the other.”
So preoccupied your body starts accumulating bruises, scratches, sprains.
I came to bring this song / From the crystal tears.
Babies are not blobs, but true scientists.
Life is a condition.
Forget about forgetting.