February 2012
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“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into...”
– John Muir, Our National Parks  (via imcomingcolorado)
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Influence without Klout | Technology Spectator →
“Large-scale changes in public opinion are not driven by highly influential people who influence everyone else but rather by easily influenced people influencing other easily influenced people.” In other words, it’s not about the influencers. It’s all about whether people are willing to be influenced.
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““Australian journalism has a strong tradition of allowing cartoonists the...”
– Moir cast as Brutus to Abbott’s Popeye http://www.smh.com.au/national/moir-cast-as-brutus-to-abbotts-popeye-20120131-1qr9z.html (via jasonchatfield)
Feb 2nd
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January 2012
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The Cool Web - Robert Graves
Children are dumb to say how hot the day is, How hot the scent is of the summer rose, How dreadful the black wastes of evening sky, How dreadful the tall soldiers drumming by. But we have speech, to chill the angry day, And speech, to dull the rose's cruel scent. We spell away the overhanging night, We spell away the soldiers and the fright. There's a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat...
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Summer Solstice
I wanted to see where beauty comes from without you in the world, hauling my heart across sixty acres of northeast meadow, my pockets filling with flowers. Then I remembered, it’s you I miss in the brightness and body of every living name: rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch. You are the green wonder of June, root and quasar, the thirst for salt. When I finally understand that people fail at love, what...
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“Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves...”
– Pablo Neruda, from “Keeping Quiet,” trans. Alastair Reid (via proustitute)
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