In effect, the cost of being who you are is that you can’t possibly fit everyone’s expectations, and so, there will, inevitably, be external conflict to deal with – the friction of being visible. Still, the cost of not being who you are is that while you are busy pleasing everyone around you, a precious part of you is dying inside, and so, there will, in this case, be internal conflict to deal with – the friction of being invisible.Mark Nepo | via
There’s a place in you that you must keep inviolate. You must keep it pristine, clean, so that nobody has a right to curse you or treat you badly, nobody, no mother, father, no wife, no husband, nobody, because that may be the place you go to when you meet god. You need to have a place where you can say stop it, back up. …Say no, when it’s no, say so. Back it up. Because that place has to remain clean, and clear.Dr. Maya Angelou [on video – amazing]
I wish that every woman whose actions and worth are parsed and restricted, congratulated and condemned in this country might just once get to wheel around—on the committee that doesn’t believe their medically corroborated story of assault, or on the protesters who tell them that termination is a sin they will regret, or on the boss who tells them he doesn’t believe in their sexual choices, or on the mid-fifties man who congratulates them, or himself, on finding them appealing deep into their dotage—and go black in the eyes and say, “I don’t fucking care if you like it.”
It is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we receive the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must he laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death. These are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from life out of the imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. These are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. These are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but who wake at dawn to take their places at the now-familiar rut and to merely exist through another day. For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a treadmill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.Thanks, Hunter. You nailed it. | via jenmyers
Death has been heavy on my mind of late, with at least seven people I know directly or tangentially passing away or being diagnosed as terminally ill in the last two weeks.
This short film makes that next step –– the one we never know or expect –– somehow beautiful.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.
Yesterday I tweeted a whole mess of tech jobs. Here’s a quick hit list –– pass ‘em along if you know someone who’s a good fit.
- @adaacademy is hiring a Program Manager. The job starts mid-August. Ping founder @eliseworthy for details.
- @nounproject is hiring a Django / Python Developer and Senior Interaction Designer in LA: thenounproject.com/jobs/
- @knightfdn is hiring a Program Associate in Journalism/Media Innovation: j.mp/1s4FF9A
- @etsy is hiring a PM to help build community tools: etsy.com/careers/job/ox7cZfwz
- @pewtrusts is hiring an Election Data Associate: j.mp/1roTl1w
“This is a family portrait,” says Kristine of a picture she took at a textile factory in India. “The dyed black hands are the father, while the blue and red hands are his sons. They mix dye in these big barrels, and they submerge the silk into the liquid up to their elbows, but the dye is toxic.”
Happiness is seeing the work of a master return to view, however briefly.
–> ps. This Zen Pencils rendering of Watterson’s advice on inventing your own life’s meaning is worth revisiting.