Optimism embodied is a blank sheet of paper and a good pencil.
I fear more and more I don’t have enough life left to live all the lives I want to live.
I’ve learned to accept everything but my own failures.
I’ve discovered the #SciFi writings of Ted Chiang and can’t believe I didn’t discover him sooner. The upcoming movie “Arrival” starring Amy Adams and Jeremy Renner is based on Chiang’s amazing”Story of Your Life.” It’s a mind bending exploration of language and how we perceive time and I feel like I pulled a muscle in my head trying (and failing) to get my head around it. Here’s a good start: https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1101972122
The world is a harsh place for those who value ideas over money.
OMG So..I really want this movie to be everything I want but mostly because it’s about a favorite theme (smart women working in the space program!) but I’m worried the movie will only appeal to those who already believe in the themes, while others might be blinded by what looks like deep southern themes – or worse, watch the trailer and not see the misogyny and racism. I wonder if the filmmakers are caricaturizing, or portraying as close as possible the people and times? I imagine that if the movie inspires some (many?!) to read the book or others to […]
Sometimes my hands are assholes and spew nothing but crap. The page is my toilet paper.
Three men sit in a small booth in a big diner on a busy corner in Brooklyn. It’s noisy, because the diner has terrible acoustics, but busy, because the food is good and the prices are reasonable. But the diner is old, and although everything is working today, the decor and equipment is oddly stuck between “needing to be replaced” and “so old it’s cool and vintage.” It still exists because the owner of the diner owns the whole building. The rent from the nine apartments in the three floors above meet the building’s overhead, and the owner isn’t a greedy man, […]
So much time is lost worrying about losing time.
You’re standing in ice cold and stiff and shiny dress shoes on well-groomed grass under a bright morning sun in an uncomfortable suit listening to a preacher you don’t know talk about someone you loved dearly. You are sweating and cold at the same time. The quiet solemnity surrounding you is at sharp odds with the chaos in your head. It’s the opposite of a hurricane – the calm warm eye of the storm surrounds you, but behind your eyes rages a cat 5, hurling chunks of hail and ripping down signposts you thought would guide you and washing away beliefs you held […]