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Fighting the Cult of Productivity
In a couple of days, I’ll turn 41 years old. As I prepare to start my 42nd trip around the sun, I’m trying to come up with a time management system that sits well with my philosophy and doesn’t repeat the same mistakes I always make, as I talked about in my last post on…
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Timetables and Me
When I was in highschool, a teacher was lecturing us on time management and asked if any of us made timetables to manage our time. I had just started making timetables and in my excitement I raised my hand without thinking about whether or not I wanted to share my routine with the entire class.…
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Smoking with The Devil
“I must inhale some nicotine into my lungs right now or I’ll turn into a homicidal maniac,” I apologized to Mrs. Goldman, the hostess. She dismissed the statement as just another self-effacing joke but if she had bothered to read even one of my books, she would know that the homicidal tendencies ran deep within…
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Morning Sun
I like the sunrays in the morning, peeking out from behind the buildings. It’s soft now, but soon it will turn harsh. Enjoy it while you can.
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Loneliness
The high pitched ringing in the earsof someone who has tinnitus Damp bedsheets hung out to dryon a cloudy day Cold stale rice from the day before A cold steel knife pressed against my neck A dusty chair,sitting against the wall of an unfinished house
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Why Philosophers Philosophize
Dear Reader, It’s late morning and I am sitting at my desk. I’ve had to turn on the light because it’s cloudy today and my room doesn’t get much light because the only window in my room faces North. No sunlight ever enters my room from this window. If I leave the door open, I…
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My Velvet Wings
I was once a butterfly,born in reverse.My velvet wingsa burning orange and yellowwith two white eyessurrounded by black circles,on a constant leaden lookoutfor thoughts dull and pragmatic;what the grown-ups called “growing up”. Then I went into a slimy cocoon,slipped right in with a slush,as if someone had sucked me in.But who? Why? How?Maybe my ghost…
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Ksenia
As I was walking down the road, the snow fell gloomily all around me and I ran into Ksenia. “Hey Ksenia!” I said, “What are you doing here?“ “Who are you?” she asked and scanned me from head to toe. “Oh, I’m a big fan of yours. I follow you on Twitter.“ She wore a…
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Rudya Aditya 