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It’s been awhile since I’ve shared personal thoughts on the internet. The last time I did so in some capacity was with this blog. Now I write for a living, and I increasingly feel like there should be some balance between writing for myself and writing for my job.
I may write more here, or I may start something new that has a more defined purpose than this blog, which is really a mishmash of things I find cool and interesting, and occasionally delves into subjects that are more personal. I’m also slightly embarrassed by the naivete in some of the thoughts previously posted here, and moving to a new location seems like a clean break from those.
Either way, I’m still listening and thinking, Internet. Some day soon, I’ll talk back to you more.
Original attribution misspelled his name. But it’s a great quote.
(Source: dailyexhaust.com, via nevver)
7 Thoughts From a Chronically Unhappy Person
The friend who caught me when I jumped off that rock was also with me when I had a bad mushroom trip. It was late at night, in a cabin in the mountains, and I felt that no one had ever been as far away from anyone as we were from civilization. We had an exchange that I still call on for comfort. Perhaps only its tone sets it apart from Star’s article, but as I remind my writing students, that makes all the difference — tone, the narrator’s attitude toward his subject.
“I can’t handle this,” I told my friend.
“Sure you can,” he said. “What do you do with life every day?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
He opened the front door to let in fresh mountain air. “You handle it,” he said.
(Source: The New York Times)
Newfound artist/designer crush, Rebecca Mock
Man, this is evocative of so much
Bought a Bart Simpson piggy bank at Goodwill. This sad note was inside.
(via robdelaney)
— Brian Eno (via anieastonbaker)
(Source: anianioxenfree, via robdelaney)
If Finding Nemo taught us anything, it’s that we may as well rename the clownfish “that Nemo fish.” Beyond that, it’s a great study in marine ecology: Nemo’s rescue party casts off from the safety of the reef into the perilous open ocean, where one must be fast, inconspicuous or untouchably enormous to survive. Our heroes are none of these, and thus hijinks ensue.
Millions of years ago a small fish embarked on its own Nemo-esque voyage, abandoning reefs in favor of open ocean. Over the millennia it lost its tail and grew absolutely immense; today it can reach more than 10 feet in length and 5,000 pounds, thus putting itself beyond threat of all but the mightiest predators.
The bizarre ocean sunfish is the world’s biggest bony fish. The Germans call it “the swimming head,” the Chinese “the toppled car fish,” and taxonomists Mola mola — which, ironically enough for something that floats, is Latin for “millstone.” And unlike Nemo’s compatriots, it is beautifully adapted to the high seas.
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