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Link: Everything Is Going Too Fast | Imani Perry

Type: Essay / Newsletter

Source: Unsettled Territory (Atlantic Subscriber Newsletter) ($)

“There are no easy ways to live now. But I do think we have to be deliberate about moments of quiet reflection in which we make decisions about what we will do, however modest, in response to so many social and political challenges. And by that I mean what we will do in a sustained fashion—both in terms of what we commit to knowing about by regularly reading and keeping abreast of those topics, and also in terms of what civic actions we will weave into our daily lives. I’m not one to rail against the internet or the television. But I am an advocate of regularly stepping away to concentrate one’s attention. It still feels inadequate, of course. But it is something.”

A log of my music listens in the past week, by albums and playlists, not including completely random shuffles.

Really, most of the time I just like sitting beneath trees, and it turns out my backyard is an extremely serviceable place for that, so no need to go anywhere else to write or work.

I’m playing around with reorganizing almost my entire site into topic- and theme-based files and folders on the back end.

With keeping my new “digital garden” off to the side of the rest of my content, I can’t decide where to put things. It feels redudant; so I’m making the whole site into the garden.

Give me a sentence which no intelligence can understand. There must be a kind of life and palpitation to it, and under its words a kind of blood must circulate forever.

– Henry David Thoreau, from “Monday,” A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers.

In our backyard we have a little hill/bluff down to a creek, but no easy way to get down there. I’ve decided to build a simple rustic step trail down, and here is how I think I’m going to go about it.

(This is a log of my music listens in the past week, by albums and playlists, not including completely random shuffles.)

I read this 33 and ⅓ entry on Unknown Pleasures and then re-listened to pretty much every track Joy Division ever recorded.

Link: “The Treasure” | Robinson Jeffers

Type: Poem

Source: Poem-a-Day (poets.org)

Short-lived as grass the stars quicken in the nebula and dry in their summer, they spiral / Blind up space, scattered black seeds of a future; nothing lives long…

The first “links last week” still isn’t really happening today - I didn’t keep up with it other than the first day of the week, which happened to be the 4th of July.

I guess I could still post the links I did note at the first of the week, because a couple of them are really good, though a bit dependent on the “Independence Day” context. Find them after the jump.