“As I said before, art and money can never be disentangled, nor would we want them to be. But there is money and there is money. And what Rockefeller money did for American art in the 1930s is a far cry from what the rich are doing to American art eighty years later.”—On Catelan and Rivera. (via andrewgreene)
“In a profession which specialises in hypocrisy, Mr Gingrich’s performance stands out.”—Newt Gingrich harried Bill Clinton for having sex with an intern 27 years his junior when he was having sex with a staffer 23 years younger than himself. His arrogance, meanwhile, verges on monomania. He once wrote of himself as the “definer of the forces of civilisation”. (via theeconomist)
An old Cherokee told his grandson, “My son there is a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies, and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy, and truth.”
The boy thought about it and asked, “Grandfather, which wolf wins?”
Imagine a ship and subsequently sprung a leak. As the damage was surveyed, it was determined that the leak was small and inconsequential; We’ll fix it when we get to our destination.
As the days went on the hole augmented until a steady stream of salt water was flowing into the ship, weighing it down. The captain sat perplexed in his cabin - and decided to take definitive action. First, he wanted to make sure that the ship was safe from pirates - and informed his crew on how best to defend from pirate attacks. Second, the captain needed to silence his crew, as some of them were growing mutinous. The thought was idealistic; They had no right to challenge his command.
Ridiculous isn’t it?
Well, that’s America for you. We have a sinking ship - and our congress is passing laws intended to counteract internet piracy, (SOPA/PIPA), which would really only make the problem worse by making foreign investors loose faith in the stability of a democracy that passes such legislation, and thus robbing more Americans of jobs. Only so that a few pockets can be filled with a excess, not a lot of pockets filled with just enough. The brutal suppression of Occupy protests shows that the government is not interested in hearing the problem, but would rather silence the voices speaking out against it. A bad economy isn’t the problem, America has plenty of potential still. Rather, it is an inherently unstable economic situation that places no constraints on greed and wealth: resulting in social injustice and unemployment; Two ingredients that allowed Hitler to rise to power, and the Bolsheviks to take over Russia. (Notice that the wealthiest haven’t had this much money since the Great Depression: A hint at what’s to come in America).
So instead of fixing the problem our government, much like captain of the metaphorical ship is attacking symptoms. The ship is sinking, but there is still a strong belief in anchors (Listener).
Oh, did I mention that some idiot forgot to lift the anchor so the boat is stuck in the middle of the ocean and not going anywhere? Sounds a lot like a two party system that is just as undemocratic as a one party system: but with the choice between a stubborn elephant and a jackass.
So, my fellow readers: We’re fucked. Even if you’re not in America, you’re still fucked.
The rich are stocking up on gold, the poor are stocking up on hope. Both are volatile and can be taken away by a truncheon and a boot. I’m investing in two things: knowledge and love. Once you learn something important you don’t forget, and when you love there’s nothing that can destroy you save yourself.
“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”—Unknown (via modernhepburn)
Nothing on it is real. It makes me think, what if we were to just lose energy to power technology? We would be left helpless and weak and everything that we ever did on here would be gone forever. Living on the computer is unhealthy and it scares me to realize that I have spent so much time on…
Consuming consumers in constant contentment with corruption of corporations that crush communities and cause conflicts corresponding with casualties and carnage causing conditions of complete contempt carrying us to the colossal collapse of civilization to cinders comparable to cigarettes.
I wish there was still some great frontier to explore and settle in. Something untouched by human idiocy, fresh, and new. Oh, if only I could go back in time and settle in the West. I’d have a pretty lady with me, and a dog. I would go hunting for some large animal, and have food for weeks to come.
There would be a river nearby to swim in, and plenty of fish. The air would be fresh and the sky as blue as a baby’s eyes.
No civilization, no laws, no wars. A good life, nothing to believe in, nothing to fight for. Just exist and enjoy little things as well as the greatest gift of all: life, and being alive.
Sometimes I dream too much. It wouldn’t be such a big problem if I didn’t go writing it all on tumblr.
Let’s look at Hemingway, Stephen King, and Daniel Quinn, and one of their respective books: Old Man and the Sea, Dreamcatcher, and Ishmael.
Here is what the three books are about:
Old Man and the Sea: An old man tries to catch a fish
Dreamcatcher: An orange alien fuzz takes over the world
Ishmael: A gorilla has a conversation with a man about the world.
Notice anything? These are things anybody could really think off. For example here’s my attempt: “A taxi driver becomes sick.” It may sound silly, but if the circumstances surrounding the sickness are well described, dramatic, and intriguing, you’ve got yourself a book or at least a kitschy movie.
A great writer then, is someone who can take a thought, idea, or event, and give it meaning through characters and situations.
I guess this isn’t a groundbreaking thought but it’s a thought nonetheless that I wanted to articulate because I’ve been writing something and it’s forming itself into the shape of a book, like with chapters and all that fancy shit. The concept is just as simple, and if I get the details right I might have something I wrote that I enjoy reading.
And if anybody’s interested, I might have an idea for a book about a boy who goes to a school for wizards and…fuck!
I recently started an internship at a manufacturing facility. Doing boring and repetitive tasks all day forces me to take refuge in my mind in order to stay sane.
Today I was thinking about public education, and came to realize that students are treated exactly like products in a factory.
Think about the graphite in your mechanical pencil. It was once in its true form in the ground, until it was separated, processed, and turned into a rectangular shape that allows it to be sent to factories around the world. At the factory they take the graphite and start cutting it down into the exact dimensions needed for the various types of pencil lead to be produced. The rectangular blocks are sent through a line; cut, crafted, and separated in their respective groups. Sometimes, the graphite breaks in the middle of the process. Someone takes it out of the line, cut it down on a machine, and puts it back on the line. Other pieces of graphite might be oddly shaped even after processing; these are promptly thrown out.
Our industrial society has taken the same concept of turning raw materials into products and applied it to the minds of young individuals, thereby turning them into copies of each other, with little variation.
First, we’re all separated by age. Then, we are cut down into classes. Encouraged by teachers and peers, we separate ourselves further into cliques and social groups. As we go through our education, parts of us that do not conform with the desired end-product are trimmed. The result is people that are essentially the same, sent out to fulfill different roles in society, and everyone is happy. The pencil lead doesn’t have much say in the matter. However, the factory owner nods approvingly at numbers written on a report. A student writes a report with .7 led, and artist draws his girlfriend with .5 lead. A construction worker scribes profanity on a piece of wood with his .9 centimeter lead.
However, those that “fell through the cracks” as the expression goes are forgotten. Like the graphite, there was something innately different about them that made it impossible to reach the desired end product. Therefore, society threw them away.
That being said, I would like you all to think about that poor graphite the next time you reload your mechanical pencil or push down to hard. But seriously - take it easy. I mean, you could really save some money on pencil lead if you just relaxed and didn’t turn into the Hulk every time you took notes.
“In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.”—from The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster. (via gokiburi)
The ice ages came and the ice ages went. For more than a half-million years Homo sapiens endured the changing climate by adapting. Then, deep in the frozen expanse of the last global big chill, something new happened. We woke up to ourselves in a new way.
We became self-conscious, creating art, culture and tools of far greater complexity than anything that had come before. When the ice pulled back yet again, we eventually took a step of even greater consequence. We domesticated ourselves and put the Earth to the plow.
With agriculture came surplus and with surplus came new social arrangements. Eventually, we built cities and far-ranging empires to support them. Human beings began building civilization. In doing so we set ourselves and the entire planet onto a new trajectory.
But did anyone ever stop to ask if it was a good idea?