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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth - it is the truth which conceals that there is none. The simulacrum is true.</description><title>two dee</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @drseatbelt)</generator><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"While I enjoy America (a sense of bewilderment always accompanies this enjoyment) it behoves me to..."</title><description>“While I enjoy America (a sense of bewilderment always accompanies this enjoyment) it behoves me to sharpen my skills of observation like an Englishman. A more shallow national orientation than the former it would be difficult to believe. How odd that intellect, movement and esprit de corps mark the same nation that boasts a thin veneer of what it calls culture … The American’s fears of financial indisposition, compromised hygiene and loneliness make even less sense.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Henry James, &lt;a href="http://thenewinquiry.com/blogs/southsouth/the-vastness-of-the-self-in-unpeopled-exile/" target="_blank"&gt;The Vastness of Self in Unpeopled Exile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/50754744083</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/50754744083</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 16:31:42 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Walking in delicate silence, in the cruel wasting of his illness, down a crowded sidewalk on his way..."</title><description>“Walking in delicate silence, in the cruel wasting of his illness, down a crowded sidewalk on his way to the library, unrecognized, unknown, forgotten, the proudness of his bearing set him off from the summer people.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Lillian Hellman&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p class="author"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/4463/the-art-of-theater-no-1-lillian-hellman" target="_blank"&gt;Interviewed by Anne Hollander, John Marquand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/48983984548</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/48983984548</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Apr 2013 00:32:32 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/1e99bd851a8f8c3067cad22c275780d0/tumblr_mj1gqq71aS1qz4agdo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/44372065322</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/44372065322</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Mar 2013 10:08:50 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/54b38fa1c41a5f724790195cc1b882cc/tumblr_miyp4fJUqm1qz4agdo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/44268028132</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/44268028132</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 22:17:03 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/faebbadd15cd2007ce2dc5bf67f87965/tumblr_mijxpqCjA71qz4agdo1_400.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/43620742317</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/43620742317</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 22:58:38 -0500</pubDate><category>define</category></item><item><title>"Technique can be taught, perspective is unique."</title><description>“Technique can be taught, perspective is unique.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inqmind.co/2013/02/a-few-words-with-jake-davis/" target="_blank"&gt;Jake Davis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/43620446002</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/43620446002</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 22:54:49 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"There is the pleasure of tiredness. I lean the scythe against a tree and wipe my brow. And as I..."</title><description>“There is the pleasure of tiredness. I lean the scythe against a tree and wipe my brow. And as I do—at that moment and not before—I feel the power of the new urge. Suddenly I want my earned reward. I want the thing that will take all that tension of focus and turn it slowly around, letting what was tightened up go loose, smoothing down every sharp corner. For me this is wine, something red that has been aged in oak, the gift of gifts.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laphamsquarterly.org/essays/fabled-powers.php?page=all" target="_blank"&gt;Sven Birkerts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/42713607467</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/42713607467</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2013 20:43:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/db2e92a89b2ac7c37632122dcac464bd/tumblr_mespymPDya1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/41427588934</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/41427588934</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2013 02:26:44 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Maybe I wanted to learn how to think. Writing is a concentrated form of thinking. I don’t know what..."</title><description>“Maybe I wanted to learn how to think. Writing is a concentrated form of thinking. I don’t know what I think about certain subjects, even today, until I sit down and try to write about them. Maybe I wanted to find more rigorous ways of thinking. We’re talking now about the earliest writing I did and about the power of language to counteract the wallow of late adolescence, to define things, define muddled experience in economical ways. Let’s not forget that writing is convenient. It requires the simplest tools. A young writer sees that with words and sentences on a piece of paper that costs less than a penny he can place himself more clearly in the world. Words on a page, that’s all it takes to help him separate himself from the forces around him, streets and people and pressures and feelings. He learns to think about these things, to ride his own sentences into new perceptions.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Don DeLillo&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/41427209298</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/41427209298</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2013 02:16:06 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/1e54f69a5d7d657659e5242ab6236962/tumblr_mh080pRHHK1qgi4fvo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/41175797640</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/41175797640</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 00:27:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>BLVR: What do you think of e-books?
Maurice Sendak: I hate them. It’s like making believe there’s...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLVR:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you think of e-books?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maurice Sendak:&lt;/strong&gt; I hate them. It’s like making believe there’s another kind of sex. There isn’t another kind of sex. There isn’t another kind of book. A book is a book is a book. I know that’s terribly old-fashioned. I’m old, and when I’m gone they’ll probably try to make my books on all these things, but I’m going to fight it like hell. [&lt;em&gt;Pauses&lt;/em&gt;] I can’t believe I’ve turned into a typical old man. I can’t believe it. I was young just minutes ago.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/38810259197</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/38810259197</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2012 15:30:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"He was a stranger to all the world, but he was not lonely."</title><description>“He was a stranger to all the world, but he was not lonely.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Steinbeck&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/38768851976</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/38768851976</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 23:34:57 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He..."</title><description>““A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/38120255131</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/38120255131</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2012 22:23:42 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>If you want to go far you have to go slow.
- GM</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you want to go far you have to go slow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- GM&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/37585493564</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/37585493564</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2012 16:47:58 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>- W.H. Auden, This and That</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_meevxmdBed1qz4agdo1_400.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;- W.H. Auden, &lt;a href="http://www.unz.org/Pub/Encounter-1956apr-00033" target="_blank"&gt;This and That&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/37036414810</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/37036414810</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2012 11:17:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title> We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me1t42IOQV1qzu6nxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0374531382/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=0374531382&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=youmigfinyou-20" target="_blank"&gt;Joan Didion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/36571982280</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/36571982280</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2012 23:37:22 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"In Chinese there is a term which is very difficult to translate into English, it is something like..."</title><description>“In Chinese there is a term which is very difficult to translate into English, it is something like “chances.” It means: Why am I sitting here having this interview with you instead of somebody else? Why should we meet here?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bombsite.com/issues/62/articles/2113" target="_blank"&gt;Wong Kar-wai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/35112133346</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/35112133346</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2012 00:35:19 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"The image of myself which I try to create in my own mind in order that I may love myself is very..."</title><description>“The image of myself which I try to create in my own mind in order that I may love myself is very different from the image which I try to create in the minds of others in order that they may love me.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;W.H. Auden&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/34836722444</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/34836722444</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2012 12:58:03 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"This may be shit. We don’t know. We haven’t had time to realize it yet. You know, that sort of..."</title><description>“This may be shit. We don’t know. We haven’t had time to realize it yet. You know, that sort of thing. But that kind of gives the game away, because, actually, we are shit. And that’s why it takes three years to uncover the stuff underneath.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.believermag.com/issues/200907/?read=interview_yorke" target="_blank"&gt;Thom Yorke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/34721810062</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/34721810062</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2012 17:40:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Yeah, it’s dope, but man, give me some time and I can give you way better! All I know is that at the..."</title><description>“Yeah, it’s dope, but man, give me some time and I can give you way better! All I know is that at the end of the day, I’m very excited because I feel like I understand what I wanna do, and now it’s just about doing it. That’s the easy part. Understanding what you wanna do is the hard part. Now, I feel like I’m more comfortable than I’ve ever been in my entire life, and it’s pretty crazy. I feel extremely lost at the same time, like I’m screwed, but at the same time I really feel like, even though I’m screwed, I really know what I wanna do. So, no matter what happens, even if things go downhill, I still know what I wanna do. And that’s always gonna keep me going up. Everything else doesn’t matter, nothing matters unless you know what you wanna do.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redbullmusicacademy.com/magazine/teebs-interview" target="_blank"&gt;Teebs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/28878675376</link><guid>http://drseatbelt.tumblr.com/post/28878675376</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2012 22:05:51 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
