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I got through that party last night by pretending to be as awkward like all the characters in “Please Like Me” and enjoying it.
so you make up a german name every time they ask you for it at starbucks? or do you stick to “patrick” all the time?
To be honest, that was the first time that I said Patrick to the barista. It was spontaneous. I was with my sister there and when I said ‘Patrick’, she just looked confused at me, but we both acted ‘normal’ and didn’t say anything. After we got our coffee and went out, we laughed. She said, she didn’t expect this :D
I was amazed that the Starbucks girl last week somehow managed to write down something on that cup which actually resembled my Asian name. But probably this could be my new thing: inventing German names for myself every time I visit Starbucks.
Instead of saying motherfucker you can just say Oedipus
Half of our generation wouldn’t even understand that
yes you are right the thousands of notes on this post prove how ignorant our generation is. only you are intelligent. you are the chosen one.
only real Ancient Greek kids would understand
reblog if ur a tru 650BC kid
what would atheists do? idk somehow i think of non-religious people as pragmatic getting things done personalities because they can’t rely on an omnipotent being being at their service and making everything alright every time they fuck up
We talked about a past I once knew
I said nothing lasts forever
She smiled and told me some things do
I said, no you misunderstood
For me, Nothing lasts forever
She asked, what about love?
I said no you misunderstood
For me, nothing is the only thing that lasts forever
but, but, but … dear friends, existence is just not enough
So I’ve been reading Peter Rollins a lot recently (his new book “The Idolatry of God”, his story book “The Orthodox Heretic” and his losing God book “Insurrection”). I could relate a lot to the not so comfortable invitation to step into that experience of losing everything including God etc. etc. But then suddenly the answer to all of that (maybe it wasn’t presented as an answer, I just don’t remember any more) is love or rather the act of loving itself. Maybe I wasn’t paying attention when on earth the act of loving suddenly entered the stage. How is love not a Deus ex machina sneaking in?
I can see that while we struggle with the sense of seperation love seems to promise the end of seperation. But don’t we just also experience this ever so often how lonely and seperated we can feel in a family or even in a relationship? Sorry, Pete, I’ll re-read more carefully what you’re saying about love!
Listen to the podcast episode here:
http://geeksguideshow.com/2012/12/17/ggg76-philip-pullman/ (via kammartinez)
We were talking with a mathematician the other day and he tried to explain how language breaks down in some fields. Of course I can’t summarise what he said. Whatever, in my words I would say that Western “Ideengeschichte” is somewhat obsessed with the idea of “essence”. And since we obviously will never get to the smallest particles of which we think that they should constitute “what is” maybe the Heart Sutra more helpful when it says that the things are empty, or have just this space “inside”. I said that to the mathematician friend because I know that he meditates with some Zen people every week. He couldn’t relate to that though - they only recite in Japanese.
Haha! “If you want disobedient children” - I wish I were as brave as Lyra! - And if I should ever have kids of my own I would wish them to master their fears like Lyra and Will did.
Hey, I don’t need happiness - that’s just an idea. As is the opposite of it.
i’m that friend that has to walk behind the others when the sidewalk doesn’t fit a group of three
I know I need to do something. I know it’s good to be in charge of what I do, what I want, what people I meet etc. But sometimes I am fine (I must) with life happening by itself.
I want this so bad why the hell is it so expensive http://www.amazon.com/Unholy-Sonnets-Mark-Jarman/dp/1885266871/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1347687345&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=unholy+sunnets
I swear these poems where MADE FOR ME they are right up my alley
Exactly my thoughts when I was searching for a copy - here in Germany. Will Jarman’s sonnets still speak to me, for me, when they arrive in some weeks?
Unholy Sonnet 4
BY MARK JARMAN
Amazing to believe that nothingness
Surrounds us with delight and lets us be,
And that the meekness of nonentity,
Despite the friction of the world of sense,
Despite the leveling of violence,
Is all that matters. All the energy
We force into the matchhead and the city
Explodes inside a loving emptiness.
Not Dante’s rings, not the Zen zero’s mouth,
Out of which comes and into which light goes,
This God recedes from every metaphor,
Turns the hardest data into untruth,
And fills all blanks with blankness. This love shows
Itself in absence, which the stars adore.
Maybe there is a God. He has given me too many reasons to be miserable but he also has given me The Smiths as a soundtrack for that.
[T]here are certain feelings which claim their own rights. Tears fall, no matter how hard we try to check them, and by being shed they ease the soul.
Seneca, Epistulae, XCIX
Yeah, maybe I need to practice crying a bit again. Yes, I really do believe that at some stage you have to practice it again because you have forgotten how to do that.
“Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.”
— Dalai Lama XIV (via wethinkwedream)
That would be jolly nice if you’d knew in that moment that it’s “a wonderful stroke of luck”. Because what you feel when you don’t get what you want, that’s more like “Aargh! It’s the end of world! I can’t be happy in my life without that thing / that person! I’ll have to kill myself!”
Why does the mood change just because it’s snowing?
I survived my teenage years. So I have the chance to deal with stuff in a much better way than before. Being unhappily in love? Teenagers can deal with it, so I can do too.