“What’s more, the awareness I have that no matter how ridiculous and humiliated I may seem, there lies within me that treasure of strength which will someday make them all change their opinion of me, this awareness — almost since the humiliated years of my childhood — then constituted the only source of my life, my light and my dignity, my weapon and my consolation, otherwise I might have killed myself while still a child.”

Dostoevsky, The Adolescent (via brainzinside)

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Now Available! Selected Papers from the 44th Conference of the Australian Linguistic Society, 2013 by Issue Date


superlinguo:

Since ALS 2013 last October, Jill V and I have been editing the proceedings. There are 21 papers available as free open access downloads here. I think these represent the great spread of research done by ALS members. Many of the papers are on English, or Australian Aboriginal languages, but not all.

Clicking on any of the links will take you to the individual paper, which has an abstract with more details. Papers in the volume include diverse topics:

It’s been really great to work with such a diverse range of lovely authors (and reviewers!). Thanks must go to the UniMelb digital repository team for helping us to set up the collection and giving it a home, and the UniMelb library crew for helping out. I also have to thank Jill for making it all relatively unstressful, and often quite a lot of fun.

Happy reading! Anything caught your eye? Let me know and I can do a follow-up post!

Creed in a Meaningless World


windowondeath:

At a certain point in my college life, I decided that living in the day is the only way to be. What I did, what happened before doesn’t matter. The past is not going to bring meaning, bring some gift to my today. Everything was meaningless.

I was thoroughly disenchanted with life and the gift it…

Fickle, Fickle Life


windowondeath:

I recall thinking something similar in nature - about the impermanence of life. It was way back in college; I was starting my first year of graduation (English Honours).

I was reading a history of English literature. Almost certainly the one by W.J. Long. I was reading about Beowulf, the Old…

Mortality on My Window


windowondeath:

It’s morning now. I’m just getting into bed, the night spent sleepless - reading with a brief stretch of writing. The windows are all wide open. A cool breeze is coming in. I have heard an old movie song few minutes ago. I remember it was in black & white. I remember the movie.

I feel like…

“You walk out. You swim for a while. You swim too far. You don’t try to swim back. Your lungs fill up. It hurts for a bit, but then it’s over. Nothing ever hurts again, and your conscience is clear. You don’t leave a mess. Maybe your body washes up some day. Maybe it doesn’t.”

Gabrielle Zevin, The Collected Works of A. J. Fikry
perfectvic:

LITERALLY MY FAVORITE

perfectvic:

LITERALLY MY FAVORITE

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“"For pity’s sake!" they’ll shout at you, "you can’t rebel: it’s two times two is four! Nature doesn’t ask your permission; it doesn’t care about your wishes, or whether you like its laws or not. You’re obliged to accept it as it is and consequently all its results as well. And so a wall is indeed a wall…etc. etc." My God, but what do I care about the laws of nature and arithmetic if for some reason these laws and two times two is four are not to my liking? To be sure, I won’t break through such a wall with my forehead if I really have not got strength enough to do it, but neither will I be reconciled with it simply because I have a stone wall here and have not got strength enough.”

Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky (via exhaustingmemory)

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Urgent security update


staff:

Bad news. A major vulnerability, known as “Heartbleed,” has been disclosed for the technology that powers encryption across the majority of the internet. That includes Tumblr.

We have no evidence of any breach and, like most networks, our team took immediate action to fix the issue.

But this…

prisque:

To the horizon and beyond
with a piece of happiness dangling
from the arms of summer
I hop on to the tide
that take me away
Away than away.

prisque:

To the horizon and beyond

with a piece of happiness dangling

from the arms of summer

I hop on to the tide

that take me away

Away than away.

“We’ve hated each other for many things…but I swear, I swear I loved you even while I hated you, and you didn’t love me!”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via dollymyfolly)

(via dostoyevsky)

“She was looking up at him, her eyes liquid, and she was smiling her gap-toothed smile like no bad thing would ever befall her so long as he stood at her side.”

Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
“She will never know that even though I love her more than anything, I will always hate myself a tiny bit more.”

Shehan Karunatilaka, Chinaman: The Legend of Pradeep Mathew
“However, not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.”

William Bruce Cameron, Informal Sociology: A Casual Introduction to Sociological Thinking
“It was one of those events which at a crucial stage in one’s development arrive to challenge and stretch one to the limit of one’s ability and beyond, so that thereafter one has new standards by which to judge oneself.”

Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day