#sum

Hanging onto a bad buy will not redeem the purchase. ↗

— Terence Conran

#organization #shopping #things #design

[...] a familiar art historical narrative [...] celebrates the triumph of the expressive individual over the collective, of innovation over tradition, and autonomy over interdependence. [...] In fact, a common trope within the modernist tradition of the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries involved the attempt to reconstruct or recover the lost ideal of an art that is integrated with, rather than alienated from, the social. By and large, however, the dominant model of avant-garde art during the modern period assumes that shared or collective values and systems of meaning are necessarily repressive and incapable of generating new insight or grounding creative praxis. ↗

— Grant H. Kester

#art-history #assumptions #avant-garde #fallacy #meaning

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#infidelity #relationships #seasons #summer #relationships

It is tempting, if the only tool you have is a hammer, to treat everything as if it were a nail. ↗

— Abraham Harold Maslow

#instrumentalism #problem-solving #problems

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dreams

God what an outfield,' he says. 'What a left field.' He looks up at me, and I look down at him. 'This must be heaven,' he says. No. It's Iowa,' I reply automatically. But then I feel the night rubbing softly against my face like cherry blossoms; look at the sleeping girl-child in my arms, her small hand curled around one of my fingers; think of the fierce warmth of the woman waiting for me in the house; inhale the fresh-cut grass small that seems locked in the air like permanent incense; and listen to the drone of the crowd, as below me Shoelss Joe Jackson tenses, watching the angle of the distant bat for a clue as to where the ball will be hit. I think you're right, Joe,' I say, but softly enough not to disturb his concentration. ↗

— W.P. Kinsella

#summer #baseball

We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra... ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#crime

Oof!" Adam caught me all right, with the side of his head. I could tell by the feel of his skull on my foot as I kicked him. He grabbed me the best he could anyway, and we half landed, half fell in the pine needles. He lay facedown on the ground. I flopped him over on his back to make sure he was alive. If he had a concussion, we'd have to call the ambulance, which meant we'd get caught and he'd get sent to military school. On the bright side, maybe the military school would not take him if he had brain damage. "I'm so sorry." "Worth it," he grunted. He rolled onto his feet like a ninja and grabbed my hand. "Hurry, before they release the hounds. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#adam-vader #boys-next-door #comedy #echols #endless-summer