or a crashing symbol

"So, I'd actually like to hear larger feedback about this concept about the neon idea. I'll try to spell it out as clearly as I can: So, neon tubes, like beer signs, are filled with gas and they have lights at the ends of the tube which end up illuminating the whole coil. So if we are thinking about short story writers like Flannery O'Connor, or Joyce, or O Henry, there is a sensation in reading those stories where you get to the end and the whole thing is cast in a different light. In this way, the short story is all about build which climaxes in the 'light that illuminates everything else'. Okay? So, then, we can think about why Wallace would bring himself, or a character of himself, into the end of this story. It casts the whole first section in a 'different light' right? I know, that's very cute. Lights, neon. Okay."

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This is another paradox, that many of the most important impressions and thoughts in a person’s life are ones that flash through your head so fast that fast isn’t even the right word, they seem totally different from or outside of the regular sequential clock time we all live by, and they have so little relation to the sort of linear, one-word-after-another-word English we all communicate with each other with that it could easily take a whole lifetime just to spell out the contents of one split-second’s flash of thoughts and connections, etc.—and yet we all seem to go around trying to use English (or whatever language our native country happens to use, it goes without saying) to try to convey to other people what we’re thinking and to find out what they’re thinking, when in fact deep down everybody knows it’s charade and they’re just going through the motions. What goes on inside is just too fast and huge and all interconnected for words to do more than barely sketch the outlines of at most one tiny little part of it at any given instant.

- David Foster Wallace, Good Old Neon

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The voltage across a discharge tube will accelerate a free electron up to some maximum kinetic energy. The voltage must be large enough so that this energy is more than that required to "ionize" the atom. An ionized atom has had an electron plucked out of an orbital to make it a "free" particle, and the atom it leaves behind has become a positively charged ion.

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but essentially it's just gas that gets excited and emits light, right? just a load of hot air

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did so much, shone so bright
jus a hollow tube
tryna carry the light

that time of the month / back to the drawing board

*looks through recent tweets*

my heart: looks like we got some work to do

me: man....

kruczynski

sure I'll take your picture
and I'll cherish your petals
and your colour
like the last hours
of daylight
like the echoes of gold
that fill the city in August
and softly turn to pink
I'll suffer the rain and
the fire of youth
For you
I would suffer cold
and violent winds,
and when the petals have fallen
I will love you
in the winter
as I have loved you
in the spring

to the young people

"To the young people who love this song/music ,here is a romantic theme and this music was played at a time when you danced holding your partner,You could dance with any girl/woman, but you held your girl closer .She was special .You danced as one and you could feel her mind and body as you held her closely .Today's music is tribal ,There is no romance and the words sound like drunken street talk. It is very hard to explain this to you because you may have little reference to what I am saying.Until you have been glided around a dance floor in the arms of some one you love ,to this and many songs like it, you haven't lived."

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That's the flip side of a life lived with gratitude I guess. In that once you begin to notice all the good things and tiny blessings and learn to be thankful for them, you also become acutely aware that none of them will last. It manifests itself as a certain kind of sadness. Why joy is always bittersweet. If you become aware that you are at the pinnacle of an experience, you also become aware that the only way to go from there is down. If every cloud has a silver lining, every blessing leaves you with a little grief. If you live like this for a long time, if you let this truth seep beneath your skin, it'll change the way you live. You tread the earth gentler, speak softer, like you're carrying something fragile inside you, the knowledge that every time you say goodbye to someone it might be forever.

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what's the verse about, do you think

fear of death maybe? not just of yourself, but of all things. teaching us to look for value, to cherish the ephemeral

eternal sunshine

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"One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection." 

- Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

countdown

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

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No Will, I’m not kiddin’ you. If I had gone to see that game I’d be in here talkin’ abouta girl I saw at a bar twenty years ago. And how I always regretted not goin’ over there and talkin’ to her. I don’t regret the eighteen years we were married. I don’t regret givin’ up counseling for six years when she got sick. I don’t regret being by her side for the last two years when things got real bad. And I sure as Hell don’t regret missing that damn game.

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Year of unprecedented growth. The year you learn that life experience is measured in cities moved, jobs begun, risks taken, passions pursued, sacrifices made, roads not taken, illusions shattered, tears cried, hysterical laughing fits induced, colleagues consoled, prayers answered, conversations curated, relationships nurtured, trespasses forgiven, mistakes allowed, weaknesses acknowledged, losses cut, lessons learned.
The year you learn the value of life experience. The year you learn to stop dreading it.


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Do not call to mind the former things,
 Or ponder things of the past.
“Behold, I will do something new,
 Now it will spring forth;
 Will you not be aware of it?
 I will even make a roadway in the wilderness,
 Rivers in the desert.

Good Will Huntingtons: same movie only the camera is real shaky and Will dies in his fifties