a glimpse into cryptic thought of the reticence
I have a friend who controls her own image online with an iron fist; she hates encountering pictures of herself taken without consent. She often scrolls through Instagram and Facebook untagging every candid image, like a burglar wiping off fingerprints. I used to think this was a bizarre eccentricity, but after living in the world of selfies for a while, I understand it.
People in your own time might not see it that way. They will call you narcissistic for giving birth to hundreds, maybe thousands, of fractured little selves. They will wonder why you need so much confirmation, so much attention, so much visibility. They will experience your face as an assault. Pay them no mind. Your selfie has already ventured off to the future, where all of us are dead.
We like socio-technical systems of reputation because they empower us in so many ways. People can achieve a level of fame and notoriety much more easily on the Internet.
There’s a guy in this coffee shop sitting at a table, not on his phone, not on a laptop, just drinking coffee, like a psychopath.
When you get answers that don’t fit together, it can make you feel like you’re not very good at thinking. Or, if you’re the kind of person who feels like you’re good at thinking, it can make you think that the space doctor’s numbers must be wrong. But a lot of the time it’s not you or the numbers—instead, it’s the picture that’s wrong in some small way.
It’s only once you’ve stopped that you realize how hard it is to start again, so you force yourself not to want it.
Every day it gets a little easier. But you have to do it every day. That’s the hard part. But it does get easier.
I believe this is important because people like stability and assurance with what they are downloading. By adding consistency to a reasonable file-size, we have filled a spot in the community, which seemingly has a lot of demand.
I’m an insomniac. You’d be surprised what I get into late at night.
Always make sure you’ve got time for somebody’s heart. That’s the key to life.
When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’
I haven’t ever really found a place that I call home. I never stick around quite long enough to make it.
I used to think about one day, just not telling anyone, and going off to some random place. And I’d just disappear. And they’d never see me again.
When you’ve given everything, what do you have left?
Our record for sitting in a room together and not speaking to each other is six-and-a half hours. He said it was a magical evening.
Jan: How would a movie increase productivity, Michael? How on earth would it do that?
Michael: People work faster after.
Michael: No, they have to make up for the time they lost watching the movie.
Well, the funny thing about being smart is that you can get through most of life without ever having to do any work.
11 Oct 2015 | weeds
I like Tom. He doesn’t do a lot of work around here. He shows zero initiative. He’s not a team player. He’s never one to go that extra mile. Tom is exactly what I’m looking for in a government employee.
I’m always willing to go the extra mile to avoid doing something.
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is lost.
A man becomes a critic when he cannot be an artist, the same way that a man becomes an informer when he cannot be a soldier.
The endgame, in terms of academics, should not be a grade. It should be understanding.
But there will always be a small piece of me that finds fault with my aversion to ambition—a little voice that tells me I am wasting what I have been given, that what I am is not enough.
It’s hard to believe that the fear of offending can be stronger than the fear of pain, but you know what? It is.