Busyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against emptiness; obviously your life cannot possibly be silly or trivial or meaningless if you are so busy, completely booked, in demand every hour of the day. I once knew a woman who interned at a magazine where she wasn’t allowed to take lunch hours out, lest she be urgently needed for some reason. This was an entertainment magazine whose raison d’être was obviated when “menu” buttons appeared on remotes, so it’s hard to see this pretense of indispensability as anything other than a form of institutional self-delusion. More and more people in this country no longer make or do anything tangible; if your job wasn’t performed by a cat or a boa constrictor in a Richard Scarry book I’m not sure I believe it’s necessary. I can’t help but wonder whether all this histrionic exhaustion isn’t a way of covering up the fact that most of what we do doesn’t matter. —
The Busy Trap by Tim Kreider
Such an incredibly accurate and ultimately depressing article.
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jakisbrain asked: I'm petrified to watch the movie as I think the book is perfect minus the last five pages. Can I watch the movie and still love it all?
YES! If anything see it for the amazing graphics and scenery. I loved the book (minus the last 5 pages too because W T F) but I thought the movie was a perfect interpretation of the book…in some ways even better actually. The movie cuts out some of the unnecessary stuff and I think it gives more of an answer at the end instead of making you decide for yourself.