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I saw it while I was at work today and and this was literally my face for 5 minutes:
I mean, jesus. All of the makeup and the horrifying as shit costumes and radical haircuts and all I’m thinking is, “Ah, too bad. Still not a pretty face.”
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Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful, it’s that they’re unconscious. They are default settings.
The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day.
That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.
” —DAVID FOSTER WALLACE, IN HIS OWN WORDS | More Intelligent Life (via drinkyourjuice)
Such a good reminder of this AMAZING speech. Foster Wallace gave this speech at my boyfriend’s graduation from Kenyon in 2005 and I think about the message almost every day.
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“… quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grate on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later– because I did not belong there, did not come from there– but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs. I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.” —
Joan Didion, “Farewell to All That” (via drinkyourjuice)
I used to feel this way about NYC, though I was born and raised here. You feel as if you’re closer to whatever that superior force is that makes things happen when you’re in New York. Something extraordinary, good or bad, is always around the corner. It’s like that feeling you get when you have a word on the tip of your tongue, but can’t seem to blurt it out.
The intensity of that desire, for something extraordinary, for something else, reminds me of the Icarus myth. It feels as if you’re flying too close to the sun. Ultimately, I moved away, because intense, palpable feeling of POSSIBILITY was too much to bear. Eventually you’ve got to get your shit together and make some choices, pursue goals, and I just couldn’t drown out the city siren call long enough to think things through.
I still love New York, foul-mouthed, exuberant, volatile New York. I think that I’d love to move back some day, when I’m older. But living in New York as a true blue adult is like watching children play in a jungle gym. You feel younger by proximity, I guess, and you’re hoping for a taste of that wild youth, that bloodlust that is the undercurrent of New York. The city is a different thing to you now, though, because you’re just a spectator, going to expensive restaurants, oblivious when you want to be to the kids who are selling their souls for fleeting glory. Like shooting stars.
I am obsessed with making lists. There is something so satisfying about crossing off the “finish to do list…” item on my notepad.
So in celebration of listless list-making (see what I did there?), here are some shows:
Favorite TV Shows:
1. Arrested Development
2. 30 Rock
3. Peepshow
4. Louie
5. In Betweeners
Honorable mention: Extras.
What are yours?
“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern.” — ~Aldous Huxley (via fuckyeahkickassquotes)
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Hi, all you animal lovers! This is pretty simple… please reblog this along! The Animal Rescue Site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily so they can meet their quota of getting FREE FOOD donated every day to abused and neglected animals in their shelters.
It takes less than a minute (only about 15 seconds actually) to go to their site and click on the purple box titled, ‘Click Here to Give - it’s FREE!’. From one click, which you can do DAILY, it gives around 6 bowls of food to sheltered dogs.
Keep in mind that this does not cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising. Here’s the web site! Please pass this along!
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“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.” —
Ira Glass (via Rabbit Write’s interview on Gala Darling)
My hero.
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NASFWGTD
AND NOT A SINGLE FUCK WAS GIVEN THAT DAY.
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Useful Service of the Day: Can’t find your phone? Can’t be bothered to look for it? Enter: I Can’t Find My Phone. Simply plug in your number, press “Hello?,” and presto: Your phone’s been found.
Now, if someone could only invent something similar for my sanity.
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Useful Service of the Day: Can’t find your phone? Can’t be bothered to look for it? Enter: I Can’t Find My Phone. Simply plug in your number, press “Hello?,” and presto: Your phone’s been found.
Now, if someone could only invent something similar for my sanity.
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