This phrase and variations on it have been flying around for a long time, as people seem to think that it makes them sound like quirky and honest people of rare but simple pleasures.
It doesn’t. It makes you sound a pitiful teenage fuckwit with absolutely nothing interesting to say.
The worst ones are the ones that end with “and maybe fuck” or even worse, an ellipsis and a winky face, to the end of trying to sound like they just don’t give a damn what anyone thinks. Congratulations, you sound no more risqué than you did cute, but you do sound a whole lot more fucking irritating. Now piss off.
but some days
i really don’t have any desires beyond that
Yeah man food and companionship are base desires and on days where I can’t get out of bed it’s all I want but I also understand the tone of the original post being more against the kind of people who would get a shirt made of it or post it every 5 seconds or post a glitter text picture of it on their photoblog
I think it would be really fun to like officially be an expert on something. like 19th century philosophical idealism in Germany. And get to teach people about how awesome it is.
Still, I want to teach high school English……
However, I’m coming to terms with the fact that I am never going to be a good teacher around young people so I might just settle for college philosophy.
Hi! I’ve read Infinite Jest, but it was not easy. I started one summer and finished the next. Fortunately, though, this is more to my fault than to the book’s.
The book itself is actually, on a word-by-word, sentence-by-sentence basis, pretty easy to follow. Some words you have to look up, and there are a ton of endnotes for obscure or made-up drugs. Certain parts are really abstract and confusing, though, and you have to kind of hope you get what’s going on.
People have said you need to really pay close attention to everything, but really, just try to enjoy the stories, the language, the emotions, the raw thoughts. Enjoy that feeling, because more than complex literary traditions, this book is about how sad and funny and complicated and deep human beings are, how strangling their habits, how awesome their love, how important it is to understand humanity. Abstract, yes, but contextualized in narrative form.
I’d say try reading slowly, and enjoying what you read, and accepting that some things are just complicated (unless you want to put the extra effort in). But definitely question things, why things happen, how characters behave, what stories mean, critical reading etc.
Don’t force yourself to read. And by about halfway through you’ll be reading way more rapidly. I read about 400 pages, and then college happened, but once I got to summer vacation I could easily finish it.
Also: try reading his hilarious/depressing short stories and essays first if you find IJ too hard. They kind of ease you in to his way of thinking and writing.
“Listen,” she said. “Have you ever felt sick? I mean nauseous, like you knew you were going to throw up?”
The doctor made a gesture like Well sure.
“But that’s just in your stomach,” Kate Gompert said. “It’s a horrible feeling but it’s just in your stomach. That’s why the term is ‘sick to your stomach’.” She was back to looking intently at her lower carpopedals. “What I told Dr. Garton is OK but imagine if you felt that way all over, inside. All through you. Like every cell and every atom or brain-cell or whatever was so nauseous it wanted to throw up, but it couldn’t, and you felt that way all the time, and you’re sure, you’re positive the feeling will never go away, you’re going to spend the rest of your natural life feeling like this.”
The doctor wrote down something much too brief to correspond directly to what she’d said. He was nodding both while he wrote and when he looked up. “And yet this nauseated feeling has come and gone for you in the past, it’s passed eventually during prior depressions, Katherine, has it not?”
“But when you’re in the feeling you forget. The feeling feels like it’s always been there and will always be there, and you forget.”
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
I guess I had the luck (if you could call it that) of reading Infinite Jest after Wallace’s tragic suicide, because reading passages like this they always stuck out so much more and touched me even deeper. There’s something about how he writes about depression that feels so much more akin to how I have dealt with it, and how intellectual people in this day and age I assume all deal with it, than I had previously ever read. That knowing feeling, the inability to use rationality to change how you feel. It’s scary in a way, to know that someone so aware of how his own depression worked and the irrationality of it could still be taken by it completely, to be helpless in the face of it. Sometimes I still get teary-eyed thinking about him, and how even though I never knew him, I wish so much that he could’ve been one of the luckier people that makes it through. And I wish that somehow he could know how important his work is to people in similar situations, similar mindsets, and even though it might not have saved him, I can undoubtably say his art has saved others.
Infinite Jest is one of the few books that can make me laugh and tear up on the same page
Infinite Jest: An ordered mess of confused emotions and scary Canadians
‘My application’s not bought,’ I am telling them, calling into the darkness of the red cave that opens out before closed eyes. ‘I am not just a boy who plays tennis. I have an intricate history. Experiences and feelings. I’m complex.
‘I read,’ I say. ‘I study and read. I bet I’ve read everything you’ve read. Don’t think I haven’t. I consume libraries. I wear out spines and ROM‐drives. I do things like get in a taxi and say, “The library, and step on it.” My instincts concerning syntax and mechanics are better than your own, I can tell, with due respect.
‘But it transcends the mechanics. I’m not a machine. I feel and believe. I have opinions. Some of them are interesting. I could, if you’d let me, talk and talk. Let’s talk about anything. I believe the influence of Kierkegaard on Camus is underestimated. I believe Dennis Gabor may very well have been the Antichrist. I believe Hobbes is just Rousseau in a dark mirror. I believe, with Hegel, that
transcendence is absorption. I could interface you guys right under the table,’ I say. ‘I’m not just a creãtus, manufactured, conditioned, bred for a function.’
I open my eyes. ‘Please don’t think I don’t care.’
I look out. Directed my way is horror. I rise from the chair. I see jowls sagging, eyebrows high on trembling foreheads, cheeks bright‐white. The chair recedes below me. ‘Sweet mother of Christ,’ the Director says.” —from the opening of Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
the word “deadpanned”
humanity should recognize porn producers more
nobel prize for best porn
One of the great things about Tumblr is that people use it for just about every conceivable kind of expression. People being people, though, that means that Tumblr sometimes gets used for things that are just wrong. We are deeply committed to supporting and defending our users’ freedom of speech, but we do draw some limits. As a company, we’ve decided that some specific kinds of content aren’t welcome on Tumblr. For example, we prohibit spam and identity theft.
Our Content Policy has not, until now, prohibited blogs that actively promote self-harm. These typically take the form of blogs that glorify or promote anorexia, bulimia, and other eating disorders; self-mutilation; or suicide. These are messages and points of view that we strongly oppose, and don’t want to be hosting. The question for us has been whether it’s better to (a) prohibit them, as a statement against the very ideas of self-harm that they are advancing, or (b) permit them to stay up, accompanied by a public service warning that directs readers to helplines run by organizations like the National Eating Disorders Association.
We are planning to post a new, revised Content Policy in the very near future, and we’d like to ask for input from the Tumblr community on this issue.
Here’s what we think the right answer is:
1. Implement a new policy against pro-self-harm blogs. Here’s draft language we are planning to add to our Content Policy:
Active Promotion of Self-Harm. Don’t post content that actively promotes or glorifies self-injury or self-harm. This includes content that urges or encourages readers to cut or mutilate themselves; embrace anorexia, bulimia, or other eating disorders; or commit suicide rather than, e.g., seek counseling or treatment for depression or other disorders. Online dialogue about these acts and conditions is incredibly important; this prohibition is intended to reach only those blogs that cross the line into active promotion or glorification. For example, joking that you need to starve yourself after Thanksgiving or that you wanted to kill yourself after a humiliating date is fine, but recommending techniques for self-starvation or self-mutilation is not.
We aim to begin implementing this policy next week. Of course, we will allow any affected blogs a grace period in which to edit or download your content.
2. Start showing PSAs on search results for related keywords. In addition, we plan to start posting “public service announcement”-style language whenever users search for tags that typically go along with pro-self-harm blogs. For example, when a user searches for tags like “anorexia”, “anorexic”, “bulimia”, “bulimic”, “thinspiration”, “thinspo”, “proana”, “purge”, “purging”, etc., we would show PSA language like:
Eating disorders can cause serious health problems, and at their most severe can even be life-threatening. Please contact the [resource organization] at [helpline number] or [website].
So that’s our plan. We’d like your feedback. If you have any comments or suggestions, please email them to firstname.lastname@example.org.
haha jesus christ i don’t like self-harm and i think it’s unhealthy for people on a site to glorify negative habits and create a community for such things
but this is dumb
For example, joking that you need to starve yourself after Thanksgiving or that you wanted to kill yourself after a humiliating date is fine, but recommending techniques for self-starvation or self-mutilation is not.
whenever i go on tumblr at school i get so worried that as soon as i log on the first picture on my dash will be porn
same (he says, sitting quietly in his psych lecture)
written in 1949 at age 17 (via hateshiploveship)
It seems that we are clams inside our shells
Side by side on rocks we feel the tide as the sea contracts and swells
Pearls grow from the pain inside we often know so well
So languageless, emotionless we must now find some way to tell the ocean not to worry
Ultimately all, predictably, is well
Oh fisherman, it seems you’ve lost your net
Furthermore, it seems you’re sinking, do not waste time with regret
Most of the world is covered in that stuff which constitutes your sweat
With which your body’s, for a long time now, been marginally wet
I would tell you but i’m not so good with words
Language makes a simple feeling seem oh so absurd
Anyway, my songs about contentment so far always end in verbs
Like “drive”, or “run”, or go to sleep, the damage has been done
Life’s not made up of things that must be lost or won
But you can live that way if that’s what you call fun
Oh karma chameleon
Are you in tune to the voice that makes that noise saying your work here is done?
And do you dream at night of thoughts inside you’ll never tell no one
Unless you find some way to mask them in some sarcastic pun?
And oh, misguided secret angel on the run
What was so wrong with taking your wings off, a day of working done
In your dreams of hell, do you have endless chores or are you banished to boredom?
Now you can’t decide if you believe in either one
You can’t decide if you believe in either one
You’ll not know until you’ve tried, and so you can’t decide
You can’t decide if you believe in either one
one of my favorite songs ever