Going Out On A Friday Night Can Be Depressing
I looked at all of the young, attractive people on the train and suddenly became overwhelmed with the sense that this was THE snapshot of my young adult life: Traveling to Bedford on a Friday night to some unknown party while being surrounded by people who look and act just like me.
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A Relationship with the Infinite
When I was a kid, I was overwhelmed by the concept of infinity. I’d lie in bed at night, in the dark, and try to picture the infinity of space, each limit in my mind giving way giving way giving way until I achieved a kind of vertigo and my skinny little body would tremble as if in orgasm, a conceptual tantra. It was exquisite.
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Daniel is an independent writer, reader, teacher, and philosopher living in San Francisco.
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Occupy Misery Street!
At St. Mark’s bookshop the other night, after skimming through “the sex issue” of Time Out: New York, I picked up the “American Autumn” issue of Ad Busters. I was so moved by it, the beautiful images, the elegant words, and its overall extremist/fanatical take on the world. Then one piece more than any other stood out and shot through me so intensely: a visual essay in tribute to the great John Berger.
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I Don’t Relate To My Friends Who Don’t Have Full-Time Jobs
It’s competitive out there in the job market. This we know. But it’s also competitive between friends. It’s largely unspoken, of course, but the desire to usurp your peers is very real. Unspoken resentments fester that lead people to drift.
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If You’ve Seen Me Dance, I’m Sorry
I imagine that people who see me dancing immediately understand how excruciatingly self-aware I am about it. Then they start to reflect on their own technique. “Do I look like that?” they wonder. “Could I just be jerking around spastically and no one is telling me? How can I ever really know myself? Am I leading a shallow, unexamined life?”
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