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“Your aesthetics get better as you make mistakes.”

And that’s what Macintosh is all about. It’s the first “telephone” of our industry. But the neatest thing about it to me is, the same as the telephone to the telegraph, Macintosh lets you sing. It lets you use special fonts. It lets you make drawings and pictures or incorporate other people’s drawings or pictures into your documents.

“We have a chance to make these things beautiful, and we have a chance to communicate something through the design of the objects themselves.”

“It was hard to know who was dead and who was simply out of things.”

my goodness the world is filled with unspeakable horror and what is an antidote if not an innocent girl who is also a little witch

“Creators are joyful and positive. Creators look at “what is” and “what can be” instead of “what is not.” Instead of excluding possibilities, creators include all possibilities, both real and imagined. They choose to interpret their own world and do not rely upon the interpretations of others. And most importantly, creators are creative because they believe they are creative.”

horror recommendations anyone?

I propose that all our suffering and stuckness in life comes
from forgetting that we’re divine sparks playing a wild kinky
game and that great miracles can come forth in our lives when
we reverse the process of forgetting by deliberately reclaiming
the pleasure of the game—not just in our minds, but in our hearts
and genitals.

our conscious minds and identities (that is, the people we
usually imagine ourselves to be) are just the very tippy tiny top of
the immense underwater icebergs of our actual psychic totalities.

“the world is not separate from your psyche”

it is though?

magic is possible because of the
fractal and holographic nature of reality

I felt so many things at
once that together, they combined to make nothing, a numbness, an
absence of feeling caused by a surplus of feeling.

my fucking goodness too much fucking abuse why am i even continuing to read this

If I were a different kind of person, I might say that this whole
incident is a metaphor for life in general: things get broken, and
sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no
matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for
your loss, sometimes wonderfully.
Actually—maybe I am that kind of person after all.

"Harry, imagine a girl, hardly seventeen years of age, with a little, flowerlike face, a small Greek head with plaited coils of dark-brown hair, eyes that were violet wells of passion, lips that were like petals of a rose. She was the loveliest thing I had ever seen in my life. You said to me once that pathos left you unmoved, but that beauty, mere beauty, could fill your eyes with tears."

I am quite loving the direct, no bullshit, accessible approach employed here.

also damn, I would really like to read a book where the social consequences of bullshit jobs is examined in indian context, where societal pressures are already pretty intense to get a "job", it would be something really interesting.

What the fuck is up with post modern daddies of America in the 90s? I am charmed and repulsed at the same time.