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the leery light of childhood,glimpses into a dizzying world of fearful and pointless gestures, and other listless adventures...

Teer-lil-lilli-dong: Chuck and Geck and Other Books by Arkady Gaidar

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Teer-lil-lilli-dong! Teer-lil-lilli-dong!  Who remembers Arkady Gaidar ? At some point in my childhood, when the sky was full of stars, I ...
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What exactly are you supporting?

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'We can go back in time and look at people cheerleading the Iranian revolution or the Zimbabwean anti-colonial struggle or the ANC ...

Blue pill, red pill

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" [Y]ou are a slave... born into bondage, born into a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison for your mind. Unfortun...

The future is an apathetic void

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No Birds This Winter

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Once upon a time, in times such as these, migratory birds used to come to this city. You could see them everywhere: around the marshes and p...
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Time to remember Johnny Sokko and his flying robot

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We came into this world when all the old and serious ideologies were either dead or had transformed themselves into churches with their own ...
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Vague traces

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Vague traces of childhood return to haunt. You feel miserable and low. You sit for hours looking at the blank pulse of the electronic screen...
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The oldest game

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Choronzon: "I am anti-life, the beast of judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds … of ev...

Constructions of History

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" The constructions of history are comparable to military orders that discipline the true life and confine it to barracks. On the othe...

The best way to organise ebooks, notes, & references for your PhD

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Surely, I do not mean "the" best way. The best way is for you to find out, one and/or the combinations that suits you the most. H...
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Eternity, Bathroom, Smoke and Spiders

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"Men always represent eternity as an incomprehensible idea, as a something immense- immense! But why should this necessarily be the cas...

Being Caliban

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'Why do you read Western theory and literature?" he asked disapprovingly, looking at the books on my bookshelf. I was shocked: this...

I pay out my line

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"The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by ...

Youth

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A young couple pose for a photo in front of Jinshui Bridge in Tian'anmen Square, Beijing, on March 23, 2009. Student protestors struggle...
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'Any Where Out of This World!'

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"This life is a hospital in which each sick man is possessed by a desire to change beds. One would prefer to suffer by the stove. Anot...

"Remember When"- Sharing is Caring

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In this world of webs, deceptions, and sickening credit-carded entertainments, and where strangers walk the nights of the ether in their wak...

Miraculous and sacred stoopidity

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Growl! I received that mail for the umpteenth time! Earlier I had it from MBAs, corporate executives, NGO scions, smart-ass journalists, and...
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Nowhere to go

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And in another land and time, a Marmdadoff tells a schismatic student who might not be Raskolnikoff: "Can you understand, sir, what it ...

Writing is a con

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Any child can see that the map is not the ground. You cannot make a “reliable” map. A map, like a scientific theory, or consciousness itself...

Quotes from "Upside down"

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"Today, there are certain things one can't say in the face of public opinion: * capitalism wears the stage name "market econom...

Utopia, toothache, and Orwell's diaries

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Nearly all creators of Utopia have resembled the man who has toothache, and therefore thinks happiness consists in not having toothache. The...

There is a crack in everything

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The anthem concludes: Ring the bells that still can ring  Forget your perfect offering  There is a crack, a crack in everything  That's ...

Slumdog, caramba, and an old ad jingle

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In the search for superlatives, the limits of sense and decency have long been passed. Did you ever think a person living in the Mumbai slum...

The inferno of living

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"The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every ...

Too many people have died

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Pete Seeger has grown old, Bobbie Dylan has changed, and what you thought were your tunes and words have died. But yes, too many people hav...

Stories, statistics, and lives

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"Without individuals we see only numbers: a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, "casualties may rise to a million." With ...

"Take the slack"

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FROM THE ANNALS OF AN UNIDENTIFIED, BESPECTACLED, ASTHMATIC AND RHEUMATIC ROCK CLIMBER, VERGING ON EARLY MIDDLE AGE, WHO HAD HAD ENOUGH OF R...
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Words, warmth, and peace

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You wander... You wander through the mindlessness of ether, you wear your trousers rolled, and you see words and images combining and confus...

Speak to Me

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Speak to me when the stars are dead or gone and the streets are emptied of the pained and painted faces of reporters howl...

The best and the worst of martial arts movies

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T his week resulted in a curious film-viewing adventure when I happened to watch a few martial arts movies, cutting across genres, and downl...
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