FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE

Frank Budgen, via Geoff Manaugh on “The City That Remembers Everything,” a rhyme to Borges’ 1:1 map. One important personality that emerges out of the contacts of many people is that of the city of Dublin. “I want,” said Joyce, as we were walking down the Universitätsträsse, “to give a picutre of Dublin so complete thatContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE”

FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY

From Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities, a reminder via Jason Kottke: “The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first isContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY”

FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT

Adam Phillips in the Paris Review via Austin Kleon (emphasis his). “[I]f you live in a culture which is fascinated by the myth of the artist, and the idea that the vocational artistic life is one of the best lives available, then there’s always going to be a temptation for people who are suffering to believe thatContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT”

FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE

From Henry Farrell‘s “Philip K. Dick and the Fake Humans.” Standard utopias and standard dystopias are each perfect after their own particular fashion. We live somewhere queasier—a world in which technology is developing in ways that make it increasingly hard to distinguish human beings from artificial things. The world that the Internet and social mediaContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE”

FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR

From Eugene Lim’s Dear Cyborgs. “Childhood was hell but also paradise. In retrospect it was safe because we survived it. And so in it we were not yet destroyed or scarred or proven failures or dumb or worn-out or brokenhearted. And furthermore, the warmth of brotherhood never as cozy and pure as when the enemy surrounds…”Continue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR”

FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE

From Jason Mark’s Satellites in the High Country:  “When I think about wildness as a civic good, Thoreau’s famous dictum—”in wildness is the preservation of the world”—takes on yet another layer of meaning. Perhaps it was not written by Thoreau the naturalist or Thoreau the poet. Perhaps instead it was written by Thoreau the tax-resister,Continue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE”