January 2012
2 posts
Is that blogging?: The rocket trip to the Moon... →
distorte:
The rocket trip to the Moon takes three days. You sit in the cockpit in the rocket’s nose and watch the earth receding through the porthole. Too gradually to see, but still receding. When you arrive on at the Moon, the rocket makes two orbits before landing on the Moon’s far side. The touchdown…
August 2011
2 posts
May 2011
2 posts
March 2011
2 posts
February 2011
3 posts
January 2011
5 posts
philosophyofwonder:
There is this: two can be in a room. One is asleep, her face small and tucked into itself like a child, like a bashful hand in a pocket. He, however, is awake, watching her. His world, the waking world, is quiet and soft, and sounds only like the distant wind of her slow breathing. And her world, paralyzed, is full of dragons and time and choruses and diamonds. His is always...
December 2010
10 posts
Uncertain Times: Seth Godin - The first rule of... →
uncertaintimes:
Seth Godin - The first rule of doing work that matters:
Go to work on a regular basis.
Art is hard. Selling is hard. Writing is hard. Making a difference is hard.
When you’re doing hard work, getting rejected, failing, working it out—this is a dumb time to make a situational decision…
A letter from Ludwig van Beethoven to Countess...
Uncertain Times
uncertaintimes:
One day, they announced that a computer somewhere in Europe had now owned everything. Maximum profit had been attained. The computer had found every advantage and extracted the sum of all monetary wealth from every stash, cache and crevice. The game was finished. The market had arrived at its logical end.
One day, shortly after that, someone unplugged the computer and everyone...
Philosophy of Wonder: A letter from Lewis Carroll... →
philosophyofwonder:
Understanding you to be a distinguished algebraist (i.e. distinguished from other algebraists by different face, different height, etc.), I beg to submit to you a difficulty which distresses me much.
If x and y are each equal to ’1,’ it is plain that 2 × (x2 – y2) = 0, and also that 5 ×…
November 2010
6 posts
On the Inexhaustibility of a City
petitchou:
“You take delight not in a city’s seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.”
“Or the question it asks of you, forcing you to answer, like Thebes through the mouth of the Sphinx.”
-Marco Polo and Kublai Khan, from Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino
Watchcrystalarnette:
The kind of film NCSA Alumni were meant to make, lol
thedailywhat:
This Is The Last Movie Trailer For Today, I Promise of the Day: The official Red Band (NSFW) trailer for David Gordon Green’s highly-anticipated fantasy comedy Your Highness.
The film, which stars James Franco, Danny McBride, Natalie Portman, and Zooey Deschanel, is scheduled to open in theaters April 8.
[ign...
“He had green eyes,
so I wanted to sleep with him—
green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool-
You could drown in those eyes, I said.
The fact of his pulse,
the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire
not to disturb the air around him.
Everyone could see the way his muscles worked,
the way we look like animals,
his skin barely...
"Irreconcilable Dissonance"
I have been married once to the woman to whom I am still married, so far, and one thing I have noticed about being married is that it makes you a lot more attentive to divorce, which used to seem like something that happened to other people, but doesn’t anymore, because of course every marriage is pregnant with divorce, and also now I know a lot of people who are divorced, or are about to be,...
October 2010
9 posts
"You Are Tired"
You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!) You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I. But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And knock with a rose at the...
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...”
– Sylvia Plath, “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”
Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out
Every morning the maple leaves.
Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts from one foot to the other. Every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out You will be alone always and then you will die. So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation. Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I...
“We gathered our colored pencils and sheets of paper and drew like wild, feral...”
