Thoughts

I figure that, one day, the internet will be used to reconstitute my memories. So this the good shit I want to find memorable in the future: Quotes, things I find funny, things I don't want to have to learn again but want to know, and an epic moments montage set to amazing music. Well, this, and the entirety of Wikipedia.

[jenorton]

There are a few paths to get there, but only one exit.

[jenorton]

First Impression

[nevver]

Crashingly, Lia Melia

[nevver]

Paradise lost, Michael Kerbow

[emotional-algebra]

“Enlightenment is understanding that there is nowhere to go, nothing to do, and nobody you have to be except exactly who you’re being right now.”

Neale Donald Walsch (via emotional-algebra)

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#weuphere #peoplelikedramatic #minneapolis #minnesota #throughthefence #southsiders

[awritersruminations-deactivated]

We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, proteins stitch together, mitochondria send out their oxidative dictates; we begin as a microscopic electrical...

[jenorton]

Can't stop listening again and again.

[jenorton]

Those synth grunge blues.

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[jenorton]

I really enjoy when I see headlines about things like dead whale carcasses that wash up on beaches near cities. Not because of some sick pleasure, but rather because it's like nature's artform. Art serves a reminder of uncomfortable truth. So, yeah, things die. And yeah, we chose to gather some non-nomadic collection of people in a city here to be free from the reminders and reality that you could die if you couldn't provide solely for yourself or rely on the guy next to you. Don't worry, humans. It's just a possibly explosive whale carcass filled with the gases of digestion and decay that might inconveniently explode on your beach. You are clearly the most dominant species on the planet.

[jenorton]

Marc Johns

[jenorton]

Consider another perspective. Leave the home you know and look to the stars. See them from another point of view.

[jenorton]

[jenorton]

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them...a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create--so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off. They must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they are not really alive unless they are creating.

Pearl S Buck

[jenorton]

"Why couldn't we be called the Twix Galaxy? Or even Snickers?" Coffee & Cream -- The Milky Way