If Gregory Go Boom wasn’t enough, then you watch Safety Not Guaranteed and everything becomes a fuckheap.
It’s not just about a girl, it’s about a time and a place. […] It’s that time and that place and that song and you remember what it was like when you were in that place and then you listen to that song and you know you’re not in that place anymore and it makes you feel hollow. Can’t just go find that stuff again.
If Krugman means by “lack of compassion” that I don’t devote nearly as much of myself as I should to helping others directly, he’s absolutely right. I assume from the way he writes that he is out there most Sunday mornings painting poor people’s houses, serving up soup and making sandwiches. And I congratulate him for it.
I’m Not a Sadist, You Sadists! by Michael Kinsley (via thenewrepublic)
Worship your intellect, feeling smart, and you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud always on the verge of being found out. The insidious things about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful, it’s that they’re unconscious. They are default settings. They’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that’s what you’re doing. And the so-called real world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings. Because the so-called real world of men and money and power hums merrily along on the fuel of fear and anger and frustration and craving and the worship of self.
For only the science that comes from the inside and can be implanted into the inside also reshapes the character and the state, just as humanity is not concerned with knowledge and talk, but with character and action.
Wilhelm von Humboldt