December 2011
34 posts
“Which of us, walking through the twilight or retracing some day in our past, has...”
– Jorge Luis Borges, Paradiso
Dec 31st
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Dec 31st
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Dec 31st
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“A beautiful ass is a joy forever.”
– Art Garfunkel, Esquire, January 2012
Dec 28th
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Dec 28th
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Dec 25th
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“We have lived our lives by the assumption that what was good for us would be...”
– Wendell Berry
Dec 24th
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Dec 24th
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Dec 23rd
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hoping for gimel, landing on shin
as the day  finally ended  its miserable life,  i saw a star,  possibly a satellite  (i’m no astronomer),  flicker  and burn  against the velvet  backdrop sky,  reminding me  there is  no sunset,  only a spinning  dreidel  flying around  a giant fart;  there is  no patience,  just silence -  the saddest form of communication.  and in that lonely,  lonely moment  of reticence,  i realized  we...
Dec 21st
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Dec 19th
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“It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work...”
– Wendell Berry
Dec 19th
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Dec 18th
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Dec 18th
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Dec 18th
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Dec 18th
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“According to the Buddha’s teaching, it is as wrong to hold the opinion...”
– What the Buddha Taught by Walpola Rahula
Dec 17th
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Dec 13th
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Dec 13th
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“But I like the inconveniences.” “We don’t,” said the...”
– Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Dec 13th
Dec 13th
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A throwaway lesson
Life is struggle, not against evil or indifference, But a struggle to accept (something  more difficult that simply knowing) that it does not make sense, that it is rarely  Fair, And to still find it Worthwhile.
Dec 12th
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Dec 12th
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“The path of least resistance makes all rivers, and some men, crooked.”
– Napoleon Hill
Dec 11th
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Dec 11th
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Poema 20
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: “La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.” El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso. En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos. La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo...
Dec 10th
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Dec 9th
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ListenJoanna Newsom - On a Good Day
Dec 8th
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Dec 7th
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Dec 6th
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“In order to rise From its own ashes A phoenix First Must Burn.”
– Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler
Dec 4th
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Dec 4th
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Dec 4th
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“The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure much.”
– William Hazlitt
Dec 4th