Open Loops & Lemons & Other Others ๐Ÿš๐Ÿซง๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿชž

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  • all we have are our stories, our constructions of reality, and in turn, there is so much we can do to shape those stories and constructions. (View Highlight)
  • These skeptics were so compelling in their earnestness, which is why I lingered, which is how I heard more about what informed the worldview that brought them to that day, with materials they said they paid for and printed out to share with passerby likely to rebuff them on a beautiful sunny late-afternoon in San Francisco. (View Highlight)
  • These skeptics were so compelling in their earnestness, which is why I lingered, which is how I heard more about what informed the worldview that brought them to that day, with materials they said they paid for and printed out to share with passerby likely to rebuff them on a beautiful sunny late-afternoon in San Francisco. (View Highlight)
  • These skeptics were so compelling in their earnestness, which is why I lingered, which is how I heard more about what informed the worldview that brought them to that day, with materials they said they paid for and printed out to share with passerby likely to rebuff them on a beautiful sunny late-afternoon in San Francisco (View Highlight)
  • After that I wondered, Why donโ€™t I do this more often when I meet people Iโ€™d want to talk more with? Why donโ€™t I send more long emails and schedule more catchups with the people in my life? Wouldnโ€™t I want to find ways to be more present with them, even as weโ€™re physically apart? (View Highlight)
  • The compression asked of tweet writing can often lead to a loss of nuance, fuel context collapse, but, also, can offer a poetic potential, a liminal, sensory state that reminds me of Rilkeโ€™s notion of non-identity, and a notion of poetry in which things could be different from what they are, could be otherwise from themselves (View Highlight)
  • In a half-hearted Halloween costume, I wore my most scarecrow-like clothes, and thought it would be funny to be an incompetent scarecrow who loves birds. At a cohortmateโ€™s birthday after the first week of lectures, we saw a hummingbird perched in the backyard โ€” she looked so wondrous that even if I had seen something like that before, it felt like I was witnessing a hummingbird take pause for the first time, ever. My phone runs out of storage often because I have 20gb of iMessages I havenโ€™t figured out how to backup to the Cloud because I am a hoarder (โ€œcollector,โ€ โ€œarchivist,โ€ so to speak, and so on, and so forth,) of digital ephemera (View Highlight)
  • In a half-hearted Halloween costume, I wore my most scarecrow-like clothes, and thought it would be funny to be an incompetent scarecrow who loves birds. At a cohortmateโ€™s birthday after the first week of lectures, we saw a hummingbird perched in the backyard โ€” she looked so wondrous that even if I had seen something like that before, it felt like I was witnessing a hummingbird take pause for the first time, ever. My phone runs out of storage often because I have 20gb of iMessages I havenโ€™t figured out how to backup to the Cloud because I am a hoarder (โ€œcollector,โ€ โ€œarchivist,โ€ so to speak, and so on, and so forth,) of digital ephemera (View Highlight)
  • A notion of writing poetry as crafting trinkets, things that could be otherwise from themselves, for future selves. Future souvenirs from past selves (View Highlight)

title: โ€œOpen Loops & Lemons & Other Others ๐Ÿš๐Ÿซง๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿชžโ€ author: โ€œjessicaโ€ url: โ€https://magpiemirror.substack.com/p/open-loops-and-lemons-and-other-others?utm_source=post-email-title&publication_id=989447&post_id=85398834&isFreemail=true&utm_medium=emailโ€ date: 2023-12-19 source: reader tags: media/articles

Open Loops & Lemons & Other Others ๐Ÿš๐Ÿซง๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿชž

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Highlights

  • all we have are our stories, our constructions of reality, and in turn, there is so much we can do to shape those stories and constructions. (View Highlight)
  • These skeptics were so compelling in their earnestness, which is why I lingered, which is how I heard more about what informed the worldview that brought them to that day, with materials they said they paid for and printed out to share with passerby likely to rebuff them on a beautiful sunny late-afternoon in San Francisco. (View Highlight)
  • These skeptics were so compelling in their earnestness, which is why I lingered, which is how I heard more about what informed the worldview that brought them to that day, with materials they said they paid for and printed out to share with passerby likely to rebuff them on a beautiful sunny late-afternoon in San Francisco. (View Highlight)
  • These skeptics were so compelling in their earnestness, which is why I lingered, which is how I heard more about what informed the worldview that brought them to that day, with materials they said they paid for and printed out to share with passerby likely to rebuff them on a beautiful sunny late-afternoon in San Francisco (View Highlight)
  • After that I wondered, Why donโ€™t I do this more often when I meet people Iโ€™d want to talk more with? Why donโ€™t I send more long emails and schedule more catchups with the people in my life? Wouldnโ€™t I want to find ways to be more present with them, even as weโ€™re physically apart? (View Highlight)
  • The compression asked of tweet writing can often lead to a loss of nuance, fuel context collapse, but, also, can offer a poetic potential, a liminal, sensory state that reminds me of Rilkeโ€™s notion of non-identity, and a notion of poetry in which things could be different from what they are, could be otherwise from themselves (View Highlight)
  • In a half-hearted Halloween costume, I wore my most scarecrow-like clothes, and thought it would be funny to be an incompetent scarecrow who loves birds. At a cohortmateโ€™s birthday after the first week of lectures, we saw a hummingbird perched in the backyard โ€” she looked so wondrous that even if I had seen something like that before, it felt like I was witnessing a hummingbird take pause for the first time, ever. My phone runs out of storage often because I have 20gb of iMessages I havenโ€™t figured out how to backup to the Cloud because I am a hoarder (โ€œcollector,โ€ โ€œarchivist,โ€ so to speak, and so on, and so forth,) of digital ephemera (View Highlight)
  • In a half-hearted Halloween costume, I wore my most scarecrow-like clothes, and thought it would be funny to be an incompetent scarecrow who loves birds. At a cohortmateโ€™s birthday after the first week of lectures, we saw a hummingbird perched in the backyard โ€” she looked so wondrous that even if I had seen something like that before, it felt like I was witnessing a hummingbird take pause for the first time, ever. My phone runs out of storage often because I have 20gb of iMessages I havenโ€™t figured out how to backup to the Cloud because I am a hoarder (โ€œcollector,โ€ โ€œarchivist,โ€ so to speak, and so on, and so forth,) of digital ephemera (View Highlight)
  • A notion of writing poetry as crafting trinkets, things that could be otherwise from themselves, for future selves. Future souvenirs from past selves (View Highlight)