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The Universe & A Pair of Eyes

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"If you are creative, you must be dissident...Good education means to create dissatisfaction to create disobedience."

Dr. Nawal El Saadawi

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https://www.marcoarguello.com/matriarcheats

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No-No Boy is an innovative songwriting and multi-media project based on Asian American history. Musician and scholar Julian Saporiti turns h

No-No Boy's latest album Empire Electric is a collage of meditations, realizations, and a longing to understand ones own history. I loved the surprising familiarity of melodies I have never heard before.

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For now I am content with being an unassuming observer of the world. There is so much I am learning & unlearning, discovering & untangling, stitching & stretching, refracting & retracting, rebuilding & retracing. I am still searching for something. A chemotroph for truths.

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Article: SPIRITUALITY AND SUSTAINABLE INNOVATION UNITE IN ARCHITECTURAL SPLENDOR AT THE MYCOTEMPLE

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May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets’ towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you— beyond the next turning of the canyon walls.

Edward Abbey

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“Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It’s a perfect moment. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes her.”

Amélie (2001) Jean-Pierre Jeunet

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Rebecca (1940) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

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All I need in this world is books

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“Mom died suddenly of a heart attack.  One day she came home early because she was feeling tired, and then she just slumped over. My father was with her at the time. He tried to resuscitate her, with all the trauma that entailed. I’m sure it was tough on him, but he’d never been an outwardly emotional man. I’d never seen him cry. There was a bunch of people at our house after the funeral, and Dad kept excusing himself. I’d follow him back to his bedroom. We’d lie in his bed together and talk. It was the most open and honest that I’d ever seen him. He told me he was feeling lost. And inadequate. Mom had always been the outward face of the relationship. The talker and the feeler. She’d host the parties while he stayed in the kitchen. And now he’d lost that connection to the world. He said that everything good about me and my brother came from Mom: our intelligence, our kindness, our success. Listening to him in that moment, I realized how much he undervalued himself. I’d known that some of his dreams in life hadn’t worked out. He never finished college. He tried to start his own restaurant when I was younger. I remember we’d go to the farmer’s market together. He’d put on his chef coat, and network with all the vendors, and pick his own ingredients, and make his own dishes. It was such a proud time in his life. But the restaurant didn’t survive. And he had to go back to work for other people.  But everyone he he’d ever worked with came to Mom’s funeral. From twenty years of restaurant jobs. That’s how many lives he touched. Because even if he was a little gruff, Dad was always kind. He was always giving. And even if he wasn’t the most emotionally expressive, he was always there. He always showed up for my stuff. More than that. He always took an interest. A few years ago I decided to study archeology, and he’s become enthralled by it. Sending me articles.  Asking me details. I think he has this idea of himself as a grouchy old man, especially now that he’s alone. But that’s not how I see him. Not at all. A few weeks after Mom’s death, he sent me a text saying that he didn’t know who he was anymore. And I wrote him back: “You’re my dad.” #quarantinestories

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Ocean Vuong, from Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong