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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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CV of Failures
Johannes Haushofer, a professor at Princeton posts his CV of failures. He says:
Most of what I try fails, but these failures are often invisible, while the successes are visible. I have noticed that this sometimes gives others the impression that most things work out for me. As a result, they are more likely to attribute their own failures to themselves, rather than the fact that the world is stochastic, applications are crapshoots, and selection committees and referees have bad days. This CV of Failures is an attempt to balance the record and provide some perspective.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart; I am, I am, I am.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Every time.
To traditionalists, particularly in the United States, the car is a motif for an entire way of life, and the smartphone just an accessory. To early adopters who have integrated ridesharing deeply into their lives, the smartphone is the lifestyle motif, and the car is the accessory. To generations of Americans, owning a car represented freedom. To the next generation, not owning a car will represent freedom.
“A New Soft Technology”, by Venkat Rao. (via vivekhaldar)
Somehow
Post Bog, I’ve become a mother. More particularly, my mother. I multi-task, organise, work really freaking hard, worry but remain upbeat and sleep at 10.30 pm.
All those years of struggling to understand my mother and motherhood... I could have learnt how to play the violin.
There is a Japanese visual art in which the artist is forced to be spontaneous. He must paint on a thin stretched parchment with a special brush and black water paint in such a way that an unnatural or interrupted stroke will destroy the line or break through the parchment. Erasures or changes are impossible. These artists must practice a particular discipline, that of allowing the idea to express itself in communication with their hands in such a direct way that deliberation cannot interfere. The resulting pictures lack the complex composition and textures of ordinary painting, but it is said that those who see well find something captured that escapes explanation. This conviction that direct deed is the most meaningful reflections, I believe, has prompted the evolution of the extremely severe and unique disciplines of the jazz or improvising musician.Group improvisation is a further challenge. Aside from the weighty technical problem of collective coherent thinking, there is the very human, even social need for sympathy from all members to bend for the common result. This most difficult problem, I think, is beautifully met and solved on this recording. As the painter needs his framework of parchment, the improvising musical group needs its framework in time. Miles Davis presents here frameworks which are exquisite in their simplicity and yet contain all that is necessary to stimulate performance with sure reference to the primary conception. Miles conceived these settings only hours before the recording dates and arrived with sketches which indicated to the group what was to be played. Therefore, you will hear something close to pure spontaneity in these performances. The group had never played these pieces prior to the recordings and I think without exception the first complete performance of each was a "take."
Bill Evans, Liner notes on Kind of Blue
…boredom is not tragic. Properly understood, boredom helps us understand time, and ourselves. Unlike fun or work, boredom is not about anything; it is our encounter with pure time as form and content. With ads and screens and handheld devices ubiquitous, we don’t get to have that experience that much anymore. We should teach the young people to feel comfortable with time.
Gayatri Devi (via vivekhaldar)
Balloon Dog anatomical model, designed by Jason Freeny, produced by Famemaster Toys
Why do old sports photos often have a blue haze? Cigarette smoke.
Via.
“From a distance, the trash looks impersonal. But get closer and you realise that what River Adyar and Chennai's beaches have lost in terms of natural biodiversity is more than made up by the diversity of discards that litter the shoreline. Trash, as a collective pronoun, hides the people and companies that made the trash possible.”
Try Swachhing this: What the sea returned to Chennai
The Indian censor board replaces “balls” with “cats”. Why not “bowls”? Ridiculous.
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A Story of A Comfort Woman - Tattoo. Read the whole thing here.
This is the English translation of Sun-woong Park's web comic from his blog, "Between the Pannels"
Tubing immediately exposes the hypocrisy of other water sports: Traditional boating, from a tube, looks like an artificial, intrusive, arrogant, faux-refreshing extension of the landlocked ego; boaters use the river as a fluid blacktop, another surface to conquer with the aid of a motor. (I shouldn’t even have to mention the blasphemous walk-on-water hubris of skiers.) Tubing, on the other hand, is fluvial Buddhism: It asks you to submit humbly to the river, to meet it on its own terms and have a long talk with it in its native language, rather than just flitting around on top of it. There are no tricks or stunts. You don’t visit, you merge. It is your motor. Aside from a tube, the only equipment you need is spiritual: respect for the river, an instinct for meditation, and a high regard for inaction.
Dixie Zen by Sam Anderson
Cosmonaut Vladimir Komarov's remains in an open casket. Via.
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