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This Guy

Sunday, November 19th, 2017

As we say our goodbyes, Mary the dog trots off down the corridor to pay some visits and Silverman asks if we can hug. I mention that she seems happy, glowing, in fact. Why?

“This is going to sound obnoxious,” she replies, “but Mom always said be your own best friend, and I really, really mastered that. There is no one I’d rather hang out with,” she points at herself, “than this guy.”

Sophie Heawood

Let’s See

Friday, August 18th, 2017

A farmer and his son had a beloved stallion who helped the family earn a living. One day, the horse ran away and their neighbours exclaimed, “Your horse ran away, what terrible luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”
A few days later, the horse returned home, leading a few wild mares back to the farm as well. The neighbours shouted out, “Your horse has returned, and brought several horses home with him. What great luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”
Later that week, the farmer’s son was trying to break one of the mares and she threw him to the ground, breaking his leg. The villagers cried, “Your son broke his leg, what terrible luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”
A few weeks later, soldiers from the national army marched through town, recruiting all the able-bodied boys for the army. They did not take the farmer’s son, still recovering from his injury. Friends shouted, “Your boy is spared, what tremendous luck!” To which the farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”

Pollutionism

Wednesday, May 24th, 2017

Nearly 9,500 people die each year in London because of air pollution.

The Guardian

How many people are killed by terrorist attacks in the UK?

The Telegraph

Do Your Thing

Sunday, May 21st, 2017

Do your thing
Be fancy-free to call the tune you sing

Don’t give up
That’s not the way to win a loving cup

Do your best
And opportunity will do the rest

Don’t give in
Capitulation is the greatest sin

Do what’s right
What’s right for you to do with all your might

Don’t regret
What might have been you might as well forget

Stand your ground
And while you’re standing there be duty-bound

Learn to wait
And while you’re waiting learn to concentrate

Make amends
All enemies I call potential friends

Calm your fears
And hope to cope at least a hundred years

Make your mark
If need be even make it in the dark

Mum’s the word
My sage advice pretend you haven’t heard

Moondog

No Idea

Wednesday, May 17th, 2017

I have no ideas about what the paintings imply about the world. I don’t think that’s a painter’s business. He just paints paintings without a conscious reason.

Jasper Johns

Humble

Monday, May 1st, 2017

Leonard Cohen used to gather the members of his band and road crew together 30 minutes before showtime, and encourage a group recitation of a very humble Latin verse, “Pauper sum ego, nihil habeo,” which means, “I am poor, I have nothing.”

Fraser McAlpine

Idle

Saturday, February 4th, 2017

That man is idle who can do something better.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Parade

Saturday, December 3rd, 2016

A few days after winning the electoral college, the president-elect settled a class action against him, wherein 7,000 people sued him for fraud. These 7,000 individuals had paid up to $35,000 to learn at Trump University and, according to all of the 7,000 people, none came away with any tangible knowledge or benefit. After winning the election, the president-elect paid $25m to settle their claim. It has been reported that most of the plaintiffs will receive about half of what they lost.

We are in a time of extraordinary relativism, when the incoming president was sued for fraud by 7,000 different people and this was not seen as a disqualifying fact. The president-elect was accused of defrauding thousands of their life savings, and now, across from the White House, we’re building a structure wherein he can watch a parade in his honour.

Dave Eggers

Miracle

Tuesday, January 5th, 2016

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

Albert Einstein

Cleve Backster

Sunday, August 9th, 2015

[…] this was all a prelude to Backster’s real life’s work, which began in the early morning hours of Feb. 2, 1966. Backster had been up all night in his office on West 46th Street and had just poured himself a cup of coffee when he noticed a houseplant, a Dracaena fragrans his secretary bought to brighten the office. On a lark, Backster, who had a playful streak that belied his military background (he studied astrology, dabbled with LSD and supposedly spent a summer as a stunt diver in a circus), decided to hook the plant up to his lie-detection machine.

In human subjects, a polygraph measures three things: pulse, respiration rate and galvanic skin response, otherwise known as perspiration. If you’re worried about being caught in a lie, your levels will spike or dip. Backster wanted to induce a similar anxiety in the plant, so he decided to set one of its leaves on fire. But before he could even get a match, the polygraph registered an intense reaction on the part of the Dracaena. To Backster, the implication was as indisputable as it was unbelievable. Not only had the plant demonstrated fear — it had also read his mind.

Josh Eells