November 2012
4 posts
October 2012
3 posts
Here, have a song for Halloween. Let it blow the...
tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
An Open Letter →
Perfect response to Ann Coulter
June 2012
1 post
Our Robot Future →
Imagine police drones patrolling at treetop level down city streets, their cameras scanning crowds for weapons or suspicious activity. “Newsbots” might follow in their wake, streaming live video of the goings-on. Drones belonging to protest groups hover over both, watching the watchers. In nearby zip codes, drones belonging to real estate agents scope out hot properties. Robots deliver pizzas...
May 2012
1 post
April 2012
5 posts
“When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see...”
– Muriel Barberry (The Elegance of the Hedgehog)
Sentences I like: Stephen King
jdickerson:
“There are lots of would be censors out there, and although they may have different agendas, they all want basically the same thing: for you to see the world they see…or to at least shut up about what you do see that’s different.” Stephen King, On Writing.
March 2012
1 post
“Introversion — along with its cousins sensitivity, seriousness, and shyness — is...”
– Susan Cain in Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, one of 7 great books by TED 2012 speakers (via explore-blog)
February 2012
2 posts
Girl Walk//All Day →
This makes me so happy. Find some time and watch it all!
A Mathematician's Lament →
I’ve been meaning to post this for ages. What if we taught music or art the same way we teach math…
September 2011
2 posts
August 2011
6 posts
When it comes to novels, fantasy is the rule, not... →
Lev Grossman: Respect the SF/F, please.
July 2011
5 posts
June 2011
2 posts
May 2011
1 post
For my friend Frank, who reminded me of a...
April 2011
17 posts
Watch“Saraté” with Eva: Eva has become well-practiced in a martial art she calls Saraté.” Here, she offers a class for your benefit.
Two Poems by Wendell Berry, on Earth Day
The Peace Of Wild Things
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water....
