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2015/03/22 #SundaySentence
The only way to get rid of your burdens is to live your life in such a way that you fulfill your destiny. from A Calendar of Wisdom by Leo Tolstoy. Sentence attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson (source not noted) Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David…
2015/03/15 #SundaySentence
京にても (kyou nitemo)京なつかしや (kyou natsukashi ya)時鳥 (hototogisu) from A Haiku by Matsuo Bashô Translation from Robert HassEven in Kyōto—hearing the cuckoo’s cry—I long for Kyōto Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
2015/03/08 #SundaySentence
There was a wonderful smell in the air of rendered fat and spice and juicy meat, and when the waitress returned with the pitcher of glowing amber beer, which seemed blessedly lit from within, Omar felt curiously happy. It was pleasantly warm in the drowsy grove of trees, the carnivorous men around him all seemed…
Video: HBO’s Talking Funny
I love to see the brains behind the comedy. This is a surprisingly well balanced panel of smart men discussing the business of comedy. Enjoy!
2015/03/01 #SundaySentence
But I’ve never seen the Icarus story as a lesson about the limitations of humans. I see it as a lesson about the limitations of wax as an adhesive. from What if? Serious scientific answers to Absurd Hypothetical Questions by Randall Munroe Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary….
Paul Kirchner on Graffiti
2015/02/22 #SundaySentence
One of her personalities had decided she’d had enough, and had starved one of the others to death. Schizophrenic rivalry. from Grammar Architect by Chris Eaton Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
Video: A little Wendell Berry to start your week
2015/02/15 #SundaySentence
Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo / y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado, / no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia, / busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día. from Love Sonnet XI by Pablo Neruda English translation by Stephen Tapscott: I crave your mouth, your voice, your…