“Who has time to read anymore?”
An associate made that comment yesterday in a conversation. “Who can afford to NOT read?” was my reply.
Nicholas Bate reminds us to never stop doing certain things. If it isn’t on the list, adjust priorities.
An associate made that comment yesterday in a conversation. “Who can afford to NOT read?” was my reply.
Nicholas Bate reminds us to never stop doing certain things. If it isn’t on the list, adjust priorities.
Thanks, to all who wished me well on my birthday.
Unlike other social media platforms, Tumblr is akin to these international musical collaborations: it takes a known form and through the varied perspectives and talents of the participants makes something unique and special.
I realize some of you use the site as a private journal, disdaining comments on your posts or reblogs, and others of you only reblog, sharing little of your own personal lives, but I’ve always favored interacting, treating Tumblr as a virtual community.
To mix my metaphors, I “follow” a gumbo of folks: young and older, single and married, from Scandinavia, Australia, the UK, the Baltics and throughout the US, lawyers, homemakers, engineers, poets, baristas, students and teachers, conservatives, liberals, the apolitical and anarcho-progressives, all with varied interests and fixations, from cooking and sports to arachnophilia and naturalism.
I am privileged to call you all “friends.”
Tumblr explained.
Can’t wait to read this.
I find most pop-stoicism to erroneously use what has been called the Dichotomy of Control as prescriptive, rather than seeing it as descriptive viewpoint, and so emphasize emotional regulation, rather than cultivation of virtue, as a goal, the path to a happy life.
I’m still accepting your surplus books. Drop me a message.
Marie who?
In the mail…