Some days I am so fcking over social. Instagram. Facebook. Whatevs.
Then I'm scrolling away and find someone amazing, like David Foster Wallace, and I take it all my hating-on-the-URL back.
After watching Charlie Rose interviewing him, I saw a livestream hosted by Maria Popova of BrainPickings in which, in a room across the other side of the world, Amanda Palmer read the most beautiful feminist poem just-written at 3am by her husband Neil Gaiman called The Mushroom Hunters. Amanda Fucking Palmer was exhausted because her baby hadn't slept and her eyelids looked like they needed toothpicks but she smashed the delivery of the poem out of the park.
Like I said, the internet rox.
David Foster Wallace:
"The world will not discourage you from operating on your default-settings, because the men and money and power hums along quite nicely on the fuel and fear and contempt and frustration and craving and the worship of self.
Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom...
But of course there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talked about in the great outside world of winning and achieving and displaying.
The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able to truly care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.
That is real freedom.
The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the "rat race" - the constant knawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing.
I know that this stuff probably doesn't sound or grandly inspirational.
What it is, so far as I can see, is the truth..."