“Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking... - Annelise's Notebooks. Dataclysm: Who We Are (When We Think No One's Looking) by Christian Rudder | 9780385347372. Stephen Fry Kinetic Typography - Language. Virginia Woolf's Idea of Privacy. These days, when we use the word “privacy,” it usually has a political meaning. We’re concerned with other people and how they might affect us. We think about how they could use information about us for their own ends, or interfere with decisions that are rightfully ours.
We’re mindful of the lines that divide public life from private life. We have what you might call a citizen’s sense of privacy. That’s an important way to think about privacy, obviously. The whole world might have turned upside down! Woolf often conceives of life this way: as a gift that you’ve been given, which you must hold onto and treasure but never open. Many people accept the idea that each of us has a certain resolute innerness—a kernel of selfhood that we can’t share with others. There can be something enjoyable, even revelatory about that feeling of self-protection, which is why we seek out circumstances in which we can feel more acutely the contrast between the outside world and our inner selves. Appeal to the Grammarians by Paul Violi.
The Fraught Friendship of T. S. Eliot and Groucho Marx. In 1961, T. S. Eliot wrote Groucho Marx a fan letter requesting a photograph of the comic actor and humorist. Groucho enthusiastically complied, and the two continued to correspond until they finally met, in June of 1964, in London, when Groucho and his fourth wife, Eden, went to the Eliots’ house for dinner. So far as I know, Eliot never gave a public account of what transpired that evening. I am presently finishing up a short critical biography of Groucho and came upon the letters, most of which were published in 1965, in the course of writing the book.
When I reread the letters for around the fifth time, I became aware of a simmering tension between the two men. But this became easier once I realized that the work was much darker than is commonly perceived, and that there was an almost seamless continuity between the life and the work. The tension between Groucho and Eliot became suddenly palpable when I reread an exchange they had about the two photographs that Groucho had sent. How I Plotted My Way to Romance — Human Parts. Tea With Strangers. What It’s Like Being Lonely in SF. Sep 03 at 6am I’ve been living in San Francisco for almost two years now and I’ve made almost no friends. I’ve made some friends at work who I consider close, but I can’t help but think I should have more by now.
It’s really easy not to interact with people in the city, so I unintentionally spend a lot of time alone. Most of my day is spent working or riding the bus, which is kind of like a giant silent contest. I live with my boyfriend, but he works late all the time so it’s often just me and my podcasts. I’ve found that I can trick myself into feeling like I’m talking with a friend while I listen to a podcast. I did a pretty good job of not noticing my lack of friends until my first birthday in SF rolled around.
As an adult no one really cares if you eat string cheese by yourself every night OK, everything wasn’t perfect, but things were easier when I lived around the people who had known me for most of my life. Making friends feels a lot harder than I thought it would be. The Words I Will Never Say — Human Parts.