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Allan Cubitt, I bow to you.
It's daring, slow paced and intelligent. The Fall, I mean. I just watched the last episode of Season 2.
It takes you to dark places and shows you how naked our souls are. Jamie Dornan is great and Gillian Anderson is fucking amazing.
Allan Cubitt, you're making something out of this world.
The Power of Introverts
Our most important institutions, our schools and our workplaces, they are designed mostly for extroverts and for extroverts’ need for lots of stimulation. And also we have this belief system right now that I call the new groupthink, which holds that all creativity and all productivity comes from a very oddly gregarious place.
[…]
There’s zero correlation between being the best talker and having the best ideas.
By Susan Cain, Quiet
The Shadow Campaign // Sun Dog
In the snow-capped peaks overlooking Bariloche, Argentina, Refugio Frey is the only protection from the ravaging winds, drawing wanderers of all sorts to its doors. When a dog named Conga arrives and leads skier Santiago Guzman into the hills with her infectious energy, the windswept landscape becomes a backdrop for the pure joy of two mountain souls sharing a day in the wild.
He bounces a wounded cry down into the canyons of the Tigris River: a blade of rusty water that saws its way through the bedrock of time. Ali’s song is a hymn to true love, which is to say, to love unrequited. It is the tale of a beautiful woman who remains blind to the longings of the singer. It is a lyric of loneliness. Of waiting. Of resignation—a form of acceptance. It is the perfect ballad for this antique river and this doomed, haunted town. [...]
By Paul Salopek
Sunrise with Mount Fitz Roy and his royal court, Argentina (Adventure Journal)
Gates to Paradise, Ghiberti
Chris Rubino
More than Human, Tim Flach
I'm in awe.
What members of Scott’s South Pole expedition went through to secure some particularly remote biological specimens during their winter on the South Pole.
By David Dobbs, Wired
Women Who Run With the Tides, A Film by Michelle Shearer
If the media gives any attention to older people — meaning, anyone over 35 — the subtext is always how radical it is that a person of such advanced years can still, like, run and stuff. But here’s the thing about getting older: You acquire knowledge. You acquire wisdom. You learn patience. You develop character. And all of these wonderful gifts are on display with this delightful look at three Australian women who surf together regularly at Lennox Head, New South Wales. Marg is 64, Sally is 58, and Carol is 50, and they share their love of surfing in these older years, talk about how different the lineup feels when it’s populated with women, and in general seem as comfortable in their own skins as anyone could want. Filmmaker Michelle Shearer has blessed us with a simple, sparkling look at real people in love with life, and age has both little and everything to do with it.
By Steve Casimiro, Adventure Journal
Everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was … lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot
Peter O'Toole, 1932-2013
O'Toole was nominated for eight Academy Awards for his roles in "Lawrence of Arabia," "Becket" (1964), "The Lion In Winter" (1968), "Goodbye, Mr. Chips" (1969), "The Ruling Class" (1972), "The Stunt Man" (1980), "My Favorite Year" (1982) and "Venus" (2006). He allegedly holds the record for the most Academy Award acting nominations without a win. O'Toole won four Golden Globes, a BAFTA and an Emmy, and was the recipient of an Honorary Academy Award in 2003. (The Huffington Post)
“Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable.”
Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays
“There are things that are not spoken about in polite society. Very quickly in most conversations you'll reach a moment where someone goes, 'Oh, that's a bit heavy,' or 'Eew, disgusting.' And literature is a place where that stuff goes; where people whisper to each other across books, the writer to the reader. I think that stops you feeling lonely – in the deeper sense, lonely.”
Alain de Botton
To Return to the Trees
Senex, an oak.
Senex, this old sea-almond
unwincing in spray
in this geriatric grove
on the sea-road to Cumana.
To return to the trees,
to decline like this tree,
the burly oak
of Boanerges Ben Jonson!
Or am I lying
like this felled almond
when I write I look forward to age -
a gnarled poet
bearded with the whirlwind,
his metres like thunder?
It is not only the sea,
no, for on windy, green mornings
I read the changes on Morne Coco Mountain,
from flagrant sunrise
to its ashen end;
grey has grown strong to me,
it's no longer neutral,
no longer the dirty flag
of courage going under,
it is speckled with hues
like quartz, it's as
various as boredom,
grey now is a crystal
haze, a dull diamond,
stone-dusted and stoic,
grey is the heart at peace,
tougher than the warrior
as it bestrides factions,
it is the great pause
when the pillars of the temple
rest on Samson's palms
and are held, held,
that moment
when the heavy rock of the world
like a child sleeps
on the trembling shoulders of Atlas
and his own eyes close,
the toil that is balance.
Seneca, that fabled bore,
and his gnarled, laborious Latin
I can read only in fragments
of broken bark, his
heroes tempered by whirlwinds,
who see with the word
'senex', with its two eyes,
through the boles of this tree,
beyond joy,
beyond lyrical utterance,
this obdurate almond
going under the sand
with this language, slowly,
by sand grains, by centuries.
Derek Walcott, Selected Poems