January 2010
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Time is matter here
Time is matter here The freight train I saw in the morning still in the evening inching across the flatlands word after slow word too many to count
And you are matter— your eyes, your long legs, slow breath sometimes catching in your sleep, your head resting against the bus window, tired horse, tired rider
Jean Valentine (1934)
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2010 Environmental Performance Index →
The 2010 Environmental Performance Index (EPI) ranks 163 countries on 25 performance indicators tracked across ten well-established policy categories covering both environmental public health and ecosystem vitality.
(Rankings at page 9)
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I can assure you that there is the greatest practical benefit in making a few...
– Thomas Henry Huxley - On Medical Education (1870)
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I had kissed her before of course, but this was different. Now when we kissed, I...
– Tony Parsons - Man and Boy
*Note* I apologize for throwing up this greatness all over your dashes, but I think you should know that - it’s brilliant.
(via smileawhileforme)
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Arrhythmia
He shouldn’t, but he does. He runs up hills, thinking about her inaccessibility, her vanishings, her panics, and her pills, her ever-constant instability. He stops at Dyson’s summit, staring out, over the edge, at the alien world below, knowing there’s just one thing he cares about: Where is she now? And why did she go? He feels the syncopation of his heart, its whirling...
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You will never be alone with a poet in your pocket.
– John Adams - Letter to John Quincy Adams (14 May 1781)
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Why is the word yes so brief? It should be the longest, the hardest, so that you could not decide in an instant to say it, so that upon reflection you could stop in the middle of saying it.
Vera Pavlova (1963)
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My father was shot full of morphine and his skin no longer had the colour of...
– Tony Parsons, Man and Boy (1999)
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