A world made up of atomized, physically isolated people is a world without a true shared reality
Source: The Forgotten Joy of Hanging Out in ‘Third Places’ - The Atlantic 💬
Currently reading: Sea of Tranquility: A novel by Emily St. John Mandel 📚
Finished reading: Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals by Oliver Burkeman 📚
Less, how to manage your tasks, more:
To remember how little you matter, on a cosmic timescale, can feel like putting down a heavy burden that most of us didn’t realize we were carrying in the first place.
I dug it.
Literally fluffy giants. Can’t pet them though. Please fix that.
Source: Bears - Earth Reviews 💬
Liked: Marine Biodiversity by Zoe Keller via Dense Discovery.
Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong.
Source: Tom Kerwin quoting Neil Gaiman 💬
Liked: Plain Text Sports.
Liked: Mobile Phone Museum, lots of classics in here.
Awesome van via F5: Bimma Williams Talks About the Best Chair, the Barbershop + More.
Want to read: Meet Me by the Fountain: An Inside History of the Mall by Alexandra Lange 📚
Liked: Rectangles. Each rectangle represents 10 minutes of your day.
Read: There’s No Cool Like 1990s Cool. A nostalgia bomb.
Finished reading: The Kaiju Preservation Society by John Scalzi. A pop song of a novel, very fun. 📚.
Things I learned, the world has already “ended” at least five times.
Currently reading: Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals by Oliver Burkeman 📚
Things I liked this week: visitor centers, typical days, author notes, candid camera, and more.
Things I liked this week: Paper dungeons, ghost homes, life tests, and more
Things I liked this week synthetic paper, odd news, focus beats, walking, and more (1/22/21)
Things I liked this week evergreen notes, menacing Rube Goldberg devices, room tone, and more (jan.15.2021)
Newsletters “or, an enormous rant about writing on the web that doesn’t really go anywhere and that’s okay with me.”
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The loss of creative people is complex. If we have nothing to do with a creator in person, then our grief is often more to do with the loss of potential future output—the books unwritten and songs unsung. But we are not our work. It is a part of us, but not the whole of us. Certainly no substitute for the love we give—or are unable to give—to our children. No shortcut to understanding our innermost selves, or what we meant to the people who loved us.