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There's no one cheaper than a person who's free with his anger. … 0

Once, I carried anxiety in my chest. Today it resides in sidebars, on social networking sites. … 0

Sometimes the only silence is noise. … 0

I think I used to be able to appreciate condensed pockets of time. Now I'm greedy. I want oceans. I want eternity. … 0

There's a difference between being faithful and being reliable. … 0

Critical thinking is important; so is kindness. … 0

People are entitled to their happiness, even when it's on our behalf. … 0

Old sad songs that are new to me have a way of stirring long-dormant hurts. … 0

There is a kind of intelligence that seeks footholds in other people's ignorance, that finds leverage in asymmetry and disequilibrium. The exerciser of such an intelligence often relies on the obliviousness of those closest to him to furnish his schemes, viewing their complacence as a form of acquiescence; but what intelligent, manipulative people seldom realize, for all their sophistication, is that it isn't always the absence of guile or worldliness that affords their movements trespass without notice; in truth, they have been observed and recognized: it is merely that they are also loved—and for all the things that love gets hung up on and obsesses over, there is also so much more that love accommodates and overlooks and even forgives. Sometimes we get away with things because we have willing, adoring accomplices. … 0

You can't choose who you love but you can pick your battles. … 0

One way to avoid forming a meaningful opinion about something is to avoid the thing itself. … 0

There's a difference between trying hard and working hard. … 0

Nostalgia is nostalgia up to a point. After that point it becomes a fetish. (After that point it becomes morbid.) … 0

It's one thing to be a creature of habit. It's another to be a creature of possibility. … 0

From a 1910 biography of Mark Twain:

"He was a youth to the end of his days: the heart of a boy with the head of a sage; the heart of a good boy, or a bad boy, but always a willful boy, and willfulest to show himself out at every time for just the boy he was." … 0

You put your heart in. You don't always get your heart out. … 0

Sometimes friends remember us when we don't even remember ourselves. … 0

If you subscribe to this site's aggregated feed you may have noticed some epic malarkey in your newsreader last night and early this morning.

While I was updating the infrastructure of my tumblelog I inadvertently fed the Feedburner stream back into the individual Tumblr stream, resulting in some seriously fractal regurgitation.

Fortunately eagle-eyed Tal, who resides ten hours in the future, alerted me to the issue almost immediately. I promptly corrected it and purged the superfluous entries.

Unfortunately Google Reader doesn't provide any way to purge its own database of such entries once they've been cached—so there they shall remain as a reminder never to let this happen again.

Apologies and thanks for bearing with me. … 0

Trying not to care about something that's bothering you is like trying not to taste what's already in your mouth. … 0

I think a not inconsiderable number of our internal conflicts may be attributed to the fact that what makes us sad doesn't necessarily also make us unhappy. … 0

Closeness is a privilege, not a liberty. … 0

We scale mountains. We plumb oceans. We create scenes. … 0

I don't know about "always keep them guessing." I prefer "always keep them discovering." … 0

The afternoon sun hitting the television so hard that I can barely make out what's onscreen is the world's welcome reminder that I should be outside. … 0

Samuel Taylor Coleridge observed: "Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, And Hope without an object cannot live."

I've found that hope thrives on obstacles as much as it requires an object. … 0

Few things lull me into a trance like air-conditioning in February. … 0

I know when I'm circling a truth because my breathing becomes shallow. … 0

Google's Super Bowl spot has evoked cynicism in some parts; and while I'm no stranger to those parts, it evoked a couple other things for me: that scene in Vanilla Sky where Tom Cruise realizes, with a bit of Weltschmerz, that his life has become a lucid nightmare; and this passage from Bright Lights, Big City (which isn't nearly the pee-hole of a novel you may have been led to believe; that distinction belongs to Less Than Zero, a coke-sneeze it's sometimes unfairly lumped with):

"You imagine her as a child carrying a bucket of sand down to the beach. You see yourself watching from the bluff, through a time warp, saying: Someday I will meet this girl. You want to watch over her through the interval, protect her from the cruelty of schoolchildren and the careless lust of young men." … 0

It's not real just because you've given it a name. It's real when it does what its name says. … 0

We are the evidence of what we are. … 0

It's one of those neutrally buoyant Los Angeles afternoons where the air is the temperature of my thoughts and I'm not sure if the world's the dream or I'm the dream. … 0

Everything ends eventually out of necessity. A practical mind is the death of immortality. … 0

I'll remain your mystery if you'll remain mine. … 0

We spend our lives waiting for other shoes to drop. There's no umbrella for that. … 0

It's careless where we leave our hearts. It's also the most caring thing in the world. … 0

The fun thing about trouble is that there are always new kinds to get into. … 0

We celebrate the moment: hold it down, breathe memory into its mouth. We exhale constellations of vapor, watering each other with our words. Sentiment freezes into comets, orbits, stars. Festivity is a holding pattern; the universe is limitless intent. … 0

Respectful-awkward is always preferable to resentful-awkward. … 0

If you don't feel like playing the game now, you can always play it later. The game never ends. … 0

"Well, if you are what you love, and you do what you love, I will always be the sun and moon to you. And if you share with your heart—yeah, you give with your heart—what you share with the world is what it keeps of you."

"Give a Little Love," Noah and the Whale. … 0

Sometimes I linger because I wonder. … 0

You hide things from the world. It takes sound a while to carry. I hope the light will be enough. Things will never be this way again. … 0

We've sung this song, we've danced this dance—every conceivable configuration of what we are, we've been. … 0

Waking up in strange places is the most potent form of time travel. … 0

Mostly here these days. Mostly. … 0

So I'm using FeedBurner to broadcast my consolidated (stream, scene, source, tumblr) RSS feed now, as opposed to a tortured Yahoo! Pipes URL. It's the kind of basic site plumbing/maintenance I probably should have conducted months/years ago. If you're so inclined, and I would be much obliged, please update your aggregator of choice to follow this link. The old link isn't broken and will continue to be updated for the foreseeable future but it's just cleaner this way. Thanks for all the fish. … 0

If there's poetry in wakefulness on temperate nights, I haven't found it yet. Disordered sleep is a delicate thing: It must be handled with care and packed in snow. … 0

"It isn't on caffeine or speed or anything like that. It just isn't stuck in the pattern that I've seen for the last forty or so years. This is not ponderous Star Trek, nor is it just a sitcom version. This is an aggressive science fiction action adventure set in a very complex reinterpretation of the Star Trek universe."

I hate it when Harry Knowles makes sense, but the man knows his Trek. Bonus: no passing references to excretory functions. … 0

"Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence." … 0

Some correspondences are so effortless I don't think they're real. … 0

Perhaps ironically, or perversely, the global economy's present manic panic is precisely the sort of instability I assumed would set the tone for this emerging century back in 2000. It's disorder and uncertainty, yes, but it's also numbers and politics. It's business as usual, albeit less usual.

A day in September of the following year seemed to set us on a different, regressive course—an itinerary hatched by anarchists bent on reducing everyone and everything to sticks and stones, underscored by the drumbeat of subsequent wars.

I'd rather see customers run on banks than children running from tanks. I'd rather see golden-parachuted CEOs receive their walking papers than ill-equipped ill-prepared soldiers receive their marching orders. Financial losses don't hold a candle in a hurricane to the ineluctable loss of human lives.

Paper beats rock any day, in any age. … 0

I've been going to bed somewhat content lately. I don't know how I feel about that. … 0

I've observed that insulting someone's intelligence in order to spare their feelings is literally neither hither nor thither. … 0

If it gets weird I'll kill it. … 0

I've never embraced the reflex to sheath one's smartphone in hideous, orthopedic-looking defensive garb. I'd rather let my handset take its licks and assume the marks of ownership than squeeze it into the consumer-electronics equivalent of a scoliosis brace. That said, the purported promise of Griffin Technology's Clarifi to marginally rectify the iPhone's egregious photo optics makes me curious about the case, its accursed protectiveness (seriously, it makes the device look like it's wearing kneepads) notwithstanding. I guess I'll keep an eye out for the reviews. … 0

You cut your hair, the delivery guy observed. Preparing for the Republicans, I snarked lazily. You think they're gonna pull it off? he asked. At this point I hope not, is all I could offer.

Hoping for something not to happen tends to be the opposite of being hopeful. … 0

Traveling this and that way; having new conversations with old acquaintances; old conversations with new acquaintances; cold conversations somewhere in between; skimming the surface of sleep, skipping across it like a deranged pebble; that certain crook in the elbow of the year, late beginnings as the months stretch homeward: everything conspires to disorient my spatial reasoning and abstract my perception of time. The recent past turns to legend and the very people and places I visited only yesterday or the day before become primitives in some personal mythology, shadows animated by ancient fire, rumor and myth withdrawn to remote outposts of memory. The details are intimate on a cosmic scale. I've never felt less innocent or been more naïve. … 0

When it was just us, it was simple. Do people mean it when they say they don't remember? I mean it when I say I haven't forgotten.

Oh, look: there you are; and there you are; but it's not the same. … 0

These shots of the 2008 Olympics Opening Ceremony are (s)lavish and amazing. … 0

"The only impulse Allen cops to is the one to work, maniacally, as if to stave off death. 'It's a way of coping with the world. You know, in the same way that somebody copes with it by being a stamp collector or a sports addict or a titan of industry or an alcoholic or something. My way of coping with the horrors of existence is to put my nose to the grindstone and work and not look up.'" … 0

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Elements Elements
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