What is the half-life of information? Does its rate of decay correlate with the medium that conveys it? Pixels need power. Paper is unstable in fire and flood. Letters carved in stone are more durable...
Time itself is being, he wrote, and all being is time . . . In essence, everything in the entire universe is intimately linked with each other as moments in time, continuous and separate. Ruth
Time interacts with attention in funny ways.At one extreme, when Ruth was gripped by the compulsive mania and hyperfocus of an Internet search, the hours seemed to aggregate and swell like a wave, swa...
There used to be a middle way, too, when her attention was focused but vast, and time felt like a limpid pool, ringed by sunlit ferns. An underground spring fed the pool from deep below, creating a ge...
The temple drum is as big as a barrel, and it sits on a tall wooden platform. When you play it, you stand in front, facing the stretched hide, trying to control your breathing, which is jumping all ov...
Print is predictable and impersonal, conveying information in a mechanical transaction with the reader’s eye.Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate a...
Life is fleeting. Don't waste a single moment of your precious life. Wake up now! And now! And now!
It was the most ordinary thing in the world, but it felt like we were lovers or something, because in Japan dads don't generally hug and kiss their kids. Don't ask me why. They just don't. But we kiss...
I started to think about how words and stories are time beings, too,
I really like drumming. While I'm doing it, I am aware of the sixty-five moments that Jiko says are in the snap of a finger. I'm serious. When you're beating a drum, you can hear when the BOOM comes t...
I asked her once why she liked to hear stories like this, and she explained to me that when she got ordained, she shaved her head and took some vows to be a bosatsu.21 One of her vows was to save all...
He's got this thing about Canada. He says it's like America only with health care and no guns, and you can live up to your potential there and not have to worry about what society thinks or about gett...
Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate as skin.
Drawing my thoughts out of my mind and holding me down to earth at the same time.
A paradox for sure, but such a relief.
A name could be either a ghost or a portent depending on which side of time you were standing. The name Whaletown had become a mere specter of the past, a crepuscular Pacific shimmer, but the name Des...
Прошлое — странная штука. Нет, правда, оно вообще существует? Ощущение такое, что существует, но где? И если оно существовало, но сейчас не существует, то куда оно делось?
Не знам дали някога си удрял барабан, но ако не си, на всяка цена трябва да опиташ, защото първо, много е приятно да удряш с все сила, и второ, звукът е невероятен.
Если тебе приходилось когда-нибудь вести дневник, ты знаешь — проблема с описанием прошлого скрывается в настоящем: даже если пишешь очень быстро, все равно вечно застреваешь в тогда и никогда не успе...
She approached her memoir with a renewed sense of resolve. A rapprochement was what was needed. An unfinished book, left unattended, turns feral, and she would need all her focus, will, and ruthless d...