February 2012
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WatchI really miss you, Asheville.
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Haikuesday, February 28th, 2012
As a child, I asked
my mom how strange it was, to
live in black-and-white.
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Olivia Newton John and ELO “Xanadu”
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habitus
system of structured, structuring (unconscious) dispositions, constituted in practice and based on past experience
-The Logic of Practice, Pierre Bourdieu
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I fucking hate pricks that write like this and think of themselves as freaking poets. Using a bunch of line breaks and few words that rhyme won’t disguise all the meaningless and pretentious shit you’re writing as poetry.
heavydrug:
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I used to write poems.
That was weird.
tangerinetreesandmarmalades:
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I thought maybe he was a serial killer
He lived under train tracks, and he had torture-looking devices and empty alcohol bottles and stacks of paper around his room.
But then, like, he was just an art student, so, whatever.
sarahyes:
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The Joy of Quiet →
The urgency of slowing down — to find the time and space to think — is nothing new, of course, and wiser souls have always reminded us that the more attention we pay to the moment, the less time and energy we have to place it in some larger context. “Distraction is the only thing that consoles us for our miseries,” the French philosopher Blaise Pascal wrote in the 17th century, “and yet it is...
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Haikuesday, February 21st, 2012
Today’s my birthday.
Precocious, they called me, but
I was just born old.
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