January 2012
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December 2011
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November 2011
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“Vonnegut wasn’t destined to last very long at the new magazine. His demise came...”
– The story of Kurt Vonnegut’s brief stint at the fledgling Sports Illustrated, from Michael MacCambridge’s “The Franchise.” (via openapplev)
October 2011
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Good Luck's new album, streaming →
“What about the cop shows? Cars are continually swerving out of control,...”
– Phillip K. Dick. Excerpted from How to Build a Universe That Doesn’t Fall Apart Two Days Later, a 1978 speech published in the I Hope I Shall Arrive Soon collection. via Hookers or Cake, trembling adored (Tousled Bird Mad Girl) and J. Scott Grand. (via conservativeradical)
psychologically speaking: “He’s been building that... →
psychotherapy:
“He’s been building that boat for seven years that I know of… Every time he gets it nearly finished he changes it and starts over again. I think he’s nuts. Seven years on a boat.”
Doc was sitting on the ground pulling off his rubber boots. “You don’t understand,” he said gently. “Henri loves…
September 2011
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August 2011
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July 2011
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June 2011
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“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a...”
– Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
May 2011
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I gave up teaching-- that's about all in the way of change. Mind you, I loved teaching, I loved Cornell, I loved composing and delivering my lectures on Russian writers and European great books. But around 60, and especially in winter, one begins to find hard the physical process of teaching, the getting up at a fixed hour every other morning, the struggle with the snow in...
March 2011
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January 2011
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"This, and much more, she accepted - for after all living did mean accepting the loss of one joy after another, not even joys in her case - mere possibilities of improvement. She thought of the endless waves of pain that for some reason or other she and her husband had to endure; of the invisible giants hurting her boy in some unimaginable fashion; of the incalculable amount of tenderness...
pulpfictions:
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” - Carl Jung
