Sing before seven, cry before eleven.
If you can’t do as you wish, do as you can.
When a guest coughs he is lacking a spoon.
When you sweep the house you find everything.
When two say you’re drunk it’s best to go to sleep.
When a fool goes shopping the shopkeepers rejoice.
If you dance at every wedding, you’ll cry at every funeral.
Where people love you, go rarely; where you are hated, go not at all.
Pray that you will never have to endure all that you can learn to bear.
If God lived on earth all his windows would be broken.
Hoping and waiting makes fools out of clever people.
From talebearing and secrets run as from ghosts.
When the people are wrong it’s bitter and bad.
For a little love, you pay with all your life.” —mentholmountains: Yiddish Advisor
- CARRY A BRIEFCASE Where did all the briefcases go? Even high-powered lawyers are walking around with courier bags as if they deliver their own affidavits for a living. It’s only a computer. Why does it have to dangle by your knees like a pothead’s DJ bag? Straps are for the airport, and even then they make you look like you bench-press daffodils for a living. If you are wearing a suit, you have to carry a leather briefcase or at the very least a Filson—not a nylon zip bag that you got free at a conference, not a tote (Jesus, totes? How did we get here? They are for women’s groceries), and not a backpack. I don’t know how many New Yorkers I’ve seen in pinstripe suits with futuristic-looking backpacks that have gel pockets and waterproof headphone holes. They look like accountants for the Sierra Club. If you’re riding your bicycle to work, fine, put on a knapsack. Your laptop is delicate, and to put it anywhere but your back is to jeopardize the hard drive. However, can you at least make it some kind of old-timey canvas and leather? Gadget packs make grown men look like eager-beaver space travelers. Also, after you get off your bike, please refrain from wearing your backpack in the elevator. Carry it at your side like a briefcase. Be a man for once in your life.
There are two veterans of the First World War left in the world. Of all the parts of the world that move on without you, of all the borders beyond the horizon, of all the varying speeds and trajectories and characters and stories colluding together in giant waves of “now,” “yet-to-come,” “once was,” and then it boils down to two. It’s not even the whole hand.
Nine years ago, there were 700 left alive.
With the recent deaths of Frank Buckles, John Babcock and Harry Patch, we are left with Claude Choules and Florence Green. (Upon learning this, Claude remarked: “Everything comes to those who wait and wait.”) Nearly 10,000,000 men were killed in the conflict, 65 million participated, and now we are left with two. Think about that. Think about those numbers. What are you supposed to do when an era is inches away from disappearing?” —The Last Two Veterans Of WWI | The Awl
When people ask me what I do, I say, “I make an iPhone app.” They understand immediately, and explain it to others as, “He makes an iPhone app.” I never forget how fortunate I am that I can be proud of what I do.
If you had to explain your job the way other people do, would you be ashamed of what you do, or would you be proud?
If you can’t be proud of your real job title, maybe it’s time for a change.” —http://www.marco.org/2011/04/17/explain-your-job
Guatemala is a good place to commit a murder, because you will almost certainly get away with it,” a U.N. official has said.
Rodrigo Rosenberg knew that he was about to die. It wasn’t because he was approaching old age—he was only forty-eight. Nor had he been diagnosed with a fatal illness; an avid bike rider, he was in perfect health. Rather, Rosenberg, a highly respected corporate attorney in Guatemala, was certain that he was going to be assassinated.” —Rodrigo Rosenberg’s Murder in Guatemala : The New Yorker
I thought this article on kitchn.com was really great. It talks about the use of a chinese vegetable cleaver as your lone kitchen knife. I love the idea of having a single knife for everything, and even more love the affordability of this particular knife (about $10). The tradeoff is that it is made of carbon steel, so it will rust easy if left in water. But, this little bit of extra attention is worth it to me to be able to get something of quality at a nearly disposable price. I also order the book she mentions, Shark’s Fin and Sichuan Pepper: A Sweet-Sour Memoir of Eating in China, about “the first Westerner to take real cooking classes at a professional cooking school in China”.