January 2012
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Jan 30th
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92y: In response to a question last night at 92Y, Walter Isaacson said Mark Zuckerberg is the next Steve Jobs. Do you agree? If not, who do you think is the next Steve jobs?
Jan 25th
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Patricia Cohen's "In Our Prime: The Invention of... →
Jan 25th
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Jan 23rd
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Jan 23rd
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Jan 22nd
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“There is a deep savage joy in destruction, a joy beyond ego enhancement. Maybe...”
– Karl Marlantes What It Is Like to Go to War (via John A. Bailo)
Jan 22nd
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Jan 22nd
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Jan 22nd
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Jan 22nd
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“He actually believed that if you had a fruitarian diet you would not have body odor so you didn’t have to bathe or use deodorant. This theory was incorrect.” Walter Isaacson discusses Steve Jobs at the Aspen Institute.
Jan 22nd
Jan 17th
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runnersfour: Toure: There’s no one way to be Black. I love this video for the simple fact that it articulates the truth that we as Black Americans are very complex multidimensional people and that we owe it to ourselves to define our individual existences in whatever ways we see fit. There is no “expectation” (Post-Blackness) Also, here is Toure’s book on the matter…
Jan 17th
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Jan 15th
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Jan 15th
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Jan 6th
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sofaloveseat: “The wave breaks And I’m carried into it. This is hell, I know, Yet my father laughs, Chest-deep, proving I’m wrong. We’re safely rooted, Rocked on his toes. Nothing irked him more Than asking, “What is there Beyond death?” His theory once was That love greets you,  And the loveless  Don’t know what to say.” —Mark Jarman, “Descriptions of Heaven and Hell” I just read this aloud...
Jan 4th
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“For most of my life, I’ve felt that there must be more to our existence than...”
–  Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson  (via uber-alles) Great passage.
Jan 4th
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Jan 4th
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Unholy Sonnet
by Mark Jarman Breath like a house fly batters the shut mouth. The dream begins, turns over, and goes flat. The virus cleans the attic and heads south. Somebody asks, “What did you mean by that?” But nobody says, “Nothing,” in response. The body turns a last cell into cancer. The ghost abandons all of his old haunts. Silence becomes the question and the answer. ...
Jan 1st
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