June 2011
“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”
– ~George Orwell, 1984. (via iheartloons)
We advance and retreat on each other
like oceans in the world with no land
looking for a shore
hoping we have found one
dreaming how our tide
hits the sand
with bright shells and seaweed
that shine like a treasure
and will stay where we brought them
forever.
“Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a...”
– Cicero (via wildcat2030)
“Time is a machine, it will convert your pain into experience.”
– from the novel by @Charles_Yu
“We are drowning in information and starving for knowledge.”
– Rutherford D. Rogers
“I need to pray to someone here…
Just think: a simple ant
Once feels like...”
– Translation from Russian of the song of singer-songwriter Bulat Okudjava “The Ballad of the Moscow Ant” (1959)
“You ask me:
What is the greatest happiness on earth?
Two things:
changing my...”
– Christopher Logue
The sounds can come and go, but the music is always there… like the proofs for the theorems which we might never discover.
“Seek simplicity, and distrust it.”
– Alfred North Whitehead (via fast-t-feasts)
“ “Has it ever struck you… that life is all memory, except for the one present...”
– Tennessee Williams, American writer who worked principally as a playwright in the American theater (1911-1983), The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore cited in Michael Chorost, World Wide Mind (tnx johnsparker)
Running with Data: 'W' Considered Harmful →
runningwithdata:
Not the magazine and not even the former president. But the letter ‘W’ itself. The letter ‘W’, 23rd in the English alphabet, is unique in two ways: it is the only letter whose name is more than one syllable, and also the only letter whose name doesn’t include the sound it makes.
…
The meta-limeric (not mine!)
There once was an X from place B
Who satisfied predicate P.
The X did thing A
In a specified way,
Resulting in circumstance C.
“What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but...”
– Soren Kierkegaard (via 500daysofkissingmypillow)
Once in a while, life looks like finding your way in a city with no street names or home numbers. Every time you see a door, you can’t help asking yourself: am I truly near my destination, and everything I have left to do is ring the bell and enter? What if I’ll never get out again? Or worse yet, may be I have taken the wrong turn a couple of quarters ago, and this is the wrong street...
“Ayer was now standing near the entrance to the great white living-room of...”
– A. J. Ayer: A Life, by Ben Rogers
via A. J. Ayer to the rescue! (via xixidu) 