we’ve been inundated with an overwhelming number of social media websites to choose from and i’m realizing that i’m just on too many of them. it feels grimy. and it’s almost impossible not to be hyperaware of the audience (and to effectively, though maybe unconsciously, blog for an audience, which defeats the purpose, really).
i just need a break for a while. i don’t feel like this blog has a purpose anymore. i’m on other sites if you want to keep in touch.
“Well-run libraries are filled with people because what a good library offers cannot be easily found elsewhere: an indoor public space in which you do not have to buy anything in order to stay. In the modern state there are very few sites where this is possible. The only others that come readily to my mind require belief in an omnipotent creator as a condition for membership … Nor can the experience of library life be recreated online. It’s not just a matter of free books. A library is a different kind of social reality (of the three dimensional kind), which by its very existence teaches a system of values beyond the fiscal.”—Zadie Smith, in the New York Review of Books
“It’s deplorable that sexually adventurous young women are constantly told they are “degrading themselves” by seeking out various experiences, that every bit of enjoyment eats away at some secret store of purity. This whole tradition–the idea that women need be preserved in glass so as not to “ruin” themselves, lest they diminish their sexual value by “giving it away”–restricts the lived autonomy of women in ways I can’t even begin to articulate. None of the slut-shaming makes sense unless you assume women live to give themselves to men in their purest possible form.”—Kerry Howley
in moments when i am left alone with my thoughts, i sometimes come to big realizations.
i don’t know why this should be one of them, but it feels sad and lucky, especially sad: we will never have freedom like this. we who spend our free time youtubing stupid shit and posting pictures of places we’d rather be. what we have now lasts for no time at all before it’s taken away and we’re dropped ass-first into the working machine. the next time we’ll have freedom like this is when we’re retired and wrinkled and our bodies are too old for our hearts. that’s when we’ll know what we should have done with this time.
it really hit me at full speed just now what that means.
“I hate when people ask what a book is about. People who read for plot, people who suck out the story like the cream filling in an Oreo, should stick to comic strips and soap operas … It’s about words. It’s about a man dealing with life.”—JR Moehringer
“What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible. Who you are is limited only by who you think you are.”—Egyptian Book of the Dead
FYI, children are people, with real, complex emotions, experiences, and lives.
They’re not little pre-humans whose feelings are just playing pretend until they reach adulthood and experience ‘real’ things.
Their lives are not pre-lives that should follow some script of childhood innocence until they become part of the ‘real world.’
Children are capable of feeling real love, anger, hurt, joy, etc. They’re not ‘resilient’ any more than adults, and I fucking hate that idea because it seems to be used to justify treating children like shit as though they’re not human, just unformed putty and it doesn’t matter how they’re treated.
So making fun of or denying the validity of children’s feelings and deciding that nothing they go through is actually meaningful or has a real affect on their life is so fucking wrong and harmful because…wait for it….children are people.
i’ve kind of come to realize that i leave people behind a lot as i move forward. people really don’t like that very much. i’ve kind of alienated myself without really meaning to. everyone i considered close is gone or angry or.. something else. so this is it for me, right here. this is what i’ve got. but it took leaving everything i knew to see what i can have if i just decide it’s what i want.
so goodbye to my little sinking island. you weren’t much of a life raft, anyway. goodbye, old friends. i think it’s just time. and that’s okay, i will let you go.
“Archaeologists have not yet discovered any stage of human existence without art. Even in the half-light before the dawn of humanity we received this gift from Hands we did not manage to discern. Nor have we managed to ask: Why was this gift given to us and what are we to do with it? And all those prophets who are predicting that art is disintegrating, that it has used up all its forms, that it is dying, are mistaken. We are the ones who shall die. And art will remain. The question is whether before we perish we shall understand all its aspects and all its ends.”—Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn, Beauty Will Save the World
“You develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, ‘Look at that, you son of a bitch.”—Edgar D. Mitchell
imagine a world where all living beings coexist with each other, like you go to the market and a bear is packing your groceries. You drive home and you see tulips playing soccer, that’s the world i wanna live in.
The art of written subtlety is often lost in today’s culture, where we are all guilty of using powerful words to express very little.
Dinah expresses quite a lot, and she does it effortlessly. If the song is a puzzle and its completion means understanding, Dinah withholds the last piece for herself. And that’s what makes it beautiful — we don’t need it to be moved. Instead, we put our own little puzzle piece in that empty space, and as long as you’re okay with hanging your coat up and staying a while, you can be moved, too.
“Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.”—N’Tima