one of the funniest things abt this white collar job so far is that i get to see how fucking long people take for the tiniest things. "please paste this text into a separate document and send it to me whenever you're able to this week" i mean shit, man, i know what it's like to take weeks for a 2 minute task, but that's wild even for my standards. like yeah i can probably find the time to press the copy and paste buttons sometime this week
She offered tips on how to survive under bombardment. Fuck, man.
The San Francisco Examiner, California, February 25, 1935
a new spring
readings: essays, articles & short stories pt. 2
the winter of civilisation
fruits we'll never taste, languages we'll never hear: the need for needless complexity
emily dickinson and the creative solitude of space
the lost art of looking at nature
the bowl, the ram and the folded map: navigating the complicated world
ada limón on preparing the body for a reopened world
before it was 'bittersweet', nostalgia was seen as a parasite
why alien languages could be far stranger than we imagine
the fig leaf, benjamin shane evans
cat pianos, sound-houses, and other imaginary musical instruments
of shark moves, shell shocks, and trash landings on the moon
as bright as a feather — ostriches, home dyeing, and the global plume trade
getting ahead, jonas karlsson
do these florida dolphins have a language?
the form of a demon and the heart of a person: kitagawa utamaro's prints of yamauba and kintarō (ca. 1800)
who needs ai text-generation when there's erasmus of rotterdam
when memories from fiction become part of who you are
how do transgender people remember their earlier selves?
I wish meditation could give answers to impossible questions but it can’t
Literally sensing that no one gives a fuck anymore so friendly reminder to keep boycotting all BDS products as well as any brands linked to Israel in any way
This is a lifestyle change rather than something you temporarily commit to and then drop for mediocre watered down coffee
“Writing, like dancing, is one of the arts available to people who have nothing. “For ten and sixpence,” advises Virginia Woolf, “one can buy paper enough to write all the plays of Shakespeare.” The only absolutely necessary equipment in dance is your own body.”
— Zadie Smith, “Dance Lessons for Writers”
Boris Anikin,1947