He is always too slow, he is always afraid, and he is always being scrutinized. In the winter, he is cold, but if he looks cold he is screamed at. There is no solitude. The constant screaming and the running, along with chronic exhaustion, produce in him a state of low-level panic, which is also a state of acute focus. It is as if his thinking mind, his doubting and critical and interpreting mind, had shut down and been replaced by a simpler mechanism that serves the body. The idea is to throw away his self and, in so doing, find out who he is. A well-trained monk, it is said, lives as though he were already dead: free from attachment, from indecision, from confusion, he moves with no barrier between his will and his act. —
Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth. —
Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems (via observando)
so much better than the date the funny guy, the smart guy, the traveler, the reader, the writer, the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker.
Its taken me a couple of days because my emotions short circuited that part of my brain. We’re hoping that with next upgrade, the heart is fianlly rational.
But to do as tasked:
1. There’s a moment in some songs where things change, and its quite hyperbolically, life-changing. I kid you not it’s like finding someone you love. Here are examples:
4 minutes in. then again 4:45
i guess it’s like when the emotional bass drops.
2. Comedians having conversations.
Tina Fey and Jerry Seinfeld. Just check out all the episodes.
The Green Room with Paul Provenza
I also love his conversation with Martin Short and Jack White
3. Radio shows which aren’t really just about radio.
i have a special place in my heart for the lin-manuel miranda musical there.
4. Reddit iAMAs
Guillermo del Toro
and that finishes my list.
Shortly before I left him, I told a counselor that my husband was hitting me and showed her the bruises. She held me while I wept in her arms. I then told a close friend that he yelled at me and called me names, but I didn’t yet tell her he was beating me.
My counselor said, “You are taking everything he says, and playing it on repeat over and over again. You have to stop the tape.”
But I couldn’t stop the tape. I heard over and over:
You are a fucking cunt. You are a fucking cunt. You are a fucking cunt. You are a fucking cunt. You are a fucking cunt. You are a fucking cunt. You are a fucking cunt.
And then his voice became my voice:
I am a fucking cunt. — It Will Look Like a Sunset by Kelly Sundberg from Guernica Mag.
Sorkin still does great smackdown.
as someone who bleeds and stains everything almost shamelessly, i wish i will be to give my daughter the same power.
(also, i miss my mom.)
i love how this could just be—well, a headline for a very very bad day.
I’ve been doing social media work for almost two years now. And only recently have I really experienced a sense of community on the net. Not surprisingly, these are from Moms who want to share photos of their kids.
But more than anything, it’s made me realize just how valuable it is to acknowledge people—just to say yes, i see what you did there and what you’re trying to show me. it’s really minor and i’m sure that all the social media gurus in the world will see this as a completely useless metric. But meeting my community for the first time, their first reaction was “you always respond to me.” like they were surprised.
and of course, there is still a huge chunk of people who want a response now and it has to be yes to what they were asking—i’ll just take that. it’s the very twee You see me.
and though, I’ve discovered that I like the content planning and even the media planning (how am i going to streeeeeeeeeeeeetch this budget?) This might be the closest thing to the favorite part of my work.
Probably because I am still so enamored of social networks and the internet, and I still feel a little pop of joy when someone likes a post or retweets me or whatever. I like the thought that I may have made someone happy.
and yes from the safety of my computer.
maybe i can do this IRL. maybe.
“Wrong Century” by Tomas Kucerovsky
the look of wistfulness on her face just punches me straight in the heart
this is literally my favorite piece that ever comes up on tumblr and if you want me to change my mind well then goOD LUCK WITH THAT
I love this. On one of my ex’s finer moments, he bought me a book of paintings by Rubens. He flipped each page saying, “This is why I love you.” I will never forget that.
Too many feelings.
(Source: mirandaadria, via thinkture)