We often use technology to save time, but increasingly, it either takes the saved time along with it, or makes the saved time less present, intimate and rich. I worry that the closer the world gets to our fingertips, the further it gets from our hearts. It’s not an either/or — being “anti-technology” is perhaps the only thing more foolish than being unquestioningly “pro-technology” — but a question of balance that our lives hang upon.

Most of the time, most people are not crying in public, but everyone is always in need of something that another person can give, be it undivided attention, a kind word or deep empathy. There is no better use of a life than to be attentive to such needs. There are as many ways to do this as there are kinds of loneliness, but all of them require attentiveness, all of them require the hard work of emotional computation and corporeal compassion. All of them require the human processing of the only animal who risks “getting it wrong” and whose dreams provide shelters and vaccines and words to crying strangers.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes. Being attentive to the needs of others might not be the point of life, but it is the work of life. It can be messy, and painful, and almost impossibly difficult. But it is not something we give. It is what we get in exchange for having to die.

1 week ago 17 notes
The dog in this meme isn’t mine, but it damn well could be.

The dog in this meme isn’t mine, but it damn well could be.

1 week ago 40 notes
Saz finds the Coliseum Square fountain quite tempting on a June day in Louisiana. As do I, for that matter. (at Coliseum Square Park, New Orleans)

Saz finds the Coliseum Square fountain quite tempting on a June day in Louisiana. As do I, for that matter. (at Coliseum Square Park, New Orleans)

1 week ago 12 notes
On the rare occasion that my hometown makes the news, it’s usually for shit like “gelatinous bayou blobs,” and I’m oddly at peace with that.

On the rare occasion that my hometown makes the news, it’s usually for shit like “gelatinous bayou blobs,” and I’m oddly at peace with that.

1 week ago 9 notes
Just met my new best friend in Walgreen’s. He bought Gold Bond, presumably to put on his balls.

Just met my new best friend in Walgreen’s. He bought Gold Bond, presumably to put on his balls.

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2 weeks ago 21 notes
This is why no one should pull for the Miami Heat. Ever.

This is why no one should pull for the Miami Heat. Ever.

2 weeks ago 491 notes
The Classy Cajun, where one lunches when one lunches with my mom and dad. (at Bourg, Louisiana)

The Classy Cajun, where one lunches when one lunches with my mom and dad. (at Bourg, Louisiana)

2 weeks ago 13 notes
My mom and dad’s backyard cornfield. (at Bayou Blue, Louisiana)

My mom and dad’s backyard cornfield. (at Bayou Blue, Louisiana)

2 weeks ago 19 notes
This nun has obviously never seen a New Orleans gutter punk before. (at Riverfront New Orleans)

This nun has obviously never seen a New Orleans gutter punk before. (at Riverfront New Orleans)

2 weeks ago 66 notes
Saz got his summer shave today. Still looks mighty handsome if you ask me!

Saz got his summer shave today. Still looks mighty handsome if you ask me!

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We would like to offer our sincerest apologies to our readers for the egregious unprofessionalism of our recent slideshow ‘10 Llamas Who Wish They Were Models,’” BuzzFeed editor-in-chief Ben Smith wrote in a press statement Wednesday. “The unauthorized reproduction of proprietary llama photographs and the plagiarism of captions and emoticons by former employee Tim Mills represented a breach of BuzzFeed’s stringent journalistic standards and an inexcusable violation of our readers’ trust. As of today, Mills no longer works for this company.
2 weeks ago 13 notes
uproxx:


The Megan Draper As Sharon Tate Theory Is The Greatest ‘Mad Men’ Theory Ever

Can’t stop thinking about this now. I’m obsessed.

uproxx:

The Megan Draper As Sharon Tate Theory Is The Greatest ‘Mad Men’ Theory Ever

Can’t stop thinking about this now. I’m obsessed.

2 weeks ago 267 notes

Let’s just say, hypothetically, that two roads diverged in the woods and you took the path less traveled. Part of you is just going, “Look at that path! Over there, it’s much better. Everyone is traveling on it. It’s paved, and there’s like a Starbucks every 40 yards. This is wrong. In this one, there’s nettles and Robert Frost’s body—somebody should have moved that—it just feels weird. And not only does your mind tell you this, it is on that other path, it is behaving as though it is on that path. It is doing the opposite of what you are doing. And for your entire life, you will be doing, on some level, the opposite—not only of what you were doing—but of what you think you are. That is just going to go on. What you do with all your heart, you will do the opposite of. And what you need to do is to honor that, to understand it, to unearth it, to listen to this other voice.

You have, which is a rare thing, that ability and the responsibility to listen to the dissent in yourself, to at least give it the floor, because it is the key—not only to consciousness-but to real growth. To accept duality is to earn identity. And identity is something that you are constantly earning. It is not just who you are. It is a process that you must be active in. It’s not just parroting your parents or the thoughts of your learned teachers. It is now more than ever about understanding yourself so you can become yourself.

3 weeks ago 261 notes
Just married.

Just married.

3 weeks ago 15 notes