Pessoa is the Portuguese word for “person,” and there is nothing he less wanted to be. Again and again, in both poetry and prose, Pessoa denied that he existed as any kind of distinctive individual. “I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist,” he writes in one poem. “I’m the gap between what I’d like to be and what others have made of me. . . . T... See more
Instead of a commitment to "winning" other people's games, I felt a commitment to design a life that I deeply enjoy inhabiting 3. I saw how my ambition can be unleashed not just in work but as a husband, father, friend, gardener, writer, citizen, and whatever other components now make up my fluid and evolving identity. It's not that I didn't previo... See more
Most of those old ladies never really thought in terms of recipes. They tended to think about cooking in terms of broader ratios of ingredients, acids, herbs, dry spices, legumes, rice and so on, and had developed heuristics on the function those ingredients played (sources of sourness, sources of strong aroma etc), and mental algorithms on how to ... See more