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Okay, I’m not exactly saying she looks like Hitler here… but I’m gonna go ahead and hide all my Nietzsche books for the foreseeable future.

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May I just add here that Nathan and Katie brought this as my housewarming gift? :) Of course, I did write about Twilight, so I suppose people who live in glass houses with vampires in them shouldn't throw stones or fangs or whatever.

nathanjohnson:

Marke & Chris in front of Kelly’s new tapestry.

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nathanjohnson:

You’ll have to excuse the slew of food pictures that are surely coming. We just landed in Mississippi and Kelly started cooking. Fish Tacos. Pressed tortillas. Take me home! (p.s. Ronen, get your ass down here. Now you’ll be able to taste Thanksgiving, and you don’t want to miss this one!)

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nathanjohnson:

Wow, The South has the biggest limes I’ve ever seen.

(via papertissue)

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phildupree:

Labor Day at the Harper’s.

Classroom. Princeton. Back to School.

from Their Eyes Were Watching God

"Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.

Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do accordingly.

So the beginning of this was a woman and she had come back from burying the dead."

--Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

When sometimes I am reminded that the mechanics and shop-keepers stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with crossed legs, so many of them — as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not to stand or walk upon — I think that they deserve some credit for not having all committed suicide long ago.

Henry David Thoreau, "Walking"

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Hells, yes.

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French Quarter, New Orleans.

"It's hot as balls out here."

--Craig David Foster, musing about the weather

DFW on essays as a way of living

"Part of our emergency is that it's so tempting to do this sort of thing now, to retreat to narrow arrogance, pre-formed positions, rigid filters, the 'moral clarity' of the immature. The alternative is dealing with massive, high-entropy amounts of info and ambiguity and conflict and flux; it's continually discovering new areas of personal ignorance and delusion. In sum, to really try to be informed and literate today is to feel stupid nearly all the time and to need help. That's about as clearly as I can put it...That last one's of especial value, I think. As exquisite verbal art, yes, but also as a model for what free, informed adulthood might look like in the context of Total Noise: not just the intelligence to discern one's own error or stupidity, but the humility to address it, absorb it, and move on and out therefrom, bravely, toward the next revealed error. This is probably the sincerest, most biased account of 'Best' your Decider can give: these pieces are models--not templates, but models--of ways I wish I could think and live in what seems to me this world."

--David Foster Wallace, Introduction to Best American Essays 2007