To the Roots
to be a radical is no more than that:
to go to the roots."
- josé martí
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‘tsundoku’ - the Japanese word for buying books & not reading them, leaving them to pile up.
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“I thought it was weird when you picked us to make a documentary. But, all in all, I think an ordinary paper company like Dunder Mifflin was a great...”
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my eyes hurt from crying over the office finale.
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“Do I get along with my co-workers? Well, first of all, I don’t have co-workers anymore. I have subordinates. So, have I gotten along with my...”
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it’s about this time of year i get emails about nanowrimo. okay. it’s been a thing since 2006 so i feel obliged to attend. hell, i even try to do the damn thing - that’s neither here nor there. there’s also no denying that its a great thing! getting people to write, to think, to expand upon their universe. yet, every year, i find myself scrolling the forums, aimlessly looking for writer’s i’ll identify with. i browse all ages, the music threads, the threads for people in their 20s, historical fiction, literary fiction, off topic, off the grid… i guess i keep forgetting how young it’s become - which again, a great thing - because i see so many posts about how erotic fiction, or sex scenes, are gross or drinking is evil. so many anime avatars… so many epic science fiction/fantasy world sagas that are so unbelievably convoluted in their synopsis…
i think i’ll just finish territories of resistance, continue to listen through godspeed’s discography for the first time in a long time and put it out of my mind until november, when i’ll attempt 50,000 words, probably fail because i’ll forget i’m participating and write on regardless. now, to finish my beer…
