You lost me, Apple. Maybe I’ll be back, but the paying 80 buck per month for a texting machine that doesn’t always text bit just didn’t keep me around.
You’re fancy and shiny and everybody loves you and now you have new colors, but I’m at a point in my life where function has to come before form again.
I don’t need a hammer that can make a latte. I need a hammer that can hammer.
“I don’t need a hammer that can make a latte.”
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order—willed, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living. Each day is the same, so you remember the series afterward as a blurred and powerful pattern.
(via austinkleon)
He’s a grown man. He doesn’t need any of you to tell him anything. He knows more than all of you put together. He understands the game. If he makes a pass and you all think he should have shot it, or he shoots it and you think he should have made a pass, your opinions mean nothing to him, as they should not mean anything to him.
(via ayjay)
All right, TR, it looks like we’re just about done here. Have a great weekend, kids!
There is a delight in the hardy life of the open.
There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness, that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy and its charm.
The nation behaves well if it treats the natural resources as assets which it must turn over to the next generation increased; and not impaired in value.
Conservation means development as much as it does protection.
If You Love to Create, You Should Create
I’ve recently become obsessed with a food+writing blog called Pupcaked, created with a lot of love and patience by my good friend Zoe. She’s a fantastic cook, journalist, photographer and writer. In her own beautiful words about the project:
Currently, I am taking residence in my hometown, New York, and baking from a small kitchen with a city window… As both a writer and maker of food, I am led to understand that eating is made from both loud and quiet, in an utterance of everywhere and anywhere that life can be savoured — the “journalist” in me will do all that she can to avoid interrupting its serene gaze that’s greased gently with a kind of grace known only to those patient enough to taste it.
In short, “Pupcaked” is an experiment in food-making, food-loving and food culture. I hope that you will join me.
I share it here because I think it represents something worth thinking about: if you love creating, you should create. You should work hard at it, block off a little bit of time each day to dive deeply into it, and you should love it. Zoe cooks, photographs and writes.
We get a lot of questions from our readers about how to break into journalism, about the correct steps to take to secure a great internship, about how to become a writer or blogger. Our answer is always the same: do it. To quote Michael in his response to one such question:
So, you say you want to be a writer but there’s nothing available in your area. In that case, make something available to yourself.
There are stories everywhere. There are stories where there are lots of people. There are stories where they are no people. There are great stories about topics other than people.
So start writing them. Choose something that you’re passionate about. If it’s a character who lives down the street, approach him and ask if you can interview and write about him. If he asks why, and what for, say simply, “I like to write.”
Some people will say no but you’ll be surprised by how many people say yes. People are wonderful that way.
And if your passion is for a subject or topic that requires more discrete expertise, say science or medicine or art or local politics, start reading up and then start calling people up (eg, at local colleges, businesses, governmental agencies and what not) and ask questions.
Again, many will ask why and where will this appear and you simply say, “I like to write and its for a personal site I’m creating.”
And then some will say no but others will say yes but give it a couple months and you have yourself body of work. You’ve gotten started.
Summer has just begun and we suspect some free time comes with it. So, we encourage you to take a break from the internship hunt and get cracking on producing and documenting the little hobby you’ve been thinking about. —Jihii
Image: Coffeecake muffins with cinnamon-walnut streusel (via pupcaked)
Color Run.
“The Ride” by Rodolphe Guenoden
(via cyclivist)
Here is the secret news: All people are afraid. No one knows what they’re doing. Everything is getting worse. Your money is worthless. No one is properly dressed. The system is rigged. Your house will never be completely clean. All teachers are incompetent. There are people who really dislike you. Nothing is as good as it seems. Things don’t last. No one is paying attention. Shhhhh.
(Source: maxistentialist, via buchino)
Doors.
Got to indulge in my favorite on-the-road hobby tonight: rummaging through a used bookstore. This is the very boring named Chapel Hill Bookshop in Chapel Hill, NC. Got a copy of Vonnegut’s Galapagos and to hang out with a couple of very calm shop cats.
Saturday ballet recital.
One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important.
(via merlin)
Sunday.What time is it?
IT’S BREAKFAST TIME!!!
(via beefranck)
Their sense of becoming, not just being, is infectious. It’s a truism that teaching keeps a person young. As does sport; there’s a connection. Maybe it’s wish fulfillment. Maybe it’s health-as-compensation.
(Source: themorningnews.org)
