And I mean that—everything is fiction. When you tell yourself the story of your life, the story of your day, you edit and rewrite and weave a narrative out of a collection of random experiences and events. Your conversations are fiction. Your friends and loved ones—they are characters you have created. And your arguments with them are like meetings with an editor—please, they beseech you, you beseech them, rewrite me. You have a perception of the way things are, and you impose it on your memory, and in this way you think, in the same way that I think, that you are living something that is describable. When of course, what we actually live, what we actually experience—with our senses and our nerves—is a vast, absurd, beautiful, ridiculous chaos.
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Sunday, August 12, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Job Listing
Part-Time Maintenance Cleaner/ Historian- Grant Writer at Non-Profit
Description:
We are looking for a highly motivated candidate with a strong interest in janitorial work and the non-profit sphere. Must be able to write clean, snappy copy.
Candidates must have 3-5 years experience in cleaning and/or maintenance, the ability to lift and carry objects up to 50 pounds, master's degree or PhD, and good communication skills.
Responsibilities include:
Removing snow
Editing, proofreading, compiling, and writing grant proposal packages
Operating specialized cleaning machines
Comparing programmatic elements of proposals to budget
Moving furniture and equipment
Cleaning public areas
Compiling history
Languages needed
English (Required)
Mandarin Chinese (Suggested)
How to Apply:
Send resume and cover letter. In the letter, list your qualifications and reason for seeking the position. Be brief!
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
In the midst of the discussion, a peasant....said: "Now I see that without man there is no world."
...The educator responded: "Let's say, for the sake of argument, that all the men on earth were to die, but that the earth itself remained, together with trees, birds, animals, rivers, seas, the stars ... wouldn't all this be a world?"
"Oh no," the peasant replied emphatically. "There would be no one to say: 'This is a world.'"
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
"As we get older, life seems to fly by faster and faster. That's because we structure our experience of time around memories. We remember events in relation to other events. But as we get older, and our experiences become less unique, our memories can blend together. If yesterday's lunch is indistinguishable from the one you ate the day before, it'll end up being forgotten. That's why it's so hard to remember meals. In the same way, if you're not doing things that are unique and different and memorable, this year can come to resemble the last, and end up being just as forgettable as yesterday's lunch. That's why it's so important to pack your life with interesting experiences that make your life memorable, and provide a texture to the passage of time." -JF
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