for no particular reason, this quote

Maybe the monoculture continues on, unabated, outside us, while we peek at it through tiny holes in our self-built huts. The only evidence we catch of one another’s existence is a lonely counter going up, one view at a time.

Turds and Existence

To achieve symbolic immortality, we must live a life of meaning; we must fashion a symbolic existence. So we define ourselves by our thoughts and aspirations and memories and intelligence and morality, things that can be transmitted through culture as abstractions. We extend our identities beyond the natural world; we become supernatural. But there’s anotherContinue reading “Turds and Existence”

“…water through cupped palms.”

From, of course, the Modern Love column of the NY Times: I took notes on these conversations, snapped photos of card messages and told my favorite shop stories to co-workers, family and friends, but still so much has gotten away. I have lost the Post-its or can’t quite make out what my fragmented notes referContinue reading ““…water through cupped palms.””

The Three Categories of Friends

Yes, this article is about adult friendships and I don’t really consider myself an adult, but I still found these words relevant to my life: By middle-age, people have likely accumulated many friends from different jobs, different cities, and different activities, who don’t know each other at all. These friendships fall into three categories: active,Continue reading “The Three Categories of Friends”

O Me! O Life!

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900. O ME! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish; Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of theContinue reading “O Me! O Life!”