the art of boredom
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Tombstone of James Alan Jackson, 1955-1979
I saw this today in passing after a memorial service. He was 24. I’m 24.
(via human-voices)
Sorta creepy seeing this on my dash..
The Manila Bulletin: Retention, self-expression, Tumblr
This is the most genius definition of tumblr I’ve ever come across. THIS IS THE ESSENCE OF TUMBLR.
When someone asks you what tumblr is or when that annoying person who bitches that tumblr is just another twitter, please shove this awesomely written article down their throat.
Man’s Life Riddled With Continuity Errors | The Onion - America’s Finest News Source (via curate)
Wait…when did the Onion start covering things that really happen?
Ryan Gosling on whether he considers himself a feminine man:
“Yeah I think so, I mean I grew up with women. It was my mother and my sister and myself, they kinda made a girl outta me you know? I feel like I think like a woman.”
Most people live life on the path we set for them, too afraid to explore any other. But once in a while people like you come along who knock down all the obstacles we put in your way. People who realize free will is a gift you’ll never know how to use until you fight for it.
I think that’s the Chairman’s real plan. And maybe one day we won’t write the plan. You will.
Say what you will but I enjoyed The Adjustment Bureau. Sure the plot was a lil weak but Matt and Emily’s chemistry were on point.
“It is not good to settle into a set of opinions. It is a mistake to put forth effort and obtain some understanding and then stop at that. At first putting forth great effort to be sure that you have grasped the basics, then practicing so that they may come to fruition is something that will never stop for your whole lifetime. Do not rely on following the degree of understanding that you have discovered, but simply think, “This is not enough. One should search throughout his whole life how best to follow the Way. And he should study, setting his mind to work without putting things off. Within this is the way.”
… the Hagakure, by Yamamoto Tsunetomo…
“I don’t understand why nothing has happened,” a deflated Fitzpatrick said in Times Square a few minutes after 6 p.m. “I did what I had to do. I did what the Bible said.”
“I obviously haven’t understood it properly because we’re still here,” added Fitzpatrick, 60, surrounded by a phalanx of reporters and skeptical onlookers.
”— Robert Fitzpatrick, 60-year-old ex-MTA employee who plunked down $140,000, his life savings, to help spread the word that the world will end on May 21, 2011The elevators at the 13-story Curtis Center in downtown Philadelphia, are built so the most senior executives can punch into the computer that they would like to see certain employees upon arrival. When employees swipe their ID cards to call the elevator in the lobby, they can be rerouted to the boss’s floor.
“We are able to group passenger so it’s more like a limousine,” Mr. Landis says.
That doesn’t help social anxiety: In the elevator, is it rude to fix your gaze on your BlackBerry? Will your colleagues smirk if you pitch the boss? Should you ride up extra floors to maximize face time?
Andy Dunn, chief executive of New York-based clothing company Bonobos.com, recently was chatting with a colleague on his office elevator. When he noticed other people were buried in their iPhones, he quieted down. “I felt like ‘Gosh, we’re distracting all these people who are looking at their phones,’ ” he says.
— WSJ
Without fail, if I dress for rain when it’s overcast the weather will be wonderful. Inversely, when I dress up when it’s overcast it will most assuredly rain.
Fuck me freddy, precisely my morning
Pizza is like sex, when it’s good, it’s very good. When it’s bad, it’s still kind of good.
“If the apparent separateness of subatomic particles is illusory, it means that at a deeper level of reality all things in the universe are infinitely interconnected.The electrons in a carbon atom in the human brain are connected to the subatomic particles that comprise every salmon that swims, every heart that beats, and every star that shimmers in the sky. Everything interpenetrates everything, and although human nature may seek to categorize and pigeonhole and subdivide, the various phenomena of the universe, all apportionments are of necessity artificial and all of nature is ultimately a seamless web.”
- Michael Talbot, The Universe as a Hologram
My mistrust of social media is intensified by the ephemeral nature of these communications. They are the epitome of in-one-ear-and-out-the-other, which was my mother’s trope for a failure to connect.
I’m not even sure these new instruments are genuinely “social.” There is something decidedly faux about the camaraderie of Facebook, something illusory about the connectedness of Twitter. Eavesdrop on a conversation as it surges through the digital crowd, and more often than not it is reductive and redundant.
…The shortcomings of social media would not bother me awfully if I did not suspect that Facebook friendship and Twitter chatter are displacing real rapport and real conversation, just as Gutenberg’s device displaced remembering. The things we may be unlearning, tweet by tweet — complexity, acuity, patience, wisdom, intimacy — are things that matter.
Great article in the Times today touting the byproduct of social media. Food for thought?