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(via bookshelves)

I don’t mean to be unkind, but I don’t get how you can claim to “love books” and have a shelf full of Harry Potter and Jodi Picault. Have we created a nation of people who honestly believe that “reading” is one of their hobbies because they own a copy of The DaVinci Code? Where did we go wrong?

Your homework: Burn your books. All of them. If you think they’re good books, then burn everything else you have that you think is good. Don’t give them away, or donate them – that’s just moving the problem on to some other poor bastard.

Now populate your shelves with: William Faulkner; Vladimir Nabokov; Ernest Hemingway; Hunter S. Thompson; Kurt Vonnegut; Nikolai Gogol; Fyodor Dostoevsky; Frank Kafka; and that’s just for starters.

Come back to me for further recommendations when the fog has lifted from your brain.

I’d forgotten about this lovely reply to one of my photos from 7 years ago. Oh, literary snobbery, you haven’t changed much.

I’d forgotten about it too. I hope you’ve developed a love of literature in the last 7 years, or at least burned your copy of The DaVinci Code.

And what have we learned?

  • Never confuse “snobbery” or “elitism” for having standards. (If you don’t have any standards for yourself, then why should anyone else?)
  • Never confuse “popular” with “good”. (If every book on your bookshelf appeared on a best-seller list, how do you tell the difference?)  
  • Learn to accept criticism, especially from people who have no investment in whether you take their advice or not. (If you find it difficult to accept criticism, you’re missing out on many opportunities to improve. Here are my book reviews. I might have got it all wrong. Please feel free to reblog any of them with any criticism you may have – let’s get a conversation going! I’ve also started a blog of simplified classics called Pretend You’ve Read. Please feel free to criticise anything you feel I got wrong there, too. Why not? Hone your reader’s instincts.)
  • Keep pushing forward. (Otherwise, what are you doing with your life?)
  • Always try to be a better version of yourself. (ditto)
  • Put your energy into creating things, making things and helping people, not into destroying things, taking things apart or trashing people. (I made that post with the sole intention of improving your life. I wasn’t try to upset you or make you feel bad or come across as “snobbery”. I was trying to help you understand what literature is, what it can do, and how you can cut yourself off a slice of that crazy action.)
  • A great way to learn to be a better version of yourself is to read literature. (I assume you understand this better than you did seven years ago. At least, I hope so!)

All from that one little post I reblogged from you 7 years ago. 

Let’s be friends! 

Well actually, my career in publishing and the book industry – which I hadn’t yet begun when I posted this – is down to my passion for all books, whether they’re deemed to be “literature” or not. The book industry is not sustained by holding onto the novels of dead white men, but by recognising that there are gems in all genres, and valuing all readers.

I personally love children’s books and YA. But I also ran a successful Classic Challenge for five years. (Don’t think that was anything to do with you, dear reader).

I have not moved on from Harry Potter or A Series of Unfortunate Events (maybe Dan Brown, but hey, it was seven years ago) and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.” – Haruki Murakami


William Faulkner; Vladimir Nabokov; Ernest Hemingway; Hunter S.
Thompson; Kurt Vonnegut; Nikolai Gogol; Fyodor Dostoevsky; Frank Kafka.

Wow. White guys. So many white guys. They are the one true coming of all literature.

Wow. This guy. Telling OP that all her interests are trash and that she should burn them so she could learn about real literature. Then, seven years later, telling her he was doing it to improve her life.

This whole set of interactions is so new and different. It’s almost like it hasn’t happened a billion times in the last day. Wow.

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Good grief. What a tool.

Don’t you know all good arguments start with “burn that book”?

Frank Kafka.

Frank. 

The day someone tells me to burn books of any kind is the day I know that they are a moron who believes in censorship of individual taste and of FUN. The day that person only recommends books that are on any school syllabus and doesn’t branch out beyond them underscores the point with fifteen exclamation marks.

Probably my favorite is the fact that OP had 2 obvious Richard Dawkins books (The Selfish Gene and The Greatest Show on Earth) indicating a wide and well-nourished range of interests – from evolutionary biology to young adult fantasy to women’s fiction. (and how satisfying and beautiful is her bookshelf!!) I mean, the cure for a balanced literary diet is not “apply a small wodge of tedious historical men’s fiction following the same themes.”

Meanwhile, her self-appointed critic literally just has a list of dead white American/Russian men who wrote Gritty Literary Fiction About Sad Stuff during a narrow period of history. THEY’RE NOT EVEN THE PRETENTIOUS CLASSICS! THEY’RE NOT EVEN THE OBSCURE FARE!

I am actually a lot more accepting about people being snotty about Classics ™ because I accept that they’ve gone so deep that they probably don’t realize how much they need to decompress – they have lost their adaptations to surface life and normal human interaction, like those deepwater fish that you have to bring up slowly in your net, or they’ll burst. But imagine bringing yourself to be snobby about angsty men’s fiction written between 1800 and 2000.

(Also, Frank Kafka. We shouldn’t laugh)

From dumbass’s bio:

I am 41 years old and I live in Ireland.

Oh my god. You are a fucking grown-ass adult. What is your damage that you felt the need to shit on a young woman’s taste in books? People have already pointed out your narrow focus on what you consider to be “good” literature. I would challenge you to read a book not by a white guy every once in a while. You might learn something.

If I ever meet dumbass IRL I will fight him. Physically.

I feel like a point by point answer is warranted, here…

  • I’d forgotten about it too. I hope you’ve developed a love of
    literature in the last 7 years, or at least burned your copy of The DaVinci Code.

She had a love of literature the
whole time. Did you mean to ask whether she had narrowed her interests to match
yours?

  • And what have we learned?

About you?
Nothing good, I’m afraid. We’ve learned that not only have you not realized in
seven years that your previous comment was unwarranted, not at all welcomed,
unproductive, condescending, rude and driven by an astounding inability to
recognize another person’s right to seek happiness through anything else than
the exact intellectual pursuits you have elected, you are the kind of person
who will double down on comments such as this and even elaborate in a
transparent effort to convey your imagined intellectual and moral superiority by
pretending to merely be trying to elevate your lesser fellow creatures.

  • Never confuse “snobbery” or “elitism”
        for having standards. (If you don’t have any standards for yourself,
        then why should anyone else?)

Let’s keep it simple and ignore
whether or not the standards you have are desirable. It’s debatable at best,
but irrelevant to the present discussion.

Choosing what you read based on what
you perceive the quality of the material to be is having standards for
yourself.

Assuming your opinion on novels and
other books is more valid than another person’s and presuming to tell them what
to enjoy is elevating yourself above them. It’s snobbery and elitism, in this
case based on a perceived intellectual superiority.  Note that it is snobbery and elitism whether
or not the intellectual superiority is real.

  • Never confuse “popular” with “good”. (If
        every book on your bookshelf appeared on a best-seller list, how do
        you tell the difference?)

Not
confusing popular with good is a piece of conventional wisdom everybody has
heard at one point or another and which is difficult to argue. Unfortunately, most
people who use it do so in an attempt to paint their rejection of something
popular as worthy of admiration rather than as the simple expression of personal
taste that it is. In order to achieve that, they apply the term popular
strictly to the concept of mainstream popularity and use the word good to
strictly mean adhering to whatever standard of quality they believe in.

One problem with this kind of
philosophy is that this defines a double standard for popularity, where popularity
within one group (the majority of the population) is viewed as insignificant if
not a downright condemnation, while popularity within another group (like, say,
classic literature experts) is perceived as a crowning achievement or as high
praise and proof of quality. It is, again, a sign that an individual or a group
perceives themselves as superior, and their opinion on what constitutes worthy
entertainment as more valuable than most. It goes well beyond stating their opinion
for the benefits of like-minded peers when they move from sharing their
favorites to insisting nothing else is worth reading.

The second problem is the implied
idea that only books which meet your criteria of quality, or which have a
certain literary value, are good. This denies the entertainment value of books
and reduces their role to merely being a subject of intellectual study. Many books
that will never become classics or be worthy of countless re-readings, that do
not aspire to inspire thought or to provoke societal changes, exist solely to
provide entertainment to their readers. If they achieve that and are enjoyed
while doing no harm, they are good books. They may not be smart books, they may
not be world changing books, but they are books that made some people happier
for at least a short while.  

  • Learn to accept criticism, especially from people
        who have no investment in whether you take their advice or not. (If you
        find it difficult to accept criticism, you’re missing out on many
        opportunities to improve. Here are my book reviews.
        I might have got it all wrong. Please feel free to reblog any of them with
        any criticism you may have – let’s get a conversation going! I’ve also started
        a blog of simplified classics called Pretend You’ve
        Read
    . Please feel free to criticise anything you feel I got
        wrong there, too. Why not? Hone your reader’s instincts.)

Good
advice as such. I hope you follow it and heed my words here. I do feel the need
to point out that critics generally do have an investment in whether or not
their advice is followed, else they would not give it uninvited and certainly
not in so much detail. You probably meant to say that you do not stand to make
any material gain one way or the other, which is most likely correct. I would
say that, just like me and many others, your investment when you give advice to
a stranger online lies in the pleasure you derive from influencing people. It
is not a selfless action. That doesn’t mean that enjoying changing people’s
mind is a bad thing, but painting it as a selfless effort to educate others is
being dishonest with both the people you’re talking to and with yourself.  

  • Keep pushing forward. (Otherwise, what are you
        doing with your life?)

Again,
not bad advice. I would say you should follow it yourself and push forward in
your readings, too. Everything you recommended is old and written by people
from the same demographic… it may be time to open yourself up a bit more to
new narratives and learn to ALSO enjoy the writings of at least some of your
contemporaries and some people who are not white men.

  • Always try to be a better version of yourself. (ditto)

You’re implying that the original
poster is currently an inferior version of themselves. I’m going to assume it’s
merely a bad choice of words because you added ‘ditto’. I feel this was
probably meant to temper the attack by presenting it as a universal goal that
even you share, but you have spent a good bit of time now demonstrating that
your views have not evolved in seven years and that you do not see that as an
issue, effectively making it impossible to believe that you actively strive to
become a better you.

Just the same, I do think you didn’t
mean it that way, or you would not have felt the need to try and temper it.
Maybe you meant to advise to embrace personal growth? My comments on that would
repeat what I said on your previous bullet point.

  • Put your energy into creating things, making
        things and helping people, not into destroying things, taking things apart
        or trashing people. (I made that post with the sole intention of
        improving your life. I wasn’t try to upset you or make you feel bad or
        come across as “snobbery”. I was trying to help you understand what
        literature is, what it can do, and how you can cut yourself off a slice of
        that crazy action.)

I again feel like you’re not
following your own good advice. Your previous post, and the opening of this
one, called for destroying creative writings you deemed unworthy and therefore,
taking those writings apart and trashing their authors or at least their authors’
work.

If you wish to help people
understand what literature is, or to put it in terms that do not imply you are
the ultimate authority on the subject, if you wish to help people appreciate
your favorite authors, you might find merely expressing your own love for their
books would work a lot better. Imagine the conversation you could have started,
which could very well have ended with the original poster going out to find
books you recommended, if you’d simply posted something along the lines of “I’m
an avid reader too! My favorites are […], I don’t go for best sellers much. Did
you ever read [pick one of your favorite book]? I recommend it to everyone, I love
it because […].”

That’s what helping people appreciate
what you love looks like once you subtract the urge to portray yourself as
superior and the delusion that only your own preferences are valid.

  • A great way to learn to be a better version of
        yourself is to read literature. (I assume you understand this better
        than you did seven years ago. At least, I hope so!)

It seems like the literature you’ve
been reading has not helped you develop the qualities of modesty and respect. I
hope it has helped you better yourself in other ways since it seems to be what
you desire from it.

  • Let’s be friends! 

Ironically,
it is a common theme of what you would probably deem unworthy works of fiction that love
and friendship develop from one party displaying a solid belief in their own
superiority and a complete inability to show any respect for the other party’s
interests and opinions.It reflects the real world about as much as dragons do.

I’m crying Karama this is so beautiful

Hemingway said that writing was easy. “All you do is sit down at the typewriter and bleed.”

All books have value, because even if you dislike them or disagree with them, you are refining your tastes and skills to express your own tale using their pages. They are the records of misdeeds, of hopes, of thought processes. They are cultural waves, metamorphosis, age, and transition. They are the footsteps of your migration through time. They are wisdom and the gaining of it. They are all art, whether you know how to appreciate them or not, because all art is expression. All art is commentary. All art is reflective.

Any man who demands you destroy this has no respect for anything. I’d rather put him on a barbecue spit and burn him, sacrificing one life for the good of many, than to ever allow one book to touch a flame.

“Read, read, read. Read everything – trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read!”  – William Faulkner

“Just as the universal family of gifted writers transcends national barriers, so is the gifted reader a universal figure, not subject to spatial or temporal laws. It is he—the good, the excellent reader—who has saved the artists again and again from being destroyed by emperors, dictators, priests, puritans, philistines, political moralists, policemen, postmasters, and prigs. Let me define this admirable reader. He does not belong to any specific nation or class. No director of conscience and no book club can manage his soul. His approach to a work of fiction is not governed by those juvenile emotions that make the mediocre reader identify himself with this or that character and “skip descriptions.” The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book. The admirable reader does not seek information about Russia in a Russian novel, for he knows that the Russia of Tolstoy or Chekhov is not the average Russia of history but a specific world imagined and created by individual genius. The admirable reader is not concerned with general ideas; he is interested in the particular vision. He likes the novel not because it helps him to get along with the group (to use a diabolical progressive-school cliche); he likes the novel because he imbibes and understands every detail of the text, enjoys what the author meant to be enjoyed, beams inwardly and all over, is thrilled by the magic imageries of the master-forger, the fancy-forger, the conjuror, the artist. Indeed of all the characters that a great artist creates, his readers are the best” – Vladimir Nabokov

“I think it can be tremendously refreshing if a creator of literature
has something on his mind other than the history of literature so far.
Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to speak.” – Kurt Vonnegut

“Writing is a form of prayer” – FRANZ Kafka

For reference, @solo1y that’s what your “great classic authors” had to say about the value of the written word.

Perhaps you should have read more closely.

Mayor Cuts Down Man’s 30-Year-Old Majestic Tree, His Revenge Is Awesome

kdhume:

germicidal-quarian:

mirrorada:

culturenlifestyle:



This is one of the best stories we read in a long time. An arborist AKA a tree caretaker and tree surgeon from Redondo Beach, California had to watch the death of one of his favorite trees, which was ordered by the mayor. Although he lost a great battle, he won the war. Find out how he avenged the death of his 30-year-old pepper tree named Clyde.


His story was recently shared online and has already been shared over 150k times. RIP Clyde.


Credits: GoblinsStoleMyHouse

fuck yes

Real direct action

The most solarpunk of solarpunks

I nominate you for cryptid status, my friend. You are a Cousin of mine, because you are, as the kids say “savage”.

Long live the forests.

julyninths:

simonalkenmayer:

julyninths:

simonalkenmayer:

julyninths:

It really drives me insane that I don’t know how people feel about me. Like am I nice??? Am I funny???? Am I mean???? Am I rude??? Am I obnoxious??? Am I dumb???? What am I????????????????????

You use too many question marks.

A question mark is an absolute. It requires no addition. Much like infinity + 1 is an extreme term and therefore has come to represent an emphatic and facetious emphasis.

So far, that’s my only input. I’m sure you’re lovely.

I was about to get really sarcastic toward you and your grammar lesson but then you added the bit about me being lovely so I’ll let it slide thanks pal.

It wasn’t a grammar lesson. You said you wanted to know what people thought of you. It was a first impression. I have no idea what you’re like, but the fact that you care, and that you wonder indicates you are not a sociopath, although it does seem to indicate some minor narcissism in conflict with an anxiety possibly to do with perhaps being picked on as a child? It feels to you, as if there is a conflict between these two, but in fact there isn’t. A mild streak of narcissism is vitally important, as it helps you preserve yourself in the face of stress, especially to do with what others think of you. The fact that you wonder what you are, indicates that you feel awkward toward others, which is sometimes indicative of youth, but often also indicative of a lack of confidence. Often the two go hand in hand.

I have trouble with humor. all that was meant to be somewhat funny, but also somewhat helpful.

Have confidence, my dear. It does not matter what people think of you, so long as you live up to your own code. Part of ageing and life is discovering what that code is. Who are you? That is the mission of life. Find what you uphold to be sacred and defend it. If you do that, and do it with deep introspection, time will be the only judge.

You will do fine.

Thanks, friend, that’s very nice.

Given how many notes this post has, I’m stunned you replied, but grateful I could say that.

I have confidence in you.

Ron: I like your pants.
Hermione: Thanks. They were 50% off.
Ron: I’d like them 100% off.
Hermione: The store can’t just sell free stuff.
Ron: That’s not what I-
Hermione: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Ronald.

youcantseebutimmakingaface:

lulu-honey:

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wonderswoman:

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wonderswoman:

300 drones lit up the LA sky to celebrate

the blu-ray release. LEGENDS ONLY!!!!

AND IT IS A FUCKING DRONE TEAM OF WOMEN! I AM LIVING!

THE FUTURE IS FEMALE! 

That is pretty damn cool

I gasped out loud

Holy fucking shit.

As a side note I never want to hear ‘UFO sightings’ about a bunch of things flying in formation then suddenly separating and zipping off ever again.

Ever.

I was about to say the same thing. It doesn’t matter now if there are spacecraft, because we can no longer be sure.

Also…David Copperfield can fly. I’ve seen it, so it must be real.

I like your blog! Very wordy, but it makes me slow down and take it in. (Also, please do the things with old words. My family has a ‘competition’ to see who can find the longest and/or weirdest words.)

It has already begun. See the promised tag #Simon teaches Old^TM words

“Wordy” you say? Allow me to say that I hold my readers in high regard. I call them “gentle readers” out of respect. I speak accurately and to the purpose. I speak in my natural way. I speak presuming the best of you – that you are all wonderfully intelligent, open-minded people who enjoy language. I am always polite and decorous. I have no other intention but that.

I am very Old. I try very hard to incorporate new slang, but it is an effort i have to make. I’ve lived a long while and always in the same head. Can you blame me?

If you think this is bad, you ought to read my books. Bloody boring things they are. I’ve no idea why anyone bothers.

That isn’t an attempt to glean compliments. I really have no idea. And if any of you reply to this with a compliment, i will eat you.

Hey Simon, I’m feeling bogged down by the weight of life, can you say something to help me feel better?

humanityhasdisappeared:

simonalkenmayer:

fernlom:

simonalkenmayer:

In 1998, Jo Ann had a heart attack and fell to the floor of her trailer. She could not rise, nor move.  She shouted for help and no one heard her. Her pet pot-bellied pig, Lulu, would continually come to her and lick her face and hands.

Seemingly, as if in luck, Jo Ann heard a man’s voice. A person was at her oor, even though her home was set back from the main road, quite far. The man heard her shouts for help, broke into the trailer, and called 911, rescuing Jo Ann. She was taken to a hospital where emergency open-heart surgery was performed.

Later she was told that the man only knew to come to the door, because Lulu had been lying in the street, as if dead. He stopped his car, and thought it odd that a pig was lying in the road. When he moved to help the pig, it leapt up and ran toward the house, behaving as if it wanted him to follow. When they reached the trailer, the man knocked, and heard Jo Ann’s cries for help.

Later, it was learned that Lulu had done this repeatedly to several other cars, scraping her stomach raw by pressing her wide body through the tiny dog door set into the trailer’s door. Lulu struggled, back and forth. Each time a car ignored her squeals for help, she would return, squeeze through the door, check on her mother, and then return to the street to find the next car.

Because of this animal perseverance, Jo Ann lived. Doctors said that if she had lain there for merely a few minutes more, she would have died.

Is that what you had in mind?

Yes

Good. Next time I will tell you about the elephant that stormed a hut in India, but returned to rescue the crying infant it heard inside the rubble.

I’m crying that was so intense

Lulu was given a hero’s medal by the local ASPCA in a ceremony at a posh hotel. She is now dead, but was always her mother’s hero.

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