It’s pretty easy to get stuck in normal life. We can’t escape because it makes these invisible blankets that tighten and constrict, not our limbs but our minds. This dulling, stupidifying (but perhaps blissful) blanket of the mundane. In their new record, Merriweather Post Pavilion, Animal Collective puts
“It is now the fall of my second year in Paris. I was sent here for a reason I have not yet been able to fathom. I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I
Haven’t done one of these in a while, but today was one of those classic episodes of procrastination where I fish through Google Reader waiting for Outlook to ping with my next distraction. Fortunately, hooked a few worthwhile reads: My Bright Abyss [http://www.theamericanscholar.org/my-bright-abyss/] – I’ve
I was reading Milan Kundera’s [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milan_Kundera] Art of the Novel in Barnes and Noble today. He said some interesting things – the idea that the purpose of the novel is to reveal new lines of thought that were previously not possible for the human