May 2012
6 posts
“Life has many ways of testing a person’s will, either by having nothing...”
– Paulo Coelho
“My dreaming self refuses to be consoled. It continues to wander, aimless,...”
– Margaret Atwood, Moral Disorder And Other Stories
April 2012
1 post
March 2012
4 posts
“Controlled experiments suggest that optimism is not only related to success, it...”
– Neuroscientist Tali Sharot, author of the fascinating The Optimism Bias: A Tour of the Irrationally Positive Brain, at TED 2012. (via explore-blog)
February 2012
2 posts
January 2012
2 posts
December 2011
3 posts
The Fountainhead
Howard Roark: Look, Gail. Now I can make what I want of it: a bow, a spear, a cane, a railing. That’s the meaning of life.
Gail Wynand: Your strength?
Howard Roark: Your work. The material the earth offers you and what you make of it.
November 2011
2 posts
September 2011
3 posts
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July 2011
4 posts
Bob Dylan 1966 Playboy Interview
PLAYBOY: What made you decide to go the rock-'n'-roll route?
Bob Dylan: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wound up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and got a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
PLAYBOY: And that's how you became a rock-'n'-roll singer?
Bob Dylan: No, that's how I got tuberculosis.
June 2011
4 posts
May 2011
1 post
March 2011
2 posts
February 2011
2 posts
“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for...”
– John Muir (via going-in)
January 2011
1 post
November 2010
1 post
June 2010
1 post
January 2010
1 post
thesearebones:
It’s a Sigur Ros kind of day. A watch-the-sky-through-your-eyelashes kind of day. A slow drumbeat, far-flung wind kind of day. The kind of day where you look for the sun, but the sky is so solid, blinding white that you’re positive the sun must have never existed. The kind of day where everything is sleepy, the birds are reverently quiet, the traffic hums lazily, the trees barely...
June 2009
1 post
