It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour; riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.
I may still be a kind of a Marxist but I'm very realistic, I don't have these dreams of revolutionists around the corner.
Think about the strangeness of today's situation. Thirty, forty years ago, we were still debating about what the future will be: communist, fascist, capitalist, whatever. Today, nobody even debates these issues. We all silently accept global capitalism is here to stay. On the other hand, we are obsessed with cosmic catastrophes: the whole life on earth disintegrating, because of some virus, because of an asteroid hitting the earth, and so on. So the paradox is, that it's much easier to imagine the end of all life on earth than a much more modest radical change in capitalism.
The threat today is not passivity, but pseudo-activity, the urge to "be active", to "participate", to mask the Nothingness of what goes on.
Love is what makes sex more than masturbation. If there is no love even if you are really with a partner you masturbate with a partner.
If you have reasons to love someone, you don’t love them.
What if the way we perceive a problem is already part of the problem?
The biggest reason most people fail is that they try to fix too much at once - join a gym, get out of debt, floss after meals and have thinner thighs in 30 days.
Chris Guest has his own form. It's a way of working that is really intense and you can commit a lot and you focus a lot. You get to bring a lot. You get to bring things maybe you haven't seen before. You're asked to care a great deal for these people who you're playing and create heart and empathy.
When a guest blogger can't even be bothered sharing their own post on their social networks; they're pretty much admitting 'I don't care about this post, and I don't want to be associated with it'. In the end these guests posts are just another form of spam.
sometimes it's better to bunk a class & enjoy with friends, coz today when I look back, marks never make me laugh memories do.