Thank you, @BarackObama, for tirelessly + selflessly giving it your all. For human progress, faith in citizenship, and hope. #ObamaFarewell
With each passing day, I’m amazed with how many people’s security in their own beliefs is predicated on denying others the ability to differ
Dying people lie too. Wish they’d worked less, been nicer, opened orphanages for kittens. If you really want to do something, you do it. You don’t save it for a sound bite.
You don’t risk jail and your career just to save somebody who doesn’t want to be saved unless you got something, anything, one thing. The reason normal people got wives and kids and hobbies, whatever, that’s because they don’t got that one thing that hits them that hard and that true. I got music; you got this. The thing you think about all the time, the thing that keeps you south of normal. Yeah, makes us great, makes us the best. All we miss out on is everything else. No woman waiting at home after work with the drink and the kiss. That ain’t gonna happen for us.
Casey Neistat, back at it, encouraging people to follow the less-prescribed, but perhaps more innate path for life: Do What You Can’t
The idea that war is a secular crusade and involves the smiting of the wicked pervades how Americans discuss it. If you want to save your soul go to church. There is no holiness to be found on a battlefield and nations seek it at their own peril. War always amounts to a failure of normal ‘politics’ to resolve a contention, which is why it is ‘politics by other means.’ People are often willing to be cynical about normal politics but drop such skepticism when it comes to politics and organized violence, which is usually infinitely more ethically murky than normal politics often is.
Al Jazeera recently did a short on DJ Sumirock, an 82 year old DJ in Japan who started spinning at age 70 after spending a year in DJ school. She’s entirely unremarkable in the way she talks about it, and perhaps that’s the best part — it’s just another day, in another year, and I’m just doing what I’m doing because it’s what I want. Who cares what year it is?
Tim Berners-Lee was announced as the winner of the Turing Award for 2016, cited for “inventing the World Wide Web, the first web browser, and the fundamental protocols and algorithms allowing the web to scale.” In addition to his work on inventing the internet, he’s also been doing meaningful work for individual privacy, open and accessible data, and government transparency. Well deserved, indeed. Cheers to you, Sir Berners-Lee.
A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.
“Every sculpture needs space. That is the nature of sculpture,” she said. “If you put something else there, it changes it.” “Fearless Girl,” she said, is “cute,” but “you don’t stand up for women’s rights at the expense of the artist’s rights. Each right is equally important. I am saying this as a woman.”
The world is a comedy to those that think; a tragedy to those that feel.
One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.
Words could paint pictures, I learned from him. Choosing the right word, and the right word order, he illustrated, could make an enormous difference in conveying an image or an idea.
To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other, and to feel. That is the purpose of life.
To feel awed by a man I thought I knew completely: It’s a shock when that happens after so many years. And a boon. That one fling of a bowl probably bought us another five years of marriage.
I have regrets. That’s not to say I haven’t gone through life pushing forward, but with decisions I’ve made consciously and unconsciously, I look back and have regrets. It’s important to acknowledge that and better yourself from it. To not lose the things you now understand truly matter, and to let go of everything else.
It’s not to anybody’s best interest to think about how they will be perceived tomorrow. It hurts you in the long run.
Since the only test of truth is length of life, and since words survive the chops and changes of time longer than any other substance, therefore they are the truest. Buildings fall; even the earth perishes. What was yesterday a cornfield is to-day a bungalow. But words, if properly used, seem able to live for ever.
However much you have been wanting and hoping and dreaming of meeting the person of your dreams, it is only when you meet them that you will start missing them. It seems that the presence of an object is required to make its absence felt (or to make the absence of something felt). A kind of longing may have preceded their arrival, but you have to meet in order to feel the full force of your frustration in their absence.
[…] Falling in love, finding your passion, are attempts to locate, to picture, to represent what you unconsciously feel frustrated about, and by.
There are many who claim that antidepressants stifle creativity. Years ago, at the height of my instability, my husband and I saw “A Beautiful Mind,” and I thought, if John Nash can cure himself of his schizophrenia by sheer willpower, I should be able to stop obsessing. It was this cruel expectation of myself that filled my 20s and 30s with self-loathing. I try not to think of all the moments of joy I lost during that time, or the thousands of words I could not write, all because of my fear that medication would kill my creative muse.
After reading this old article on Quartz, I’m left wondering if we’re doing anything right anymore. It feels like the old hacker ethic is dying in this world of everything being business (even governments, I supposed), and there is little left for the minds that build for the overall good. Build for profit, or don’t build for fear of litigation.
With each startup, enterprise, IPO, and advertisement of culture… perhaps the hacker ethic has become a business itself, too.
In the midst of all the strife going on in the world, I’m happy to see this post, titled The Nike Pro Hijab Goes Global. We’re at a generational high right now of screaming populism, hate, and division, so while I understand in the grand scheme it’s small, for the moment, it’s so damn much. Yes, there’s marketing, profiting, and all those things… but at the same time, it’s also an offering and acknowledgement. Outfit those athletes as they see fit, and stand back in awe as they go forth and compete.