A Momentary Diversion on the Road to the Grave

A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying Nothing

Me, all the time

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Stanley Kubrick on the set of 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)

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Instant communication is not communication at all but merely a frantic, trivial, nerve-wracking bombardment of cliches, threats, fads, fashions, gibberish and advertising.

Edward Abbey, Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast

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Acoustic Levitation

At the U.S. Department of Energy’s Argonne National Laboratory, scientists have been experimenting with sound waves and pharmaceutical solutions, levitating soluble drops between two speakers facing each other. While their research has produced some visually fascinating results, it has also led to the discovery of a far more effective method for creating amorphous drugs, which happen to be the more desirable of two forms that pharmaceutical drugs can take.Watch Video Here. 

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The truth is you already know what it’s like. You already know the difference between the size and speed of everything that flashes through you and the tiny inadequate bit of it all you can ever let anyone know. As though inside you is this enormous room full of what seems like everything in the whole universe at one time or another and yet the only parts that get out have to somehow squeeze out through one of those tiny keyholes you see under the knob in older doors. As if we are all trying to see each other through these tiny keyholes.

But it does have a knob, the door can open. But not in the way you think…The truth is you’ve already heard this. That this is what it’s like. That it’s what makes room for the universes inside you, all the endless inbent fractals of connection and symphonies of different voices, the infinities you can never show another soul. And you think it makes you a fraud, the tiny fraction anyone else ever sees? Of course you’re a fraud, of course what people see is never you. And of course you know this, and of course you try to manage what part they see if you know it’s only a part. Who wouldn’t? It’s called free will, Sherlock. But at the same time it’s why it feels so good to break down and cry in front of others, or to laugh, or speak in tongues, or chant in Bengali—it’s not English anymore, it’s not getting squeezed through any hole.

So cry all you want, I won’t tell anybody.

David Foster Wallace, Oblivion 

Shelby Sifers and The Sarcastic Dharma Society - Roll To Me (Del Amitri cover)

thesarcasticdharmasociety:

Shelby Sifers and The Sarcastic Dharma Society
“Roll To Me (Del Amitri cover)”

i was going through a bunch of old recordings this week and came across what i believe is referred to as a “gem”. we did this some time in 2008, sitting in a little circle around a field recorder thing in my parents’ living room, and that’s my dad playing mandolin, mom playing violin, with shelby and i each playing a guitar and singing words. wish we had done more like this. i think it’s really special.

-mat

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dazegetbrighter:

what if rocks are actually soft but just tense up when we touch them?

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Apparently Larry David tattoos are a thing

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The Chances with Wolves podcasts get me through the day. Always ripe tunes

bryanschutmaat:

The other night in conversation with Thomas Prior I claimed that there were no good author photos of Cormac McCarthy. He told me that I was wrong and to look at Gilles Peress’s. I stand corrected. Thanks, Thomas.  

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