16

May

Everyday Sociology Blog: The Myth of the Self-Made Person

AMEN to that

15

May

I feel lonely

My affair with loneliness - She clasps my hand as we walk through the cold streets in this strange foreign town, melting me in her glacial warmth.

The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

“You are not at all like my rose,” he said. “As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world.”


And the roses were very much embarrassed.


“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you—the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing.


Because she is my rose.

The Little Prince

Getting a Ph.D. will turn you into an emotional trainwreck, not a professor

I am not going to let this stop me. Who says I have to be an aspiring professor to earn a PhD? Can’t post-graduate studies just be a way to quench my thirst for knowledge?

I am a believer
in coincidence: the coin, flipping.
Stephanie Lane Sutton, from A Transitive Verb  (via the-final-sentence)

(Source: weissewiese)

The History of the World: Israel becomes a state | OUPblog

Great summary but this is only half the story. I blame conflict of interests in the Cold War for the mess the Middle East is embroiled in now.

This Is Just A Phase

I don’t usually like Thought Catalog articles but this is one of the best short writings I’ve ever read.

12

May

A haiku

I grew up thinking
‘Shit’ is
A bad word

Marriage to solitude

What can he do
When leaves fall apart,
From stalk to vein?
When blossoms decay and
Fruits bear no seeds?
In spring’s form,
Ants cease their crawl
And birds drop mid-flight.
All alone
In her marriage to solitude.

He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.
Robert Graves, from “In Broken Images” (via the-final-sentence)