What if all this is not just something that needs to be squashed but a symptom? I owe it to myself, to myself, and I say it again and again till it means nothing.
Pamuk -
In 1970, when I was eighteen, I—like all Turkish children with an interest in books—took to writing poetry. I was painting and studying architecture but the pleasure I took from both was fading away; by night I would smoke cigarettes and write poetry, which I hid from everyone.
Read the rest that causes such restlessness.
Apna Gabo Marquez -
Like many great writers attending college for a subject they despised, García Márquez found that he had absolutely no interest in his studies, and he became something of a consummate slacker. He began to skip classes and neglect both his studies and himself, electing to wander around Bogotá and ride the streetcars, reading poetry instead of law. He ate in cheap cafés, smoked cigarettes, and associated with all the usual suspects: literate socialists, starving artists, and budding journalists.
Makes me laugh.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
A vampire or a victim, depends on who's around.
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Ah. It's interesting, but it really depends on the individuals who can survive these things - the 'consummate' slacking. I also find the point on pictures pertinent. WTF - pictures are not meant to become 'used up', just seen!
To be 'used up, more like. Also, I think that we put them up for the purpose of being viewed, so essentially, if they make some kind of restriction on others' copying them, no one would be hurt.
Yeah, that was just my mood yesterday and I realized that no amount of thinking, rationalizing, agonizing, wishful thinking etc. would make these exams go away. It's a rip the bandaid kinda thing I suppose. Must be done.
Also I have many thoughts on that going-to-get-chai piece, though this isn't the place for it. : )
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