tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21419975294618434112024-03-05T08:46:15.568-08:00persona non grataFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-71687523415072342492014-06-02T11:40:00.001-07:002014-06-02T11:40:47.189-07:00"Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?"<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">"When you're young, you always feel that life hasn't yet begun—that "life" is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays—whenever. But then suddenly you're old and the scheduled life didn't arrive. You find yourself asking, 'Well then, exactly what was it I was having—that interlude—the scrambly madness—all that time I had befo</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">re?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Title-Chuck Palahniuk</span></span>Furyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-12233812507514362932012-09-20T14:13:00.002-07:002012-09-20T14:13:58.752-07:00Oy veyWe tell ourselves stories. We weave together different plot lines, wondering if the outcome of the story might be different were we to have done or said something other than what we had done or said, all the while knowing that the various alternative outcomes are just more stories - fictions meant to distract us from what's actually happening. And so we pause from weaving and commence breathing, gently and non-judgmentally saying hello to what is...
Oy vey.
-Chuck LorreFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-17077434136525194512011-11-14T10:50:00.000-08:002011-11-14T10:52:16.642-08:00Dream DeferredWhat happens to a dream deferred?<br /><br /> Does it dry up<br /> like a raisin in the sun?<br /> Or fester like a sore—<br /> And then run?<br /> Does it stink like rotten meat?<br /> Or crust and sugar over—<br /> like a syrupy sweet?<br /><br /> Maybe it just sags<br /> like a heavy load.<br /><br /> Or does it explode?<br /><br /><br /><br />--Langston HughesFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-48561098795388791382011-09-11T05:08:00.000-07:002011-09-11T05:12:02.124-07:00"You have been my friend,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.""I'd lost my closest friends in the same week, and with them I'd lost the mark on the psychic map that says You are here. Personality and personal identity are in some ways like co-ordinates on the street map drawn by our intersecting relationships. We know who we are and we define what we are by references to the people we love and reasons for loving them."<br /><br />--ShantaramFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-25206500694195451732011-06-05T06:55:00.000-07:002011-06-05T07:00:11.239-07:00"But insight doesn't necessarily produce self-control. Sometimes you just see your destructiveness more clearly""And when the event, the big change in your life, is simply an insight--isn't that a strange thing? That absolutely nothing changes except that you see things differently and you're less fearful and less anxious and generally stronger as a result: isn't it amazing that a completely invisible thing in your head can feel realer than anything you've experienced before? You see things more clearly and you KNOW that you're seeing them more clearly. And it comes to you that this is what it means to love life, this is all anybody who talks seriously about God is ever talking about. Moments like this".<br /><br />--Jonathan Franzen<br />--The CorrectionsFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-41288664432294132302011-06-05T06:29:00.000-07:002011-06-05T06:33:49.687-07:00I said no when I should have said yes"How wrong to have been so negative, how wrong to have been so gloomy, how wrong to have run away from life, how wrong to have said no, again and again, instead of yes." <br /><br />---Jonathan FranzenFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-14793187505142302562011-05-08T22:11:00.001-07:002011-05-08T22:11:45.591-07:00..."The hurrier I go, the behinder I get."Furyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-25287954592570449602011-03-18T07:11:00.000-07:002011-03-18T07:12:12.197-07:00Show an affirming flame"Are not lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it."<br /><br /><br />— C.S. LewisFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-51911785574595748772011-01-29T06:53:00.000-08:002011-01-29T07:00:27.849-08:00I am that I amThis was our first,remote contact with the Plan.I could easily be somewhere else now if I hadn't been in Belbo's office that day.I could be- who knows?-selling sesame seeds in Samarkand,or editing a series if books in Braille,or heading the First Nantional Bank of Franz Josef Land<br />Counterfactual conditionals are always true,because the premise is false.But I was there that day,so now I am where I am.<br /><br /><br />--Umberto EcoFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-21025863470094789752010-12-30T17:13:00.000-08:002010-12-30T17:15:40.321-08:00"Sometimes," she decided to say, "wonderful things happen to me, too.""Thermodynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing. <br />And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle. <br /><br />But...if me, my birth, if that's a thermodynamic miracle... I mean, you could say that about anybody in the world!. <br /><br />Yes. Anybody in the world. ..But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget... I forget. We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from the another's vantage point. As if new, it may still take our breath away. Come...dry your eyes. For you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly. Dry your eyes... and let's go home." <br /><br />— Alan Moore<br /><br />--WatchmenFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-78559137199893769562010-11-19T02:47:00.000-08:002010-11-19T02:49:31.688-08:00Nothing’s the way it used to be“Memory is dynamic, it’s alive. If some details are missing, memory fills in the holes with things that never happened.”<br /><br /><br />--Waltz with Bashir<br />--2008Furyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-27681019215362536422010-11-11T07:40:00.000-08:002010-11-11T07:42:58.213-08:00Extraordinary Nature of Everyday Life"I have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. In my head, I was always one step away. In high school, I was biding my time until I could become the college version of myself, the one my mind could see so clearly. In college, the post-college “adult” person was always looming in front of me, smarter, stronger, more organized. Then the married person, then the person I’d become when we have kids. For twenty years, literally, I have waited to become the thin version of myself, because that’s when life will really begin. <br />And through all that waiting, here I am. My life is passing, day by day, and I am waiting for it to start. I am waiting for that time, that person, that event when my life will finally begin. <br />I love movies about “The Big Moment” – the game or the performance or the wedding day or the record deal, the stories that split time with that key event, and everything is reframed, before it and after it, because it has changed everything. I have always wanted this movie-worthy event, something that will change everything and grab me out of this waiting game into the whirlwind in front of me. I cry and cry at these movies, because I am still waiting for my own big moment. I had visions of life as an adventure, a thing to be celebrated and experienced, but all I was doing was going to work and coming home, and that wasn’t what it looked like in the movies. <br />John Lennon once said, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” For me, life is what was happening while I was busy waiting for my big moment. I was ready for it and believed that the rest of my life would fade into the background, and that my big moment would carry me through life like a lifeboat. <br />The Big Moment, unfortunately, is an urban myth. Some people have them, in a sense, when they win the Heisman or become the next American Idol. But even that football player or that singer is living a life made up of more than that one moment. Life is a collection of a million, billion moments, tiny little moments and choices, like a handful of luminous, glowing pearl. It takes so much time, and so much work, and those beads and moments are so small, and so much less fabulous and dramatic than the movies. <br />But this is what I’m finding, in glimpses and flashes: this is it. This is it, in the best possible way. That thing I’m waiting for, that adventure, that move-score-worthy experience unfolding gracefully. This is it. Normal, daily life ticking by on our streets and sidewalks, in our houses and apartments, in our beds and at our dinner tables, in our dreams and prayers and fights and secrets – this pedestrian life is the most precious thing any of use will ever experience." <br /><br /><br />-- Shauna Niequist <br />--Cold Tangerines: Celebrating the Extraordinary Nature of Everyday LifeFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-10976657291528463882010-11-03T07:09:00.000-07:002010-11-08T22:29:01.561-08:00Merely this, and nothing more."For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how." <br /><br />--Mark Z. Danielewski<br />--House of LeavesFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-17319207723383303202010-11-03T07:04:00.001-07:002010-11-03T07:08:37.064-07:00"Hope is a waking dream"“Hope is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.”<br /><br />Matrix reloaded(2003)Furyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-16938183367201022562010-10-24T22:13:00.000-07:002010-10-24T22:15:00.233-07:00The Present"We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment." <br /><br /><br />-- Audrey Niffenegger <br />-- The Time Traveler's Wife)Furyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-21861140609923400612010-10-10T23:58:00.000-07:002010-10-11T00:01:10.373-07:00Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies"I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever." <br />— Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice)Furyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-87519041222326259372010-10-09T21:00:00.000-07:002010-10-09T21:04:57.486-07:00"It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.""I don't want to be a man," said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead." <br />"Well," said Luke, "you're doing a fantastic job." <br /><br />— Cassandra Clare (City of Ashes)Furyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-55348573822657254902010-10-02T01:18:00.001-07:002010-10-02T01:19:55.166-07:00Lock and Key"What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn't just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. Cora was right- we had many families over time. Our family of origion, the family we created, as well as the gorups you moved thorugh while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them were perfect, and we couldn't expect them to be. You couldn't make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build a world from it. <br /><br />— Sarah Dessen (Lock and Key)Furyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-6767583574179529162010-09-29T22:27:00.000-07:002010-09-29T22:35:02.344-07:00England, your England<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Uq2hLPtfxDHf42ek-e1jjczcV-USjPls3K1CDd44eIosj3Z4LOba6Mi_z75FEn3XpRf7saSkjbIdLp-MKaQIoy3chLmQZxtL4s8tbY3LY_LhkpCXVhKGAgJkNu3mZViVttYWb59dkHqJ/s1600/n698070098_2936342_1331.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Uq2hLPtfxDHf42ek-e1jjczcV-USjPls3K1CDd44eIosj3Z4LOba6Mi_z75FEn3XpRf7saSkjbIdLp-MKaQIoy3chLmQZxtL4s8tbY3LY_LhkpCXVhKGAgJkNu3mZViVttYWb59dkHqJ/s320/n698070098_2936342_1331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522575779021341346" /></a><br />"Here are a couple of generalisations about England that would be accepted by almost all observers. One is that the English are not gifted artistically. They are not as musical as the Germans or Italians, painting and sculpture have never flourished in England as they have in France. Another is that, as Europeans go, the English are not intellectual. They have a horror of abstract thought, they feel no need for any philosophy or systematic "world view." Nor is this because they are "practical," as they are so fond of claiming for themselves. One has only to look at their methods of town-planning and water-supply, their obstinate clinging to everything that is out-of-date and a nuisance, a spelling system that defies analysis and a system of weights and measures that is intelligible only to compilers of arithmetic books, to see how little they care about mere efficiency."<br /><br />--George Orwell <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Moving to UK for my post grad medical training..w00t!!!!w00t!!!!!!!Furyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-87355203592749134052010-09-25T05:09:00.001-07:002010-09-25T05:11:49.422-07:00Change is the only constant"When we say things like "people don't change" it drives scientist crazy because change is literally the only constant in all of science. Energy. Matter. It's always changing, morphing, merging, growing, dying. It's the way people try not to change that's unnatural. The way we cling to what things were instead of letting things be what they are. The way we cling to old memories instead of forming new ones. The way we insist on believing despite every scientific indication that anything in this lifetime is permanent. Change is constant. How we experience change that's up to us. It can feel like death or it can feel like a second chance at life. If we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it, it can feel like pure adrenaline. Like at any moment we can have another chance at life. Like at any moment, we can be born all over again"<br /><br />--Grey's AnatomyFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-62646460382482276812010-09-23T00:53:00.000-07:002010-09-23T00:56:43.023-07:00Neurotic is what neurotic does"I don't think much new ever happens. Most of us spend our days the same way people spent their days in the year 1000: walking around smiling, trying to earn enough to eat, while neurotically doing these little self-proofs in our head about how much better we are than these other slobs, while simultaneously, in another part of our brain, secretly feeling woefully inadequate to these smarter, more beautiful people." <br /><br />— George SaundersFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-45302219194976185762010-09-19T22:15:00.000-07:002010-09-19T22:16:23.785-07:00We Are ManyOf the many men whom I am, whom we are,<br />I cannot settle on a single one.<br />They are lost to me under the cover of clothing<br />They have departed for another city.<br /><br />When everything seems to be set<br />to show me off as a man of intelligence,<br />the fool I keep concealed on my person<br />takes over my talk and occupies my mouth.<br /><br />On other occasions, I am dozing in the midst<br />of people of some distinction,<br />and when I summon my courageous self,<br />a coward completely unknown to me<br />swaddles my poor skeleton<br />in a thousand tiny reservations.<br /><br />When a stately home bursts into flames,<br />instead of the fireman I summon,<br />an arsonist bursts on the scene,<br />and he is I. There is nothing I can do.<br />What must I do to distinguish myself?<br />How can I put myself together?<br /><br />All the books I read<br />lionize dazzling hero figures,<br />brimming with self-assurance.<br />I die with envy of them;<br />and, in films where bullets fly on the wind,<br />I am left in envy of the cowboys,<br />left admiring even the horses.<br /><br />But when I call upon my DASHING BEING,<br />out comes the same OLD LAZY SELF,<br />and so I never know just WHO I AM,<br />nor how many I am, nor WHO WE WILL BE BEING.<br />I would like to be able to touch a bell<br />and call up my real self, the truly me,<br />because if I really need my proper self,<br />I must not allow myself to disappear.<br /><br />While I am writing, I am far away;<br />and when I come back, I have already left.<br />I should like to see if the same thing happens<br />to other people as it does to me,<br />to see if as many people are as I am,<br />and if they seem the same way to themselves.<br />When this problem has been thoroughly explored,<br />I am going to school myself so well in things<br />that, when I try to explain my problems,<br />I shall speak, not of self, but of geography.<br /><br /><br />--Pablo NerudaFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-16027646640715985452010-09-19T21:48:00.000-07:002010-09-19T21:57:31.601-07:00So that’s how we live our lives"Here's a secret: Everyone, if they live long enough, will lose their way at some point. You will lose your way, you will wake up one morning and find yourself lost. This is a hard, simple truth. If it hasn't happened to you yet, consider yourself lucky. When it does, when one day you look around and nothing is recognizable, when you find yourself alone in a dark wood having lost the way, you may find it easier to blame it on someone else -- an errant lover, a missing father, a bad childhood -- or it may be easier to blame the map you were given -- folded too many times, out-of-date, tiny print -- but mostly, if you are honest, you will only be able to blame yourself. <br /><br /><br />--Nick FlynnFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-20431614940427378122010-09-16T05:27:00.000-07:002010-09-16T05:33:00.093-07:00"wow, that's big""The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy offers this definition of <br />the word "Infinite". <br />Infinite: Bigger than the biggest thing ever and then some. <br />Much bigger than that in fact, really amazingly immense, a <br />totally stunning size, "wow, that's big", time. Infinity is just so <br />big that by comparison, bigness itself looks really titchy. <br />Gigantic multiplied by colossal multiplied by staggeringly <br />huge is the sort of concept we're trying to get across here." <br /><br /><br />— Douglas Adams (The Restaurant at the End of the Universe)Furyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-46036547148647610342010-09-10T13:22:00.000-07:002010-09-10T13:25:52.092-07:00It's a question of survival"We never stop investigating. We are never satisfied that we know enough to get by. Every question we answer leads on to another question. This has become the greatest survival trick of our species." <br /><br />Desmond MorrisFuryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967noreply@blogger.com0