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Posts tagged "nostalgia"

Jan 17, 2013
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Nov 03, 2011
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Dec 07, 2010
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Oliver Sacks talks about his desk

I want company, even if it’s inorganic…I think some of the happiest years of my life were between 10 and 14 when I had a passion for chemistry in general, and metals, in particular. And now, I’ve left my hometown, and my parents are dead, and my brothers are dead, and so much of the past is gone…this rather childlike, chemical bench-like desk appeals to me, gives me some comfort, and makes me feel at home.

Don’t miss the end, when he draws!

Dec 04, 2010
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See where you’re coming from. | Indexed

Jessica (who grew up not too far from me in Ohio) nails it again.

See where you’re coming from. | Indexed

Jessica (who grew up not too far from me in Ohio) nails it again.

Oct 07, 2010
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Saul Steinberg, with himself as a Little Boy, Long Island, 1978, photo by Evelyn Hofer

I’ve never seen this in color before!! (Here’s a higher-res version.)

(via lephilosophe)

Saul Steinberg, with himself as a Little Boy, Long Island, 1978, photo by Evelyn Hofer

I’ve never seen this in color before!! (Here’s a higher-res version.)

(via lephilosophe)

Jul 25, 2010
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And at the end of it he knew, and with the knowledge came the definite sense of new direction toward which he had long been groping, that the dark ancestral cave, the womb from which mankind emerged into the light, forever pulls one back—but that you can’t go home again. ¶ The phrase had many implications for him. You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man’s dream of glory and fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing’s sake … back home to places in the country … back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory. ¶ In a way, the phrase summed up everything he had ever learned.
— Thomas Wolfe, You Can’t Go Home Again

Jul 01, 2010
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I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders.

Jun 04, 2010
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Apr 30, 2010
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I remember Saturday night baths and Sunday morning comics.
— Joe Brainard, I Remember
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