Miles Davis - So What (Official Video)
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[Traveler, your footprints]
Traveler, there is no road;
you make your own path as you walk.
Choices
Under Stars
Now while the bed they have left
is still warm, I will think of you, you
who are so far away
you have caused me to look up at the stars.
Again, I
am the found one, intimate, returned
by all I touch on the way.
Ring
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On taking time off
Paul Seabright · The Aestheticising Vice: systematic knowledge
Burning the Old Year
Every day as a wide field, every page
Lifesaving Poems: Naomi Shihab Nye’s ‘The Art of Disappearing’
Donald Knuth - The Patron Saint of Yak Shaves
Accepting design
't imagine what's next? How can we move forward if we can
An appetizer: purpose | Meaningness
Models of Life
gossip steals your sovereignty
One of the cornerstone qualities of a King is that they know where their realm begins and ends. They understand the boundaries of their responsibilities. They understand what is needed of them, how to take care of themselves, their people, their community, their responsibilities. They conserve their energy for what is under their control, so that they can show up fully and intentionally in the areas that they rule over. This necessarily means not getting involved in what is outside of their realm, what is outside the “borders” of their lives, their world, their responsibility.
One of the cornerstone qualities of a King is that they know where their realm begins and ends. They understand the boundaries of their responsibilities. They understand what is needed of them, how to take care of themselves, their people, their community, their responsibilities. They conserve their energy for what is under their control, so that they can show up fully and intentionally in the areas that they rule over. This necessarily means not getting involved in what is outside of their realm, what is outside the “borders” of their lives, their world, their responsibility.
The Secret by Fabîan Perez
The conference of the birds
Cosmicomics - CALVINO Italo
Nautilus Magazine on Instagram: "Trailblazing big-wave surfer @Maya Gabeira has conquered record-breaking waves, feats that display human courage amidst nature’s might. Across the world, Lorenzo Bertelli is a competitive motorsport driver and Head of Corporate Social Responsibility of the #PradaGroup and Executive Director, Patron of the @unoceandecade. As the leader at the helm of sustainability and innovation, he thinks deeply about what it means for humans to coexist in a more intentional way with the natural world. Nautilus brought them both together for a one-of-a-kind conversation about the delicate balance between thrill-seeking and sustainability. Watch the entire discussion at the linkinbio ➡️ @nautilusmag. "The worst thing that can happen for a big wave surfer is you catch the wave of your life and then you're in front of the ride the whole time.""
nibras ꩜ ◡̈ on X: "a beautiful friend passed away last night. in her honour, here’s the last poem she shared with me 12 days ago. she sent it after a conversation we had about how poetry often holds clear pointers for spiritual practice, hidden in plain sight. like her favourite lines here: https://t.co/rcqninZhMr" / X
Wayback Machine: A Neoliberal's Manifesto
Hi, I’m Hari, I read a poem and now I’m pretentious
But, I will say this, it does something, doesn’t it? Poetry. It does something to your brain. Pokes a finger in and wiggles around inside it.
The World Is Too Much With Us
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
Art as a Way of Being
AC: So what are you being paid for?
RR: The confidence that I have in my taste and my ability to express what I feel has proven helpful for artists.
I no longer see “being creative” as something I do when I have a camera in hand, or when I sit down at my computer. Creativity is absolutely found in everyday tasks and how one approaches the world and their place in it. It is absolutely a way of being, as Mr. Rubin’s book explains wonderfully. It seems a very calming and empowering place to be.
One of my primary takeaways from The Creative Act is the importance of being open. Open to new ideas, open to new approaches, open to being wrong. When one is proactively open, as I have been practicing, navigating the world becomes a bit more pleasant. I find myself more respectful of the creative efforts of others, and more a part of their community. I feel a kinship with anyone trying to make something creative, no matter how successful a given output may be. Making something is the essential first step toward making something great.
The Field
Through the half-light of a northern winter morning, through a smudging rain that wets you from the inside out, through air saturated with the sound of the Atlantic swell, never resting, looms a fenceline.
I ask the gate again, in all the languages I know, with all the incantations I have learnt or guessed at, to let me in. But its face remains steady and its eyes fixed on the western horizon.
The slow bleaching of a way of life progressed so gradually that you could almost not perceive its advance. Then one morning I noticed that my fingers and cheeks had become deathly white. I had to leave. I brought my fine tup and his companions off the field that I had prepared for him, and took him to a good home. And a shiny new metal gate down by the beautiful shore would never open for me again.
Riverwitch – stories of time and place
On the lessons came, thick and fast throughout that spring and summer, dealing one blow after another. They didn’t all come from animals. I began to get anonymous hate mail – emails and comments on my blog – from someone in America who had discovered that I’d once worked for a tobacco company and imagined that it was some big secret and that they were going to ‘out’ me. It had never been a big secret – why would it be? – and I’d talked about it publicly on a number of occasions. But that didn’t prevent the intensity of the unpleasantness, the curious sense of violation added to the isolation I was feeling and the death and dying all around me, from almost toppling me.
From the Epic of Gilgamesh
5 things to change to be less of a quitter
Work on these things - Marginal REVOLUTION
Markets To Build In (2019)