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I’m not afraid of heights, I’m afraid of falling.

W. W. Norton: Do you ever return to Virginia Woolf? ›


EUDORA WELTY: Yes. She was the one who opened the door. When I read To the Lighthouse, I felt, Heavens, what is this? I was so excited by the experience I couldn’t sleep or eat. I’ve read it many times since, though more often these days I go back to her diary. Any day you open it to will be…

This book.


This week, The New Yorker publishes “Thank You for the Light,” a 1936 short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald that was originally rejected by the magazine decades ago.  Here, a look back at the magazine’s 1926 profile of Fitzgerald:


“If patterns of ones and zeros were ‘like’ patterns of human lives and deaths, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long string of ones and zeros, then what kind of creature would be represented by a long string of lives and deaths? It would have to be up one level at least—an angel, a minor god, something in a UFO. It would take eight human lives and deaths just to form one character in this being’s name—its complete dossier might take up a considerable piece of the history of the world. We are digits in God’s computer… And the only thing we’re good for, to be dead or to be living, is the only thing He sees. What we cry, what we contend for, in our world of toil and blood, it all lies beneath the notice of the hacker we call God.”

Vineland. Thomas Pynchon. 

How Tim Cook should open the WWDC: ›


John Malkovich-Apple-iPhone-Siri-Paris-Review-Commercial

  • House lights completely down.
  • Disembodied voice fills the void. Male’s. Is that Tim Cook speaking?
  • In perfect diction and cadence.
  • “Welcome to the Apple Worldwide Developers Conference 2012. I’m Tim Cook, CEO of Apple, and I thank all of you for being here today as we present the newest
  • items from our product line.”
  • House lights come up, and we see an iPhone on a stool in the middle of the stage.
  • “Actually, I’m not Tim Cook.”
  • The real Tim Cook enters stage left.
  • I’m Tim Cook,” he says.
  • “And I am the next version of Siri,” says the disembodied voice formerly thought to be Tim Cook’s.
  • Crowd bursts out in wild applause as they realize Siri no longer sounds like a robot.
  • “That’s it, really,” says the real Tim Cook.  “A vastly improved Siri.  That’s all we’ve got.”
  • Crowd’s collective brow furrows.  They are sad.
  • Somewhere, John Malkovich laughs. (via inothernews)

If only Siri’s response to every query was “Malkovich, Malkovich, Malkovich, Malkovich.”


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"You rarely have such fevers later in life that fill your entire day with emotion." Ray Bradbury. The New Yorker. 2012.


Anyone who has seen more than one Bergman film will recognise certain plot elements, settings, faces… Few artists have created their own individual universe through the use of recurrent themes, stylistic devices, settings and actors in quite the same way as Ingmar Bergman. Here is a guide to help you navigate these galaxies.


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I dream about you.

—Rose Water Glitter Cake.

Photo courtesy of SpoonForkBacon.

Look with all your eyes, look.

-Jules Verne

And certain things around us will change, become easier or harder, one thing or the other, but nothing will ever really be any different. I believe that. We have made our decisions, our lives have been set in motion, and they will go on and on until they stop. But if that is true, then what? I mean, what if you believe that, but you keep it covered up, until one day something happens that should change something, but then you see nothing is going to change after all. What then? Meanwhile, the people around you continue to talk and act as if you were the same person as yesterday, or last night, or five minutes before, but you are really undergoing a crisis, your heart feels damaged…

—Raymond Carver. Short Cuts: Selected Stories. 1993.

Jim: We played with life and lost.

Jules et Jim. François Truffaut. 1962.