Posts tagged reading.
…I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires…
Anonymous asked: Any good articles you've read recently?
The economics on Maria Popova’s highly successful Brainpickings site: http://blogs.reuters.com/felix-salmon/2013/02/13/blogonomics-maria-popova-edition/
Why book recommendation engines fall short: http://www.newrepublic.com/article/112382/bookish-launches-book-recommendation-engines-have-no-imagination#
Why Tarantino is better at portraying slavery than Spielberg is: http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/why-tarantino-is-better-than-spielberg-at-portraying-slavery/2013/02/14/ec6e71e8-6efc-11e2-aa58-243de81040ba_story.html
Black characters are still too good, too bad, or too invisible: http://www.nytimes.com/2013/02/17/movies/awardsseason/black-characters-are-still-too-good-too-bad-or-invisible.html?hpw
Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times?” Mo had said…”As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.
…it’s clear that Luke Skywalker was the original Gen Xer. For one thing, he was incessantly whiny. For another, he was exhaustively educated—via Yoda—about things that had little practical value (i.e., how to stand on one’s head while lifting a rock telekinectically). Essentially, Luke went to the University of Dagobah with a major in Buddhist philosophy and a minor in phsyical education. There’s not a lot of career opportunities for that kind of schooling; that’s probably why he dropped out in the middle of the semester.
Some of New York’s best-informed men are elevator operators, who rarely talk but always listen—like doormen. Sardi’s doorman listens to the comments made by Broadway’s first-nighters walking by after the last act. He listens closely. He listens carefully. Within ten minutes of the curtain’s fall he can tell you which shows will flop and which will be hits.
I tend to consider myself an amateur Real World scholar. I say “amateur” because I’ve done no actual university study on this subject, but I still say “scholar” because I’ve stopped watching the show as entertainment. At this point, I only watch it in hopes of unlocking the questions that have haunted man since the dawn of civilization. I’ve seen every episode of every season, and I’ve seen them all a minimum of three times. This, of course, is the key to appreciating The Real World (and the rest of MTV’s programming): repetition. To really get it, you have to watch MTV so much that you know things you never tried to remember. You can’t try to deduce the day-to-day habits of Jon Brennan (he was the cowboy dude) from RW 2: Los Angeles. That would be ridiculous. You can’t consciously try to figure out what he likes and what he hates and how he lives; these are things you have to know without trying. You just have to “know” he constantly drinks cherry Kool-Aid. But you can’t try to learn that, because that would make you a weirdo. This kind of knowledge is like a vivid dream you suddenly pull out of the cosmic ether, eight hours after waking up. If someone asks you when Montana from RW 6: Boston exposed her breasts, you just sort of vaguely recall it was on a boat; if someone asks you who the effeminate black guy from Seattle slapped in the face, you inexplicably know it was the chick with Lyme disease. Yet these are not bits of information you actively acquired; these are things picked up the same way you sussed out how to get around on the subway. or the way you figured out how to properly mix Bloody Marys. One day, you just suddenly realize it’s something you know. And—somehow—there’s a cold logic to it. It’s an extension of your own life, even though you never tried to make it that way.
— Chuck Klosterman, Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs
This is me, with fandom.