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John Steinbeck, East of Eden
I feel strange diving into writing again. It’s like I’m learning to walk again, and everything I try comes out wobbly and clumsy, but that’s ok.
Winter break never felt so good.
First semester of grad school down, one year to go. I honestly never thought I’d see myself get this far, so it feels like a huge accomplishment to be a part of UNT’s Accounting MS program. I’m interning with a small firm in Dallas in the Spring as a tax intern!
Life is crazy.
Sinking to flying is like living is to dying, You always did love to fall under waves. My wings became stiff, as you jumped off the cliff and my love, you never looked so perfect- Flying and falling, all at one time.
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I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.
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I can’t translate myself into language any more.
Alice Notley, from “Ruby Goes to Pieces,” Culture of One (via lifeinpoetry)
failing to make progress on a paper...
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Being reminded of his childhood by his soft serve, the grad student flashes back to a time when he thought he would amount to something.
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Sorry I've been absent, guys. I have been extremely busy with grad school. It's a fucking killer. I have no soul.
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Art is both love and friendship, and understanding; the desire to give. It is not charity, which is the giving of Things, it is more than kindness which is the giving of self. It is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is the recreation on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the inter-relations of these. I wish the thundercloud had moved up over Tahoe and let loose on you; I could wish you nothing finer.
Ansel Adams in a letter to Cedric Wright (June 19, 1937)
Sikh Community Offers a Helping Hand to Muslims in Kashmir during Ramadan
“Ramadan is not only a month of challenging oneself by not eating and drinking during day hours but it is also a time that stands for compassion and unity. In the Kashmir valley, which is experiencing usually hot weather during Ramadan this year, hundreds of Muslims who do not manage to find space in crowded mosques have to pray on roads instead.
The sizzling temperatures are no deterrent, and the conditions are made easier by noble souls such as an elderly Sikh cloth dealer from Srinagar. As Muslims prepare to pray on pavements outside the crowded mosque in Karan Nagar locality of Srinagar, this Sikh man rolls out new fabric sheets from his shop for them to pray on comfortably. Although he hails from Amritsar in Punjab, he has been living in Srinagar for many years now.
He is there every Ramadan, outside the mosque to offer the new fabrics for free. This has become a common sight for the people who live in and around the area. And the Muslims are bowled over by this Sikh man’s generosity.
Sameen Khan, a radio jockey working with Big 92.7 FM station, uploaded some pictures of him on Facebook. The post has gone viral online.
People are describing him as not only a noble man but one with a good sense of humour too. He does not own a big store but sells his fabrics on pavements.He describes his offerings as service to God.
In the Valley, where the politics of divide between Muslims and Pandits (Hindus) has been played to the hilt, Sikhs are a small community. Jammu and Kashmir has a total number of 3.7 lakh Sikhs, out of which nearly 80,000 live in Kashmir.
Sikhs and Muslims participate in each other’s festivals and Ramadan often serves as a reminder of the same. In the uptown Srinagar locality, Sanat Nagar, local Sikhs come out every evening with dates and water, and offer them to Muslims for breaking the fast.
A roadside stall put up by the Sikh community displays the message, ‘Recognise the entire Human race as one.’”
-via IBTimes