“You don’t lead by pointing and telling people some place to go. You lead by going to that place and making a case.”
— Ken Kesey
Lanza la moneda
Cuando te encuentres ante dos opciones, lanza una moneda al aire.
Funciona, no porque resuelva por ti la pregunta, sino porque en ese segundo en el que la moneda está en el aire súbitamente te das cuenta qué es lo que estás deseando con más fuerza.
Traducción libre, via Minimal
Spare time
The work you do while you procrastinate is probably the work you should be doing for the rest of your life.
Jessica Hische (via TryingToFindTheWords)
Picture: Wave II, by James Jean
friendship
Being happy
It’s easy to be miserable. Being happy is tougher — and cooler.
Thom Yorke
Foto: Guido Mocafico – Serpens
Ads and trademarks
People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are “The Advertisers” and they are laughing at you.
You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.
Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.
-Banksy
Foto: Ksfc84
Lentitud y memoria, velocidad y olvido
“There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time. In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.”
Milan Kundera, Slowness (via mills)