“The clock rose to power conjointly with a mounting yearning for certainty and order, dividing time with increasing accuracy into neat units that could be accounted for, spent, saved or wasted. Yet, while our contemporary zeal to Get Things Done (GTD) might spur efficiency, it comes at a cost. What could be gained from a single day set free from the clock’s tyranny, one spent wandering or daydreaming the hours away?”
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via Elizabeth
via Elizabeth
It’s that magical time of year again:
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.
McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: It’s Decorative Gourd Season, Motherfuckers.