Daniel Gilbert wrote one of my favorite books, Stumbling on Happiness.
And I just encountered this article, with this gem:
He apparently agreed that children are the best thing in a parent’s life, “but only because they tend to get rid of every source of joy we had before they came along.”
Magnetic poetry at my friend John’s house:
There were other great ones, but NSFW.
I wanted to buy Fahrenheit 451 for my Kindle, but was surprised it wasn’t available. I finally caved and bought a paper copy. Then I read this glorious, glorious bit from
91-year-old Ray Bradbury has finally agreed to make his books, most notably Fahrenheit 451, available in digital format after Simon & Schuster released his body of work back into his name. Bradbury has complained that the Internet is a distraction, at best, and has thus far refused to allow his books to appear on ereaders.
The e-edition costs $9.99 and is available on the Kindle and Nook.
In a 2009 New York Times interview, Bradbury railed against ereaders, saying they “smell like burned fuel.”
“Yahoo called me eight weeks ago,” he said, voice rising. “They wanted to put a book of mine on Yahoo! You know what I told them? ‘To hell with you. To hell with you and to hell with the Internet.’”
A favorite warning from a coworker whose native language is not English:
“The results may look bad, or they may not look at all.”
You know what they call helicopter parents in Scandinavia?
Why? Because they “frantically rush ahead of their children, sweeping their paths clear of the tiniest obstacles.”
Dude, that rules.
If you haven’t met the interrobang, well, you’ve been missing out: ‽
If I had a holiday card, this would be it: