cukursēne
03 July 2015 @ 01:30 pm
kāpēc lasīt  
In a secular age, I suspect that reading fiction is one of the few remaining paths to transcendence, that elusive state in which the distance between the self and the universe shrinks. Reading fiction makes me lose all sense of self, but at the same time makes me feel most uniquely myself.
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A 2011 study published in the Annual Review of Psychology, based on analysis of fMRI brain scans of participants, showed that, when people read about an experience, they display stimulation within the same neurological regions as when they go through that experience themselves. We draw on the same brain networks when we’re reading stories and when we’re trying to guess at another person’s feelings.

Ceridwen Dovey, 2015, Can Reading Make You Happier?

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cukursēne
01 July 2015 @ 08:08 pm
 
He knew now why this tranquil life in sea and sunlight on the rafts seemed to him like an after-life or a dream, unreal. It was because he knew in his heart that reality was empty: without life or warmth or color or sound: without meaning. There were no heights or depths. All this lovely play of form and light and color on the sea and in the eyes of men, was no more than that: a playing of illusions on the shallow void. They passed, and there remained the shapelessness and the cold. Nothing else.

// Ursula K. Le Guin, 1972, The Farthest Shore
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cukursēne
01 July 2015 @ 03:21 pm
the art of asking  
hahaha, viltīgie (ne)grieķi

un nez, kas tad notiktu, ja tiešām viņš to naudu savāktu?
 
 
cukursēne
01 July 2015 @ 03:17 pm
oh?  
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do.”

— Marianne Williamson
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cukursēne
01 July 2015 @ 03:03 am
nekaunība  
kā jums liekas, vai ir slikti gribēt "darbu, kurš kaulus nelauž"?
 
 
cukursēne
30 June 2015 @ 11:08 pm
 
"I'm just a dumb kid. I dress up like an adult and skip school every once in a while to see what being an adult is like. Okay? I just want to know if growing up is worth it. That's all. And so I follow the most miserable-looking adult to work, because I just know that's going to be me someday - the most miserable adult on the train. I need to know if I can take it."
She said, "Take what?"
I said, "Being a miserable adult."

Matthew Quick, 2013, Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock
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cukursēne
29 June 2015 @ 04:43 am
forgive me, leonard peacock  
grūti lasīt grāmatas par jauniešiem ar problēmām, kur figurē skola un skolotāji, kas ignorē, un/vai skolotāji, kas cenšas palīdzēt, kuriem tie jaunieši savas problēmas slēpj vai, reizēm, pavisam reti - atklāj; tagad tas liek man raudāt vēl vairāk, jo dažreiz manā iztēlē tiem jauniešiem ir manu skolēnu sejas
 
 
cukursēne
29 June 2015 @ 12:59 am
forward  
"Izšķirošais punkts ir tad, kad tu vari pieņemt savu dzīvi tādu, kāda tā ir tieši šobrīd, nevis vēlāk, kad situācija uzlabosies."
 
 
cukursēne
27 June 2015 @ 03:10 am
p.s. atpakaļ rīgā  
ir mazliet tā, it kā es būtu patiešām bijusi pēdējo laiku citā pasaulē, ne tikai lasījusi par to (kopš sācies atvaļinājums, tātad, pēdējās nedēļas laikā, esmu izlasījusi tieši par 300% vairāk (ne mācību - tās neskaitās) grāmatu, nekā visā mācību gadā)

esmu arī daudz visa kā izdomājusi, ar mazu bērnu, ārzemnieku un fantasy palīdzību
gribas to kaut kā sakārtot, pierakstīt, bet pagaidām sajūta, tos domu pavedienus ķerot, kā rakāties ar stīvām, nosalušām rokām pa dīķi un cerēt noķert slidenas un veiklas zivis,kas noskaņotas nedoties rokā
 
 
cukursēne
27 June 2015 @ 02:13 am
anime mindset  
- o, chibi cilvēki.
- jā, tos sauc par bērniem...
 
 
cukursēne
25 June 2015 @ 01:18 am
 
He repeated the story he liked to tell us. The one with the small boy who was trying to lift a rock in his garden, and the boy's dad was watching him heave and sweat and struggle, but get nowhere. Eventually the dad asks, "Why don't you use all of your strength?" And the boy says "I am, daddy. I am using all of my strength." And his dad says, "No you're not. You haven't asked me for help."

Nathan Filer, 2013, The Shock of the Fall
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cukursēne
21 June 2015 @ 01:14 pm
"my wrestling name could be Ultimate Worrier"  
Worry is a special form of fear. To create worry, humans elongate fear with anticipation and memory, expand it in imagination, and fuel it with emotion. The uniquely human mental process called worrying depends upon having a brain that can reason, remember, reflect, feel and imagine. (..) Worry is what humans do with simple fear once it reaches their cerebral cortex. They make it complex.

// Edward M. Hallowell, 1997, Worry , Controlling It and Using It Wisely
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cukursēne
17 June 2015 @ 08:51 pm
 
brrrrleska
 
 
cukursēne
13 June 2015 @ 05:33 pm
some say  
even caring has a motive
 
 
cukursēne
13 June 2015 @ 02:17 am
 
boobs
 
 
cukursēne
10 June 2015 @ 07:34 am
nesteidzies  
miega bads beidzot atspēlējas nelaikā - nogulēju visus modinātājus un gandrīz nokavēju braukšanu uz darbu. īstenībā reāli nesaprotu, kā es pamodos. uzrāvu vakardienas ietērpu, paķēru somu un jozu, by a hair's breadth paspēju uz pēdējo transportu, ar kuru var nenokavēt.

nu, un tad, protams, meitenīte, kurai te būtu jābūt, neatnāk. vai morāle būtu - "ja esi aizgulējies, guli tik tālāk"? :D
 
 
cukursēne
08 June 2015 @ 06:14 pm
right..  
"change the game, don't let the game change you"
 
 
cukursēne
08 June 2015 @ 12:49 am
lieliskais astoņnieks un 5 in 1  
prieciņš
♥♥♥
 
 
cukursēne
04 June 2015 @ 09:09 pm
prioritātes  
laime ir tad, kad ir tik lielisks mēģinājums, kā šodien
 
 
cukursēne
02 June 2015 @ 09:27 pm
to-do  
es īsti vairs neatceros labi padarīta darba sajūtu, ko tūliņ vai pēc pavisam neilga laika kā liels mākonis neaptumšotu Kaut Kas Cits Darāms. nez, vai tā tagad būs vienmēr.