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The Strange Tale of the North Pond Hermit

A short, must-watch documentary about a man who makes coffee.

"Prestige is especially dangerous to the ambitious. If you want to make ambitious people waste their time on errands, the way to do it is to bait the hook with prestige. That’s the recipe for getting people to give talks, write forewords, serve on committees, be department heads, and so on. It might be a good rule simply to avoid any prestigious task. If it didn’t suck, they wouldn’t have had to make it prestigious."

How to Find Your Purpose and Do What You Love

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Scene from Adaptation

Just re-watched this film for the first time in years, for the first time since… y’know… spending every day doing exactly what Nicolas Cage does here. Such an enjoyable movie; such a brilliant idea. I wish there were more films by Charlie Kaufman.

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"oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much"

Frank O’Hara’s ‘Lunch Poems’ Turn 50

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Blue Ruin: Anatomy of a Scene

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You know that feeling at the end of the day, when the anxiety of that-which-I-must-do falls away and, for maybe the first time that day, you see, with some clarity, the people you love and the ways you have, during that day, slightly ignored them, turned away from them to get back to what you were doing, blurted out some mildly hurtful thing, projected, instead of the deep love you really feel, a surge of defensiveness or self-protection or suspicion? That moment when you think, Oh God, what have I done with this day? And what am I doing with my life? And what must I change to avoid catastrophic end-of-life regrets?

I feel like that now: tired of the Me I’ve always been, tired of making the same mistakes, repetitively stumbling after the same small ego strokes, being caught in the same loops of anxiety and defensiveness. At the end of my life, I know I won’t be wishing I’d held more back, been less effusive, more often stood on ceremony, forgiven less, spent more days oblivious to the secret wishes and fears of the people around me. So what is stopping me from stepping outside my habitual crap?

My mind, my limited mind.

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The Incredible Buddha Boy

The perfect uncle who vanished one day

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