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  • Doug Belshaw 6:57 am on June 29, 2020 Permalink | Reply
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    Take no enterprise in hand at haphazard, or without regard to the principles governing its proper execution.

    Marcus Aurelius

     
  • Doug Belshaw 2:42 pm on June 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply
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    Laws are often made by fools, and even more often by men who fail in equity because they hate equality, but always by men, vain authorities who can resolve nothing.

    Michel de Montaigne, ‘On experience’

     
  • Doug Belshaw 8:57 am on May 25, 2020 Permalink | Reply
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    If Google or Facebook have arbitrary and inscrutable algorithms, so do people’s impulses and memories, and their decisions as to how to spend their time. That is, the open web has the same underlying problem as a closed propriety discovery platform – it’s just expressed in a different way. More stuff is created every day than you could read in a lifetime – there’s always going to be a filter.

    Benedict Evans

     
  • Doug Belshaw 3:58 pm on May 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply
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    I remember hearing a story once when I was a kid about a guy who crashed his car out on a remote country road somewhere. He got pinned in place somehow, unable to move or call for help; his car’s tape deck was the kind that would auto-flip to the other side of the tape, play through to the end, then flip back over and do it all over again, in an endless loop. The guy allegedly spent like seven hours pinned in his still-running car, listening to Wham! the entire time, over and over and over again, with no way to turn it off. That’s what the internet feels like now, only it’s not George Michael, it’s Donald J. Trump and the Hydroxychloroquine Cure, and it’s enough to make anyone quit blogging.

    Geoff Manaugh (via Warren Ellis)

     
  • Doug Belshaw 6:17 am on May 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply
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    Can anything be more thoughtless than the judgement of those men who boast of their forethought? They keep themselves inordinately busy with the task of how they may be able to live better, but they use up life in preparing themselves for life. They organise their thoughts with the distant future in mind; but the greatest waste of life consists in postponement: that is what takes away each day as it comes, that is what snatches away the present while promising something to follow. The greatest obstacle to living is expectation, which depends on tomorrow and wastes today.

    Seneca, ‘On the Shortness of Life’

     
  • Doug Belshaw 6:13 am on May 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply
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    No one will restore your years, no one will restore you once more to yourself. Your life will pursue the path it started on, and will no more check than reverse its course; it will create no uproar, give no warning of its speed: silently it will glide on its way. No further will it extend its course at the command of a king, or because of the people’s approval; just as its path was set from your first day, so will it run, nowhere deviating, nowhere delaying. What will the outcome be? You have busies yourself, life hurries on: death meanwhile will arrive, and for it you must find time, whether you wish it or not.

    Seneca, ‘On the Shortness of Life’

     
  • Doug Belshaw 6:08 am on May 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply
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    Finally, it is generally agreed that no a activity can be properly undertaken by a man who is busy with many things – not eloquence, and not the liberal arts – since the mind, stretched in different directions, takes nothing at any depth but spits out everything that has been, so to speak, crammed into it. Nothing concerns the busy man less than the business of living: nothing is so difficult to learn.

    Seneca, ‘On the Shortness of Life’

     
  • Doug Belshaw 6:06 am on May 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply
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    This length of time you have, that reason prolongs, however swift nature makes its sojourn, is bound to pass quickly through your fingers; for you do not grasp it, or seek to hold onto it, or try to delay the passing of the swiftest thing of all, but allow it to depart, as if it were something surplus to requirement and easily replaced.

    Seneca, ‘On the Shortness of Life’

     
  • Doug Belshaw 6:02 am on May 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply
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    It is not that we have a brief length of time to live, but that we squander a great deal of that time.

    Seneca, ‘On the Shortness of Life’

     
  • Doug Belshaw 5:58 am on May 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply
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    The metaphor is far more intelligent than its author, and this is the case with many things. Everything has its depths. He who has eyes sees something in everything.

    Lichtenberg

     
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