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Tomorrow: I will take one photo per day for 365 consecutive...

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Tomorrow: I will take one photo per day for 365 consecutive days. http://mattcolewilson.tumblr.com/

"Yeah, well, most people I met thought there was something wrong with me. They didn’t say that..."

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 15:27:26 -0400

“Yeah, well, most people I met thought there was something wrong with me. They didn’t say that but I could tell that that was what they thought. But, you see, what I think I experienced was for the first time in my life, to know what it means to be truly alive. Now that’s very frightening, because with that comes an immediate awareness of death. ‘Cause they go hand in hand. You know, the kind of impulse that led to Walt Whitman, that led to Leaves of Grass, you know, that feeling of being connected to everything means to also be connected to death. And that’s pretty scary. But, I really felt as if I were floating above the ground, not walking, you know, and I could do things: I’d go out to the highway and watch the lights go from red to green and think: “How wonderful!””

- My Dinner with Andre (1981 film)

"Other people are obviously born to sing and dance or explain the stars in the sky or do magic tricks..."

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 22:12:00 -0500

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Other people are obviously born to sing and dance or explain the stars in the sky or do magic tricks or be great leaders or athletes, and so on. I think that could go back to the time when people had to live in small groups of relatives - maybe fifty or a hundred people at the most. And evolution or God or whatever arranged things genetically, to keep the little families going, to cheer them up, so that they could all have somebody to tell stories around the campfire at night, and somebody else to paint pictures on walls of the caves, and somebody else who wasn’t afraid of anything and so on.

That’s what I think. And of course a scheme like that doesn’t make sense anymore, because simply moderate giftedness has been made worthless by the printing press and radio and television and satellites and all that. A moderately gifted person who would have been a community treasure a thousand years ago has to give up, has to go into some other line of work, since modern communications put him or her into daily competition with nothing but world’s champions.

The entire planet can get along nicely now with maybe a dozen champion performers in each area of human giftedness. A moderately gifted person has to keep his or her gifts all bottled up until, in a manner of speaking, he or she gets drunk at a wedding and tap-dances on the coffee table like Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers. We have a name for him or her. We call him or her an “exhibitionist.”

How do we reward such an exhibitionist? We say to him or her the next morning, “Wow! Were you ever drunk last night!”

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- From Bluebeard by Kurt Vonnegut

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Tue, 26 Feb 2013 23:58:00 -0500

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Fight!

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Be Drunk by Charles Baudelaire translated by Louis SimpsonYou have to be always drunk. That’s...

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 15:54:35 -0400

Be Drunk
by Charles Baudelaire
translated by Louis Simpson

You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking…ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”

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meatpopsicles: Dad2 ▲▲▲ 12/3/11

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nintendocompositions: Super Mario RPG | Let’s Play “Geno”

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Super Mario RPG | Let’s Play “Geno”

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