One of the chief joys of the web is being able to look through the old family photos of people you don’t know.
[brought to my attention by celia]
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One of the chief joys of the web is being able to look through the old family photos of people you don’t know.
[brought to my attention by celia]
Gorgeous writing — the last line slays me:
“Whenever he is discouraged, I tell him that if I can survive on three continents, then there is no obstacle he cannot conquer. While astronauts, heroes forever, spent mere hours on the moon, I have remained in this new world for nearly thirty years. I know that my achievement is quite ordinary. I am not the only man to seek his fortune far from home, and certainly I am not the first. Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have know, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.”
–from Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri
This is true of so much, every day. What magic.
[brought to my attention by ewee]
Learned a new word today, which perhaps I should’ve known, that I felt I’d been waiting all my life to come across: bouma.
A short time ago I was using this line on my business site: “People don’t read”. If she ever saw it, this surely earned the ire of my former boss, the copy director for a major U.S. retailer. What I meant by it was not so much that people are not reading the beautiful language we so painstakingly composed, so much as they are scanning shapes more than anything else — understanding bigger things to be more important than smaller things and so on. That they are, in effect, consuming boumas like Pac-Man.
Suggested reading:
– The Science of Word Recognition — or how I learned to stop worrying and love the bouma
– Bouma – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
So this coming Tuesday is the 100-year anniversary of The Big One, the San Francisco earthquake of 1906. This coming Tuesday is also the 34th anniversary of me, at which point I can no longer finesse being in my early 30s, and for which I will not be in SF. Which is making me very very sad. My personal theory is that I died in that quake and thus am freakishly obsessed with it. Like I decorate my home with pics of it.
So as I conceptually pull this drink out of my ass… I’m thinking disaster, crumbling things, despair. Nah? Okay then. Fire, in the Shiva way: destruction and birth and the whole Phoenix-from-the-ashes thing1. Also gold. Soot. Mint. 2 And it must be strong, very very strong.
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People make things much harder than they have to be. Most things are really easy.
— co-worker Victoria, wildly successful childhood immigrant from UkraineWhen things are going your way, don’t fight them.
— friend SlackermanThe decisions you make are the right ones.
— PacatYou can make up your whole face with a tube of lipstick.
— my mom