ooh the flowers are nice but the flu is no fun. Hope you’re on the upswing by now.
and the white chariot had a rapid unscheduled disassembly?
“I’m sorry, replied the stranger in a soft voice, “but in order to be in control, you have to have a definite plan for at least a reasonable period of time. So how, may I ask, can man be in control if he can’t even draw up a plan for a ridiculously short period of time, say, a thousand years, and is, moreover, unable to ensure his own safety for even the next day? And, indeed,” here the stranger turned to Berlioz, “suppose you were to start controlling others and yourself, and just as you developed a taste for it, so to speak, you suddenly went and…well… got lung cancer…”—at which point the foreigner chuckled merrily, as if the thought of lung cancer brought him pleasure. “Yes, cancer,” he repeated, narrowing his eyes like a cat as he savored the sonorous word, “and there goes your control! No one’s fate is of any interest to you except your own. Your relatives start lying to you. You, sensing that something is wrong, run to learned physicians, then to quacks, and maybe even to fortune tellers in the end. And going to any of them is pointless, as you well know. And it all ends tragically: that same fellow who not so long ago supposed that he was in control of something ends up lying stiff in a wooden box, and those present, realizing that he was no longer good for anything, cremate him in an oven. Why, even worse things can happen: a fellow will have just decided to make a trip to Kislovodsk,”—here the foreigner narrowed his eyes at Berlioz, “a trivial matter, it would seem, but he can’t even accomplish that because for some unknown reason he goes and slips and falls under a streetcar! Would you really say that that’s an example of his control over himself? Wouldn’t it be more correct to say that someone other than himself is in control?”—and at this point the stranger laughed a strange sort of laugh.
#bookstr
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Journey to the East by Hermann Hesse. ~80 pages, so a quick novella, and yet one I’ve read and reread
hope your buddy pulls through healthy and wiser
nostr:note1ppsxuc4sgz4wxd0w6dexfmdvhdmqhnc4tguyk6kv7v2qw2dxeyss4cncsjPlato struggled with the idea of a just government after his teacher was put to death by the Athenians, and eventually he determined there wasn’t a possible just government, but rather a method for building a just community by means of the dialectic.
Sculpture House, but mostly I’m in the digital workshop these days, sadly, where it’s ZBrush and Rhino, each for their own purposes.
Two portraits of Phillip Glass by Chuck Close
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He was a superb communicator.
please, 100%
lol “clout” is such an x/twitter preoccupation
apparently it had to be played after midnight when the building lights were out and so the clicking of circuits “wouldn’t disturb students”
so, yelling out the names after midnight, lol, I guess I kinda hope so, would’ve been both hilarious and very annoying
News to me too. It was the Rhode Island Z that reminded me of the Tetris installation on Brown University’s science building.
I have learned to approximate because I was a precise time giver and approximate time arriver for too long
