Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Not yet. Wait until Summer.

Just went on a late-night internet rabbit hole binge with periods of nostalgia, picture-looking, and old-writing reading, and new writing. 

9 days.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

This is one reason people can function well in their environment and still be unable to describe what they do. For example, a person can travel accurately through a city without being able to describe the route precisely.

People function through their use of two kinds of knowledge: knowledge of and knowledge how. Knowledge of—what psychologists call declarative knowledge—includes the knowledge of facts and rules…Knowledge of how—what psychologists call procedural knowledge—is the knowledge that enables a person to perform music, to stop a car smoothly with a flat tire on an icy road, etc.

Design of Everyday Things, by Dan Norman, p. 57
Design of Everyday Things, by Dan Norman

Design of Everyday Things, by Dan Norman

We have now encountered the fundamental principles of designing for people: (1) provide a good conceptual model and (2) make things visible. Design of Everyday Things, by Dan Norman, p. 13
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

Steve Jobs

swissmiss | Don’t Settle.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Life may not be fair, but when you have someone to believe in, life can be managed, and sometimes, even miraculous. Jesus Land by Julia Scheeres, p. 348
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
For them, running sixty miles was an unknown experience, and each body part had its own excuse. I understood completely, but all I wanted them to do was be quiet and keep on running. What I Talk When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, p. 109
Tuesday, January 24, 2012 Monday, January 23, 2012
I learned it (translation) on my own, the pay-as-you-go method. It takes a lot of time to acquire a skill this way, and you go through a lot of trial and error, but what you learn sticks with you.

What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, p. 35

Friday, December 16, 2011
Good design encourages a viewer to want to learn more Alexander Isley (via gregmelander)
Sunday, November 6, 2011

p. 108, Infinite Jest

  • Steeply: But you assume it's always choice, conscious, decision. This isn't just a little naive, Remy? You sit down with your little accountant's ledger and soberly decide what to love? Always?
  • Marathe: The alternatives are--
  • Steeply: What if sometimes there is no choice about what to love? What if the temple comes to Mohammed? What if you just love? without deciding? You just do: you see her and in that instant are lost to sober account-keeping and cannot choose but to love.
  • Marathe: Then in such a case your temple is self and sentiment. Then in such an instance you are a fanatic of desire, a slave to your individual subjective narrow self's sentiments' a citizen of nothing. You become a citizen of nothing. You are by yourself and alone, kneeling to yourself...In a case such as this you become the slave who believes he is free. The most pathetic of bondage. Not tragic. No songs. You believe you would die twice for another but in truth would die only for your alone self, its sentiment...You in such a case have nothing. You stand on nothing. Nothing of ground or rock beneath your feet. You fall' you blow here and there. How does one say: 'tragically, unvoluntarily, lost.'
As, if you will give the permission, does this love you speak of, M. Tine’s grand love. It means only the attachment. Tine is attached, fanatically. Our attachments are our temple, what we worship, no? What we give ourselves to, what we invest with faith…Are we not all of us fanatics? I say only what you of the U.S.A. only pretend you do not know. Attachments are of great seriousness. Chose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care. What you wish to sing of as tragic love is an attachment not carefully chosen. Die for one person? This is a craziness. Persons change, leave, die, become ill. They leave, like, go mad, have sickness, betray you, die. Your nation outlives you. A cause outlines you…You U.S.A.’s do not seem to believe you may each choose what to die for…Choose with care. Love of your nation, your country and people, it enlarges the heart. Something bigger than the self…But choose with care. You are what you love. No? You are, completely and only, what you would die for without, as you say the thinking twice…This, is it not the choice of the most supreme importance? Who teaches your U.S.A. children how to choose their temple? What to love enough not to think two times?…For this choice determines all else. No? All other of our you say free choices follow from this: what is our temple. What is the temple, thus, for U.S.A.’s? p. 107, Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
Thursday, November 3, 2011 Tuesday, November 1, 2011
vanessadibar:

An intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way; an artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way.
Charles Bukowski

vanessadibar:

An intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way; an artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way.

Charles Bukowski

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

I usually go to my happy place. Where is it today?

I’ve been doing intensive behavioral interventions on myself surrounding the consuming rage I get when people talk without listening, interrupt me, and don’t take social cues that I don’t want to talk anymore. And I can usually diffuse that rage.

But today, it’s really getting to me. Shut up, everyone. Just shut up. And listen, I’m probably in the middle of answering your questions before you can even have him.