I did not go to this conference. I went to Kentucky instead. so it's nice to have so much second-hand info about the conference floating about out there. I can look at other people's notes and take what I want from them.
this blogpost is not really about any of that academic adventuring, though. I've been thinking about many other things... the story of my life. the future. solitude. light and trees and footprints and trade-offs. Robert Frost.
these street art photos were taken during a sunny walk many weeks ago. it seems longer-ago than it probably really was. today, winter saw fit to revisit us with a whole day of intermittent flurries. it's been a fairly grey week. these pictures from early March don't match.
"The best stories take us inside of storytelling so seamlessly, that when we emerge, the impossible is easier to imagine."
— Disgruntled Haradrim (@pdjeliclark) July 30, 2014
Pro Tip: When you like people, tell them you like them. Some people have a hard time believing other people enjoy them and need to be told.the twitter-thoughts embedded here originate with various strangers. they've hitched themselves interestingly into my thoughts over the past months and months and months, for one reason or another.
— Hank Green (@hankgreen) March 6, 2015
Don’t underestimate the importance of describing “the obvious”. It is meaningful to have the world described in certain, subjective terms.
— PBS Idea Channel (@pbsideachannel) March 24, 2015
“I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.” ― Roland Barthes
— Daily Zen (@dailyzen) July 12, 2014
Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.
— Night Vale podcast (@NightValeRadio) January 6, 2015
your story can be about you, of course. but it probably isn't only about you. your voice and your colors are not the only ones telling it.
the future is mostly a question mark, haunting and deep, but it's not only a question mark. there are a lot of other tracing and tangling lines in it, too.