I don’t see why not.
This year, I’m working on an auto-biographical comic about being a bike messenger in New York City just after 9/11. It’s early on in the process, but I’ll be blogging about it over on my Fixpert Comics blog. It’ll be called The Skids, here’s my first blog post about the making of the comic.
Frozen Chain
“Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
Rainer Maria Rilke - Wikiquote (via ario)
I recently read Letters to a Young Poet for the first time, and this passage really struck me, as it did Ario. I remember sitting in a busy coffee shop, surrounded by young undergrads. I slowly put the book down and stared blankly for a while, remembering a conversation that I had with my dad a long time ago. He was giving me good advice — advice that I was refusing to take. He was trying to help me avoid the mistakes that he had made. But I insisted that I had to make my own mistakes. I had to learn these lessons myself. We were both right.
(via ario)
I just stumbled across the Pit of Despair entry on Wikipedia, holy shit is this sad:
The aim of [psychologist Harry Harlow’s] research was to produce an animal model of clinical depression. Researcher Stephen Suomi described the device as “little more than a stainless-steel trough with sides that sloped to a rounded bottom”…
With the pit of despair, he placed monkeys between three months and three years old in the chamber alone, after they had bonded with their mothers, for up to ten weeks.[3] Within a few days, they had stopped moving about and remained huddled in a corner.
Sorry I joked about your incredibly sad living conditions, monkeys.
