By Kathleen Lynch:
Via Jack Cheng
He finished going through my work, and said into the phone, “Janet, could you hold on for a moment?” He covered the receiver with his hand, and I leaned forward in my chair. “You know, Frank, after looking at this…” My eyes widened. Okay, here we go. Finally, some honest feedback. Something other than “looks great.”
“Needs more love,” he said to me. “Okay, Janet, I’m back. Sorry for that, just have a student in here.” He waved his hand to shoo me out of his office. He wished me well on my trip and said that he would see me next week in class. He smiled.
“Needs more love.” Best damn advice I’ve ever gotten. You can keep your practicality and your action items and your take-aways. You can have your instructional advice, your recipes, your prescribed steps to fulfillment, and your ladder-climbing. I’ve got this: this little gem of insight from a man who taught me so much. The only thing that matters is that we care more than we already do about the people and places and projects that we give our time and attention. We’ve got to believe in the stuff.
My bedroom is freshly cleaned. And since I’m not traveling in February, I just might sleep there once or twice.
I think most creative people want to express appreciation for being able to take advantage of the work that’s been done by others before us. I didn’t invent the language or mathematics I use. I make little of my own food, none of my own clothes. Everything I do depends on other members of our species and the shoulders that we stand on. And a lot of us want to contribute something back to our species and to add something to the flow. It’s about trying to express something in the only way that most of us know how—because we can’t write Bob Dylan songs or Tom Stoppard plays. We try to use the talents we do have to express our deep feelings, to show our appreciation of all the contributions that came before us, and to add something to that flow. That’s what has driven me.
Beirut - Goshen
You’re the face in stone, through the land I own.
You never found it home.
You’re not the girl I used to know.
| Andrea: | helllo dave are ou there? |
|---|---|
| Tim: | Is that French? |
| Tim: | Oh, NVM. I saw your email. It's drunk :) |
| Andrea: | eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, i'm very drunk and i'm tryring to fugures our how ot turn off adds' |
| Andrea: | i'm taking a vacation from friday-monday |
| Tim: | Haha, I'll get your ads. |
| Andrea: | dear tim, i love you very mush |
| Dave: | Wowza |
Palace Brothers - All is Grace
The blessed grace of waking up—of breathing in the sheets. And hello to you, at the window, hello to you.
The problem with the Internet startup craze isn’t that too many people are starting companies; it’s that too many people aren’t sticking with it. That’s somewhat understandable, because there are many moments that are filled with despair and agony, when you have to fire people and cancel things and deal with very difficult situations. That’s when you find out who you are and what your values are.
So when these people sell out, even though they get fabulously rich, they’re gypping themselves out of one of the potentially most rewarding experiences of their unfolding lives. Without it, they may never know their values or how to keep their newfound wealth in perspective.
If you need inspiration to drop out of an Ivy League school and move to the middle of nowhere, I’m your man.
Just do me a favor and tell your mom first, okay?
Al Green - I Want To Hold Your Hand
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