Monday, June 6, 2022

One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich - Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Solzhenitsyn's One Day: The book that shook the USSR - BBC News

Solzhenitsyn and Jordan Peterson: Not so strange bedfellows – Workers World



Quotes

“The belly is an ungrateful wretch, it never remembers past favors, it always wants more tomorrow.”

“Can a man who's warm understand one who's freezing?”

“You should rejoice that you're in prison. Here you have time to think about your soul.”

“In our village, folks say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.”

“Beat a dog once and you only have to show him the whip.”

“A genius doesn't adjust his treatment of a theme to a tyrant's taste”

“Literature cannot develop between the categories "permitted"—"not permitted"—"this you can and that you can't." Literature that is not the air of its contemporary society, that dares not warn in time against threatening moral and social dangers, such literature does not deserve the name of literature; it is only a facade. Such literature loses the confidence of its own people, and its published works are used as waste paper instead of being read.
-Letter to the Fourth National Congress of Soviet Writers”

“Work was like a stick. It had two ends. When you worked for the knowing you gave them quality; when you worked for a fool you simply gave him eyewash.”

“Yes, you live with your feet in the mud and there's no time to be thinking about how you got in or how you're going to get out.”

“That bowl of soup—it was dearer than freedom, dearer than life itself, past, present, and future.”


Tuesday, May 17, 2022

90s slang

Aiight
All...
All that and a bag of chips
As if!
Bling
Booyah
Buzz kill
Come with
Da bomb
Don't go there
Fly
FYI
I'm totally buggin'
Infobahn/cyberspace/the net
Judgy
MAD good/easy
My bad
Duh
Not!
Open up a can of whoop-ass
Peace out
Pimpin
Snap
Sup?
Surf the net
Take a chill pill
Talk to the hand
Whatever!
Wicked
Your face

British Phrases

  •  A little bird told me
  • A turn up for the books
  • A fly in the ointment
  • A nod is as good as a wink
  • How do you do?
  • Spend a penny
  • A fish out of water
  • Pardon my French
  • Hanky-panky
  • Codswallop
  • Cost a bomb
  • Dog's dinner
  • Give me a tinkle on the blower
  • Making random words past-tense to mean drunk - "I was absolutely car-parked last night."
  • Over-egg the pudding
  • On the pull
  • Poppycock
  • Quids in
  • Shirty
  • Take the biscuit
  • Wind your neck in
  • Zonked

Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Travels With Herodotus - Ryszard Kapuściński

 “A journey, after all, neither begins in the instant we set out, nor ends when we have reached our door step once again. It starts much earlier and is really never over, because the film of memory continues running on inside of us long after we have come to a physical standstill. Indeed, there exists something like a contagion of travel, and the disease is essentially incurable.”

― Ryszard Kapuściński, Travels with Herodotus

“There aren't many such enthusiasts born. The average person is not especially curious about the world. He is alive, and being somehow obliged to deal with this condition, feels the less effort it requires, the better. Whereas learning about the world is labor, and a great all-consuming one at that. Most people develop quite antithetical talents, in fact - to look without seeing, to listen without hearing, mainly to preserve onself within oneself.”
― Ryszard Kapuściński, Travels with Herodotus

“We do not really know what draws a human being out into the world. Is it curiosity? A hunger for experience? An addiction to wonderment? The man who ceases to be astonished is hollow, possessed of an extinguished heart. If he believes that everything has already happened, that he has seen it all, then something most precious has died within him—the delight in life.”
― Ryszard Kapuściński, Travels with Herodotus

“Such people, while useful, even agreeable, to others, are, if truth be told, frequently unhappy–lonely in fact. Yes, they seek out others, and it may even seem to them that in a certain country or city they have managed to find true kinship and fellowship, having come to know and learn about a people; but they wake up one day and suddenly feel that nothing actually binds them to these people, that they can leave here at once. They realize that another country, some other people, have now beguiled them, and that yesterday’s most riveting event now pales and loses all meaning and significance. For all intents and purposes, they do not grow attached to anything, do not put down deep roots. Their empathy is sincere, but superficial. If asked which of the countries they have visited they like best, they are embarrassed–they do not know how to answer. Which one? In a certain sense–all of them. There is something compelling about each. To which country would they like to return once more? Again, embarrassment–they had never asked themselves such a question. The one certainty is that they would like to be back on the road, going somewhere. To be on their way again–that is the dream.”
― Ryszard Kapuściński, Travels with Herodotus

“Man knows, and in the course of years he comes to know it increasingly well, feeling it ever more acutely, that memory is weak and fleeting, and if he doesn't write down what he has learned and experienced, that which he carries within him will perish when he does. This is when it seems everyone wants to write a book. Singers and football players, politicians and millionaires. And if they themselves do not know how, or else lack the time, they commission someone else to do it for them...engendering this reality is the impression of writing as a simple pursuit, though those who subscribe to that view might do well to ponder Thomas Mann's observation that, 'a writer is a man for whom writing is more difficult than it is for others”
― Ryszard Kapuściński, Travels with Herodotus
“I was seized at once with a profound fascination, a burning thirst to learn, to immerse myself totally, to melt away, to become as one with this foreign universe. To know it as if I had been born and raised there, begun life there. I wanted to learn the language, I wanted to read the books, I wanted to penetrate every nook and cranny.

It was a kind of malady, a dangerous weakness, because I also realized that these civilizations are so enormous, so rich, complex, and varied, that getting to know even a fragment of one of them, a mere scrap, would require devoting one's whole life to the enterprise. Cultures are edifices with countless rooms, corridors, balconies, and attics, all arranged, furthermore, into such twisting, turning labyrinths, that if you enter one of them, there is no exit, no retreat, no turning back. To become a Hindu scholar, a Sinologist, an Arabist, or a Hebraist is a lofty all-consuming pursuit, leaving no space or time for anything else.”
― Ryszard Kapuściński, Travels with Herodotus
“in reference to Persepolis and all palaces, cities and temples of the past: could these wonders have come into being without that suffering? without the overseer's whip, the slave's fear, the ruler's vanity? was not the monumentality of past epochs created by that which is negative and evil in man?”
― Ryszard Kapuscinski, Travels With Herodotus
“[…] I began to see Algiers as one of the most fascinating and dramatic places on earth. In the small space of this beautiful but congested city intersected two great conflicts of the contemporary world. The first was the one between Christianity and Islam (expressed here in the clash between colonizing France and colonized Algeria). The second, which acquired a sharpness of focus immediately after the independence and departure of the French, was a conflict at the very heart of Islam, between its open, dialectical — I would even say “Mediterranean” — current and its other, inward-looking one, born of a sense of uncertainty and confusion vis-à-vis the contemporary world, guided by fundamentalists who take advantage of modern technology and organizational principles yet at the same time deem the defense of faith and custom against modernity as the condition of their own existence, their sole identity.

[…] In Algiers one speaks simply of the existence of two varieties of Islam — one, which is called the Islam of the desert, and a second, which is defined as the Islam of the river (or of the sea). The first is the religion practiced by warlike nomadic tribes struggling to survive in one of the world's most hostile environments, the Sahara. The second Islam is the faith of merchants, itinerant peddlers, people of the road and of the bazaar, for whom openness, compromise, and exchange are not only beneficial to trade, but necessary to life itself.”
― Ryszard Kapuściński, Travels with Herodotus
“This is natural: one must read Herodotus's book-and every great book-repeatedly; with each reading it will reveal another layer, previously overlooked themes, images, and meanings. For within every great book there are several others.”
― Ryszard Kapuściński, Travels with Herodotus
“At the same time, Herodotus sets himself a most ambitious task: to record the history of the world. No one before him ever attempted this. He is the first to have hit upon the idea. Constantly gathering material for his work and interrogating witnesses, bards, and priests, he finds that each of them remembers something different—different and differently. Moreover, many centuries before us, he discovers an important yet treacherous and complicating trait of human memory: people remember what they want to remember, not what actually happened. Everyone colors events after his fashion, brews up his own mélange of reminiscences. Therefore getting through to the past itself, the past as it really was, is impossible. What are available to us are only its various versions, more or less credible, one or another of them suiting us better at any given time. The past does not exist. There are only infinite renderings of it.”
― Ryszard Kapuściński, Travels with Herodotus

Sunday, May 8, 2022

Phrases

  • It's not long for this world. 
  • Gone are the days …
  • In its death throes.
  • Misery acquaints itself with strange bedfellows.
  • Romp on with reckless abandon.  
  • Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.
  • All that glitters is not gold. 
  • We have seen better days.
  • Too much of a good thing. 
  • Something wicked this way comes.
  • Short shrift
  • A tower of strength
  • I have spread my dreams under your feet./
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
  • Be that as it may/might
  • Try as I may/might
  • A baptism of fire

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