a matter of infinite hope

A 3L stumbling into adulthood. Delights in hot tea, books of all shapes and sizes, film photography, oil paintings, and the kindness of strangers.

The top image is (c) me, taken in Grand Teton, Wyoming.

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"Above (or beneath) it all, they are little. Eggers writes of his former critical self, "I was a complete, weaselly little prick." He asks: "What kind of small-hearted person wants an artist to adhere to a set of rules, to stay forever within a narrow envelope which we’ve created for them?" He answers, and answers, and answers: "the lazy and small … small and embittered … narrow-hearted … the tiny voices of tiny people."

The actual answer, and his actual fear—the fear that keeps the smarmers tossing on their bullshit-stuffed mattresses on the beds of bullshit they would have us all sleep in—is this: We are exactly the same size as you are. Everybody is.”

Thinking about smarm & sincerity and snark & viciousness and tone policing and engaging in substantive discussions and crying foul and seeing straight and all sorts of other things instead of the work I’m actually supposed to be working on this Sunday afternoon. 

"Do all the other things, the ambitious things — travel, get rich, get famous, innovate, lead, fall in love, make and lose fortunes, swim naked in wild jungle rivers (after first having it tested for monkey poop) – but as you do, to the extent that you can, err in the direction of kindness. Do those things that incline you toward the big questions, and avoid the things that would reduce you and make you trivial. That luminous part of you that exists beyond personality — your soul, if you will — is as bright and shining as any that has ever been. Bright as Shakespeare’s, bright as Gandhi’s, bright as Mother Teresa’s. Clear away everything that keeps you separate from this secret luminous place. Believe it exists, come to know it better, nurture it, share its fruits tirelessly.

And someday, in 80 years, when you’re 100, and I’m 134, and we’re both so kind and loving we’re nearly unbearable, drop me a line, let me know how your life has been. I hope you will say: It has been so wonderful.”

Don’t be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.
George Saunders
This school makes it so hard to talk about failure, but I want you to wear your failures like a badge of honor. Make your vulnerabilities your strength, because it’s impossible to be strong if nothing ever makes you go weak in the knees. It is in the standing up to fight, again and again, where you prove your mammoth, indomitable, shining strength.

thechanelmuse:

The police in Ferguson are spraying tear gas and arresting peaceful protesters and reporters (2 reporters so far). Christina Coleman is an NBC Channel 5 news anchor from St. Louis…Son.

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Arcade Fire,
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yourpervertedneighbor:

Haiti | Arcade Fire

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Arcade Fire,
Neon Bible

liquidnight:

Arcade Fire

"Keep The Car Running"

From Neon Bible

david-geo:

Andrew Wyeth - Distant Thunder, 1961

New York Movie, Edward Hopper

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