January 2011
66 posts
One more time, with feeling!: Myers-Briggs Dating... →
littleorphanammo:
philolzophy:
INTJ-
Why you want one: It’s kind of intoxicating to be around someone this smart and serious. It’s really sexy for as long as you can go without getting compliments/any affirmation that they like you back. Spoiler Alert: Oblivious misers. Where to…
…suffering from some systematic form of disadvantage does not make the sufferers...
– Stefan Collini (via oculussinister)
Most meditative practices begin with attention to the breath. Some schools of...
– Ben Howard, Effortless effort « One Time, One Meeting. See also http://tumblr.com/xfbj0k6iq for an exercise that may help you come to understand this idea of being breathed (Excellent, thank you, sharanam)
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A writer reading Infinite Jest is like a surgeon watching another, more adept...
– Art Edwards: The Last Book I Loved, Infinite Jest - The Rumpus.net (via peterwknox)
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For interventions to be most successful, they must be individualized
for the...
– M. Chin in JAMA
DFW writes about writing [Infinite Jest] →
The best metaphor I know of for being a fiction-writer in the middle of writing a long book is Don DeLillo’s “Mao II,” where he describes the book-in-progress as a kind of hideously damaged infant that follows the writer around, forever crawling after the writer (i.e. dragging itself across the floor of restaurants where the writer’s trying to eat, appearing at the foot of the bed first thing in...
I beg to urge you,everyone:
life-and-death is a grave matter,
all things pass...
I beg to urge you,everyone:
life-and-death is a grave matter,
all things pass...
I beg to urge you,everyone:
life-and-death is a grave matter,
all things pass...
DFW writes about writing [Infinite Jest] →
The best metaphor I know of for being a fiction-writer in the middle of writing a long book is Don DeLillo’s “Mao II,” where he describes the book-in-progress as a kind of hideously damaged infant that follows the writer around, forever crawling after the writer (i.e. dragging itself across the floor of restaurants where the writer’s trying to eat, appearing at the foot of the bed first thing in...
Hard to say it’s hard luck when we had it coming
Hard to say it’s hard luck when we had it coming
Bind grasses to build a hut, and don’t give up.
– From “Song of the Grass-Roof Hermitage” by 石頭希遷 (Shítóu Xīqiān)
Bind grasses to build a hut, and don’t give up.
– From “Song of the Grass-Roof Hermitage” by 石頭希遷 (Shítóu Xīqiān)