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Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Evening:
an overdose on strawberry rhubarb jam and bread (which isn't necessarily the worst drug to OD on),
long chats over ginger and fiji tea,
followed by a long train ride to Park Slope
an endeavor into cooking with achiote
and a 2-hour-long wait for the rice to be ready.
filled in between with sea salt chocolate,
lemon echinacea,
lime flavored tortilla chips,
and bad salsa out of a jar.
while listening to old gospel songs and learning how to lindy hop for the 87th time in my life.
this time it will stick.
finally, radio jarocho at barbes.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Labels:
articles
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Repost from Matt Mullenweg:
- Understand what people need.
- Address the whole experience, from start to finish.
- Make it simple and intuitive.
- Build the service using agile and iterative practices.
- Structure budgets and contracts to support delivery.
- Assign one leader and hold that person accountable.
- Bring in experienced teams.
- Choose a modern technology stack.
- Deploy in a flexible hosting environment.
- Automate testing and deployments.
- Manage security and privacy through reusable processes.
- Use data to drive decisions.
- Default to open.
That sounds like a list anyone creating something online should follow. Would you guess it’s actually from the US government Digital Services Playbook?
Labels:
inspiration,
work
Entonces te das cuenta, que no es quién te mueve el piso, sino quien te centra. No es quién te roba el corazón, sino quien te hace sentir que lo tienes.
E.G.H.
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quotes
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go. Three years ago I was giving a workshop in the Rockies. A student came in bearing a quote from what she said was the pre-Socratic philosopher Meno. It read, “How will you go about finding that thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you?” I copied it down, and it has stayed with me since. The student made big transparent photographs of swimmers underwater and hung them from the ceiling with the light shining through them, so that to walk among them was to have the shadows of swimmers travel across your body in a space that itself came to seem aquatic and mysterious. The question she carried struck me as the basic tactical question in life. The things we want are transformative, and we don’t know or only think we know what is on the other side of that transformation. Love, wisdom, grace, inspiration – how do you go about finding these things that are in some ways about extending the boundaries of the self into unknown territory, about becoming someone else?
Rebecca Solnit
(On how getting lost can help us find ourselves)
Rebecca Solnit
(On how getting lost can help us find ourselves)
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quotes
Saturday, August 9, 2014
In lieu of buying dinner, I bought a book of poetry.
And then ate an enormous helping of leftover chocolate birthday cake for dinner.
All in all, I think I make good investments and choices in life.
Labels:
daily
Thursday, August 7, 2014
last night:
"I would rather be poor in New York City than rich anywhere else"
- crazy birthday party held at a Taiwanese pork chop restaurant after closing. ate the.entire.bowl. of pork chop over rice. oh, and noodles. oh, and tea boiled eggs. oh yeah, Maker's Mark too. ginger ale. electronic dance music. dancing. cake. you know, in the middle of deserted Chinatown. cops came in. no big deal.
- jalapeno cucumber drinks. what?
- the weather oh my god the weather. summer please never end.
- watching my boss try to dance
- subway lights flickering at 2am. I'm pretty sure we were in an upcoming scene for The Walking Dead or some other related apocalyptic show
- they asked me what i wanted, and i said i don't drink coffee, and he said, just let me make you my specialty. so there it was, a damn good cup of coffee at Hugh Jackman's coffee shop
"I would rather be poor in New York City than rich anywhere else"
- crazy birthday party held at a Taiwanese pork chop restaurant after closing. ate the.entire.bowl. of pork chop over rice. oh, and noodles. oh, and tea boiled eggs. oh yeah, Maker's Mark too. ginger ale. electronic dance music. dancing. cake. you know, in the middle of deserted Chinatown. cops came in. no big deal.
- jalapeno cucumber drinks. what?
- the weather oh my god the weather. summer please never end.
- watching my boss try to dance
- subway lights flickering at 2am. I'm pretty sure we were in an upcoming scene for The Walking Dead or some other related apocalyptic show
- they asked me what i wanted, and i said i don't drink coffee, and he said, just let me make you my specialty. so there it was, a damn good cup of coffee at Hugh Jackman's coffee shop
Sunday, August 3, 2014
late night kerouac:
We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.
The world you see is just a movie in your mind.
Rocks dont see it.
Bless and sit down.
Forgive and forget.
Practice kindness all day to everybody
and you will realize you're already
in heaven now.
That's the story.
That's the message.
Nobody understands it,
nobody listens, they're
all running around like chickens with heads cut
off. I will try to teach it but it will
be in vain, s'why I'll
end up in a shack
praying and being
cool and singing
by my woodstove
making pancakes.
We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.
The world you see is just a movie in your mind.
Rocks dont see it.
Bless and sit down.
Forgive and forget.
Practice kindness all day to everybody
and you will realize you're already
in heaven now.
That's the story.
That's the message.
Nobody understands it,
nobody listens, they're
all running around like chickens with heads cut
off. I will try to teach it but it will
be in vain, s'why I'll
end up in a shack
praying and being
cool and singing
by my woodstove
making pancakes.
Labels:
inspiration,
poetry,
prose
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