How will we ever be able to discern the truth about anything?
I understand distrusting corporations trying to sell us products for profit—but that distrust has spilled over into so many levels of our world. It’s almost a pre-requisite to question everyone’s motives and try to undercut what they’re saying. We see spin everywhere. Don’t trust your government. Don’t trust the media. Don’t trust journalists. Don’t trust your neighbors.
In our collective rush to question everything—to show that we’re thinking critically—we’re undermining one of our core values that makes societies work: belief that your tribe is looking out for your best interests and not their own selfish needs.
How depressing and exhausting it must be to live in perpetual cynicism and fear.
"Yesterday, the Republican Party released its official platform, a rundown of stuff they like and don’t like. It’s sort of like a child’s Christmas wish list, except instead of wanting presents, the child wants to build insanely expensive war machines and stop abortion and gay marriage because the child is a theocratic megalomaniac."
“Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.”—Andrew Boyd (via coffeeislovely)
TAMPA (The Borowitz Report)—With the threat of Hurricane Isaac hitting Florida next week, the Republican National Committee took the extraordinary step today of moving their 2012 National Convention to the seventeenth century: http://nyr.kr/RDLdtp
In his final year at the Design Academy of Eindhoven, Tom Loois received a vague assignment: “Design your personal definition of silence.” Loois, whose training is in product design, had no idea what to do. He found himself, as the deadline approached, wandering…
How did I miss this one? The Atlanticpiece on it. Disregard the title, this is interesting as a realized design experiment.
As a fan of hopping in the car and driving somewhere I’ve never been before (quite easy, given the expanses of Maine), I appreciate this.
“And this is why Louis CK’s comedy is dirty: the thoughts, as dark and natural as they may be, are put out of place. The secrets are told on stage in front of others, but it’s through that vocalization that we begin to understand ourselves and our relationship to the world we live in. Shame is diffused through its publication and distribution. Shame is reduced through its sharing. By pointing out the dirt, and realizing that the things themselves aren’t dirty but just out of place, we begin to see that the lines can be redrawn and order rethought. By voicing that shame, it allows one to assess if his or her thoughts or actions are worthy of that judgement, or if it is merely a casualty—dirt created by an ill-fitting standard.”—
Thinking about telling secrets in public and how and why telling secrets in stories have power and resonance, especially right now.
"Thomas Wolfe warned in the title of America’s great novel that ‘You Can’t Go Home Again.’ I enjoyed the book but I never agreed with the title. I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and dragons of home under one’s skin, at the extreme corners of ones eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe.
Home is that youthful region where a child is the only real living inhabitant. Parents, siblings, and neighbors, are mysterious apparitions, who come, go, and do strange unfathomable things in and around the child, the region’s only enfranchised citizen.
I am convinced that most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.
We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.”
“I don’t like this expression ‘First World problems.’ It is false and it is condescending. Yes, Nigerians struggle with floods or infant mortality. But these same Nigerians also deal with mundane and seemingly luxurious hassles. Connectivity issues on your BlackBerry, cost of car repair, how to sync your iPad, what brand of noodles to buy: Third World problems. All the silly stuff of life doesn’t disappear just because you’re black and live in a poorer country. People in the richer nations need a more robust sense of the lives being lived in the darker nations. Here’s a First World problem: the inability to see that others are as fully complex and as keen on technology and pleasure as you are.”—Teju Cole (via semperes)