Death seems the only desirable sequel for a career like this…
Asides
Corruption and short-termism are pushing us along the path of sorrows. Via Dolorosa.
If the ‘hardest-worked river in the world’ can recover to this extent, almost anything is possible. Where Hope Flows.
The dictate that one ‘not speak ill of the dead’ is (at best) appropriate for private individuals, not influential public figures. Margaret Thatcher and misapplied death etiquette.
Here’s one of the big ideas we need to fight the power of the elite. The Spark of Hope.
The line that separates the public from the private sphere is arbitrary, but fiercely policed. Line of Battle.
I want to be a curator of myself, an anti-preneur, a person. The anti-preneur manifesto.
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A Stove Boat (Herman Melville, 'Moby Dick')
2010-10-28
It needs scarcely to be told, with what feelings, on the eve of a Nantucket voyage, I regarded those marble tablets, and by the murky light of that darkened, doleful day read the fate of the whalemen who had gone before me…
Reflex (Jonathan Franzen, 'The Corrections')
2010-10-24
There he’d been, in extremely cold salty water, his lungs half-full and his heavy legs cramping and his shoulder useless in its socket, and all he would have had to do was nothing…
There was once a villager who was very poor, so poor that he did not have enough money to pay for his daughter’s wedding and had nothing to borrow against…
Humans achieve their peak in different ways…
They flock together like ants, hurry east and west, run north and south…
Data from the FBI and state law enforcement agencies clearly show that after any well-publicized suicide, the number of fatalities from plane and car crashes rise…
Lösung (J.M. Coetzee, 'Disgrace')
2008-03-23
Sunday has come again. He and Bev Shaw are engaged in one of their sessions of Lösung.
Most of the laugh tracks on television were recorded in the early 1950s…
The Buddha sought salvation in the extinction of the self; but if there is no self, what is there to be saved?...
What actually happens when you die is that your brain stops working and your body rots, like Rabbit did when he died and we buried him in the earth at the bottom of the garden…
To calm this girl down, to get her to listen, I tell her the story about my fish…