iworkatapubliclibrary

You, For You and You and

iworkatapubliclibrary:

I was in the stacks helping a young girl find a particular series of books.

Me [handing her a book]: “If you like that series, you might like this one.”

Girl [frowning]: “My friend says that series is for boys.”

Me: “You wanna know a secret? They’re for everybody. You can read whatever the heck you want.”

Girl [grins and takes book]

what a cute tumblr

hiniascott
Many writers, young and old, never learn to write from the heart. This is not a matter of writing sentimentally, that is, writing with exaggerated emotions to manipulate the reader so that tears well up, the way soaring music can cause us to cry in a feel-good movie. Rather, it is a matter of losing one’s ego as a write and burrowing deep into oneself to find one’s characters, and this follows from finding empathy for one’s fellow citizens of the planet.
Larry Edgerton, Approaches to Critical Thinking and Writing (via hiniascott)
art-activism
I remember once, working as a packer in this lighting fixture company, one of the packers suddenly said: “I’ll never be free!” One of the bosses was walking by (his name was Morrie) and he let out this delicious cackle of a laugh, enjoying the fact that this fellow was trapped for life. So, the luck I finally had in getting out of those places, no matter how long it took, has given me a kind of joy, the jolly joy of the miracle. I now write from an old mind and an old body, long beyond the time when most men would ever think of continuing such a thing, but since I started so late I owe it to myself to continue, and when the words begin to falter and I must be helped up stairways and I can no longer tell a bluebird from a paperclip, I still feel that something in me is going to remember (no matter how far I’m gone) how I’ve come through the murder and the mess and the moil, to at least a generous way to die. To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.
djsiroky

That sets the precedent, it seems (with a grateful acknowledgement to Jon Oliver for the idea), that the Supreme Court should allow real persons to withhold a percentage of their income taxes that go toward wars and prisons, if they so wish. Of course, the federal courts have repeatedly rejected the right of individual taxpayers to withhold a portion of their taxes in objection to how the money would be spent. On the other hand, it just ruled that a business, which is not a person, doesn’t have to spend money on a specific type of federally mandated health care.

the Jon Oliver bit is great

ceruleanposts
The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it’s only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think, the way they see themselves, the way they see the world — you can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.
Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via meditationsinwonderland)