- Why really smart people have a tough time dating | Ali Binazir
What the title says.
- Smart Tip: Peel an Entire Head of Garlic in 10 Seconds | THe Kitchn
Think of all the time we could’ve saved if we had known this before!
- Marxists in Singapore? | Critical Asian Studies (Vol. 42, Issue 3)
Your excuse for an education is even more incomplete if you have not read this article.
- I’m Comic Sans, Asshole | McSweeney’s Internet Tendency
“You think I’m stupid. You think I’m immature. You think I’m a malformed, pathetic excuse for a font. Well think again, nerdhole, because I’m Comic Sans, and I’m the best thing to happen to typography since Johannes fucking Gutenberg”.
- Her name was Jane | Nature
A short story by Joses Ho.
Elyot: (seriously) You mustn’t be serious, my dear one; it’s just what they want.
Amanda: Who’s they?
Elyot: All the futile moralists who try to make life unbearable. Laugh at them. Be flippant. Laugh at everything, all their sacred shibboleths. Flippancy brings out the acid in their damned sweetness and light.
Amanda: If I laugh at everything, I must laugh at us too.
Elyot: Certainly you must. We’re figures of fun all right.
— Noel Coward, Private Lives.
Also relevant:
…we have to…be able to laugh at ourselves – because if we can’t laugh at ourselves when you (sic) are standing on a pedestal (sic), somebody is going to knock you (sic) down.
— Lee Hsien Loong, Prime Minister’s National Day Rally Speech 2006.
Was just reminded of the poem below when I received an e-mail blast from The Arts House regarding a reading of Czeslaw Milosz’s poetry.
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Christopher Robin
By Czeslaw Milosz
I must think suddenly of matters too difficult for a bear of little brain. I have never asked myself what lies beyond the place where we live, I and Rabbit, Piglet and Eeyore, with our friend Christopher Robin. That is, we continued to live here, and nothing changed, and I just ate my little something. Only Christopher Robin left for a moment.
Owl says that immediately beyond our garden Time begins, and that it is an awfully deep well. If you fall in it, you go down and down, very quickly, and no one knows what happens to you next. I was a bit worried about Christopher Robin falling in, but he came back and then I asked him about the well. “Old bear,” he answered. “I was in it and I was falling and I was changing as I fell. My legs became long, I was a big person, I grew old, hunched, and I walked with a cane, and then I died. It was probably just a dream, it was quite unreal. The only real thing was you, old bear, and our shared fun. Now I won’t go anywhere, even if I’m called in for an afternoon snack.”