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random collection of stuff I find interesting
May 19
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2headedsnake:

sergiocerchi.it
Sergio Cerchi, ‘Sitting Red Haired Girl’, oil on canvas, 100x80

2headedsnake:

sergiocerchi.it

Sergio Cerchi, ‘Sitting Red Haired Girl’, oil on canvas, 100x80

(via welovepaintings)

Apr 24
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treeporn:

Double exposure portraits by Jon Duenas via Colossal.

Apr 17
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Tetris was invented exactly when and where you would expect — in a Soviet computer lab in 1984 — and its game play reflects this origin. The enemy in Tetris is not some identifiable villain (Donkey Kong, Mike Tyson, Carmen Sandiego) but a faceless, ceaseless, reasonless force that threatens constantly to overwhelm you, a churning production of blocks against which your only defense is a repetitive, meaningless sorting. It is bureaucracy in pure form, busywork with no aim or end, impossible to avoid or escape. And the game’s final insult is that it annihilates free will. Despite its obvious futility, somehow we can’t make ourselves stop rotating blocks.
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fuckyeahdementia:

Rage Comics In Real Life

Feb 28
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Feb 22
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

psychotherapy:

condalmo:

The audio clip here is a portion of his well-known Kenyon College Commencement Speech.

He would have turned 50 today. Listen to him read more of his work at this website.

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I wanted to find some small way to pay tribute to David Foster Wallace, on the occasion of what would have been his 50th birthday, and this brief audio segment, in Wallace’s own voice, certainly fits the bill.

Wallace and his words - especially his later and more mature works (beginning with Infinite Jest) - have an awful lot more to tell us about what it truly means to be a human being, living and breathing in this modern moment, than most psychology books ever will. His was a rare and incredible gift and, sadly, one gone from us far too soon.

Feb 12
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Maybe dullness is associated with psychic pain because something that’s dull or opaque fails to provide enough stimulation to distract people from some other, deeper type of pain that is always there, if only in an ambient, low-level way, and which most of us spend nearly all our time and energy trying to distract ourselves from feeling, or at least from feeling directly or with our full attention. Admittedly, the whole thing’s pretty confusing, and hard to talk about abstractly…but surely something must lie behind not just Muzak in dull or tedious places any more but now also actual TV in waiting rooms, supermarkets’ checkouts, airport gates, SUVs’ backseats. Walkman, iPods, BlackBerries, cell phones that attach to your head. This terror of silence with nothing diverting to do. I can’t think anyone really believes that today’s so-called ‘information society’ is just about information. Everyone knows it’s about something else, way down.
David Foster Wallace, ‘The Pale King’ (via shawarmageddon)
Jan 30
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I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to wchich he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.
W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence (via psychotherapy)
Jan 19
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