sparks

from Make your Stuff by Austin Kleon:

“it’s not enough to be good. In order to be found, you have to be findable.”

“If you want people to know about what you do and the things you care about, you have to share.”

“Make stuff you love and talk about stuff you love and you’ll attract people who love that kind of stuff. It’s that simple.”

“Teaching people

My speech at my son’s Bris, 9 years ago:

Thank you all for being here - Rabbis, family, friends- to welcome our son to the world on his 8th day. Like all Jewish events in history, the bris starts with a severe dose of pain…and ends of course with a severe dose of food.

Welcome to the tribe, son!

We wanted to briefly share the origin of our son's

never trust a thought you have indoors

i wish people celebrated the internet as much as they bemoan it. it’s literally a World Wide Web of humans, an unthinkable miracle that you and i can connect because i tap my fingers on a piece of glass for 30 seconds. let us not be numb to this!! bring back wonder & appreciation

Isabel x.com

scarcity creates meaning

I keep hearing a voice in my head that says, “The second half of your life doesn’t have to look anything like the first half of your life. The first half was bound; the second half is free.” Free, free, ever more free. Free from my own distorted thinking, free from any lingering shame and fear and resentments, free from expectations. This what I

Sari Botton • This is 54: Author Elizabeth Gilbert Responds to The Oldster Magazine Questionnaire

Of course the thing about beginning again — about starting over midway through is that you have to be willing to watch yourself die.

I learned that from writing this newsletter.

Next week, it will be three years since I launched the cereal aisle, and I think the most important thing I have learned in the time since is that rebirth is on the other... See more

Leandra Medine Cohen • Three years of cereal

Leandra Medine reflecting on three years of her newsletter - touches on fame, rebirth, meaning…

Ted Gioia • The Death of Cool

I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.

-Tolkien