Hi @staff could we get the archive page functionality applied to likes as well, with the like date as the primary sort? I like stuff often to tuck it away for later and it’d be neat to use that effectively instead of scrolling for hours to find that one thing I saw once three years ago.
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Bodhidharma, Ukiyo-e woodblock print by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi, 1887.
Bodhidharma, Ukiyo-e woodblock print by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi, 1887.
“For office workers who have fallen into debt because they spend their salaries on dresses, for women who require regular appointments with podiatrists to compensate for the ravages of years on high heels, for the victims of disastrous plastic surgery, for those who deprive themselves of sugar, for invalids who rise from bed only to dress and make up and then fall back exhausted, for those who weep in front of mirrors, for those with great legs and bad tempers, for mutton dressed as lamb, for those who sweat and strain their muscles out of fidelity to the illusions of a form.
“Spare them diseases of the skin and teeth, for in their sacrifice of time and health and friendship they have given hope to strangers whose hearts have been lifted at the sight of a line that finished itself finely, of colors undreamed of by nature, of constructions which at once affirm and quite deny the body’s range.
“Bless them, because a change of fashion can allow us to believe there could just be, for all of us, a change of heart.
“Grant this for the sake of Your love, which has adorned the mountains and created feathers and elaborate tails, O Lord, source of all that exists for delight only, for display only, suggestions, in the joy of their variety, of the ecstacy of light which is eternal, changeless and ever-changing.”
—Mary Gordon, from “Prayers”
“For office workers who have fallen into debt because they spend their salaries on dresses, for women who require regular appointments with podiatrists to compensate for the ravages of years on high heels, for the victims of disastrous plastic surgery, for those who deprive themselves of sugar, for invalids who rise from bed only to dress and make up and then fall back exhausted, for those who weep in front of mirrors, for those with great legs and bad tempers, for mutton dressed as lamb, for those who sweat and strain their muscles out of fidelity to the illusions of a form.
“Spare them diseases of the skin and teeth, for in their sacrifice of time and health and friendship they have given hope to strangers whose hearts have been lifted at the sight of a line that finished itself finely, of colors undreamed of by nature, of constructions which at once affirm and quite deny the body’s range.
“Bless them, because a change of fashion can allow us to believe there could just be, for all of us, a change of heart.
“Grant this for the sake of Your love, which has adorned the mountains and created feathers and elaborate tails, O Lord, source of all that exists for delight only, for display only, suggestions, in the joy of their variety, of the ecstacy of light which is eternal, changeless and ever-changing.”
—Mary Gordon, from “Prayers”
Collaboration. I do the thing. Don’t waste a lot of time planning it. If it takes too long to plan, on to the next thing.
The completed thing is good or it sucks. If it sucks, scrap the thing and leverage the effort elsewhere. If it’s good, look the thing over and state what needs fixing. I address what makes sense and revise it. The thing is done. On to the next thing.
Collaboration. I do the thing. Don’t waste a lot of time planning it. If it takes too long to plan, on to the next thing.
The completed thing is good or it sucks. If it sucks, scrap the thing and leverage the effort elsewhere. If it’s good, look the thing over and state what needs fixing. I address what makes sense and revise it. The thing is done. On to the next thing.
London was married twice and had two daughters with whom his relationship became chillingly, almost cruelly, distant, Kershaw says. His first marriage had ended in anger and scandal — he was having an affair with Charmian, who would become his second wife, the love of his life, his ‘Mate Woman.’ It was, as Kershaw writes, a match made in London’s version of heaven: ‘At last, here was a woman who adored fornication, expected Jack to make her climax, and to do so frequently, and who didn’t burst into tears when the sadist in him punched her in the mouth.’
London was married twice and had two daughters with whom his relationship became chillingly, almost cruelly, distant, Kershaw says. His first marriage had ended in anger and scandal — he was having an affair with Charmian, who would become his second wife, the love of his life, his ‘Mate Woman.’ It was, as Kershaw writes, a match made in London’s version of heaven: ‘At last, here was a woman who adored fornication, expected Jack to make her climax, and to do so frequently, and who didn’t burst into tears when the sadist in him punched her in the mouth.’
Burro Schmidt tunnel out in the Mojave. Poked right through the top of a mountain by a man. Spent his life doing that. Chipping away with tools and dynamite. You walk in there without a light and there’s nothing. Black. I might’ve said that already.
Second to that is a patch of trees near Strathcona dam along the Campbell river. Can’t tell you where, but I know it when I see it. On the water’s edge. You’ll see tracks and burned wood in the spring. Walk into those trees and you’re surrounded. A green cage. An awful isolation. Makes you face things.
A quiet walk’s like that. No talking. Nothing forced. Surrounded by the presence of someone else.