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Why do farmers farm, given their economic adversities on top of the many frustrations and difficulties normal to farming? And always the answer is: “Love. They must do it for the love.” Farmers farm for the love of farming. They love to watch and nurture the growth of plants. They love to live in the presence of animals. They love to work outdoors. They love the weather, maybe even when it is making them miserable. They love to live where they work and to work where they live. If the scale of their farming is small enough, they like to work in the company of their children and with the help of their children. They love the measure of independence that farm life can still provide. I have an idea that a lot of farmers have gone to a lot of trouble merely to be self-employed, to live at least a part of their lives without a boss.

—Wendell Berry

Call them members of the permanent intern underclass: educated members of the millennial generation who are locked out of the traditional career ladder and are having to settle for two, three and sometimes more internships after graduating college, all with no end in sight.

Millennials Feel Trapped in a Cycle of Internships With Little Pay and No Job Offers

I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room—I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful—awful beyond all—but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!

—Charles Bukowski

…Always take yourself seriously… it’s not the same as being pompous, or overly self-assured, but it is important to understand that the small little ideas that creep up in your mind, often contain the germ of a much larger project. All great art wasn’t born as great art. It was first needed to be recognised by the artist him/herself. Through his or her belief in it, it became true…Always spend a lot of time closely observing things, studying the surface of the world as that is always the visual point of departure.

—Wolfgang Tillmans

I just want to make a tray of good tofu. If people want something else, they should go to the restaurants and shops.

Yasujirô Ozu

Coffee glides into one’s stomach and sets all of one’s mental processes in motion. One’s ideas advance in column of route like battalions of the Grande Armée. Memories come up at the double, bearing the standards which will lead the troops into battle. The light cavalry deploys at the gallop. The artillery of logic thunders along with its supply wagons and shells. Brilliant notions join in the combat as sharpshooters. The characters don their costumes, the paper is covered with ink, the battle has started, and ends with an outpouring of black fluid like a real battlefield enveloped in swaths of black smoke from the expended gunpowder. Were it not for coffee one could not write, which is to say one could not live.

—Honoré de Balzac

Dear friends, on 9 October 2012, the Taliban shot me on the left side of my forehead. They shot my friends, too. They thought that the bullets would silence us, but they failed. And out of that silence came thousands of voices. The terrorists thought they would change my aims and stop my ambitions. But nothing changed in my life except this: weakness, fear and hopelessness died. Strength, power and courage were born.

—Malala Yousafzai

The laws of man are guarantors of order, a necessary control against the inherent greediness of our species.

Nature, on the other hand, shows ordered patterns at all scales: trees branch, and so do rivers, bodies, and arteries; tides and planetary orbits are periodic, day follows night, the seasons alternate, the moon has phases. The display of order in Nature allowed for a methodic counting and organizing as a means to gain some level of control over what was otherwise distant and unapproachable, the marching patterns of a world moving in ways beyond human reach.

Laws Of Man And Laws Of Nature

To be alive is to want to remain alive.

Does Life Have a Purpose?

If you’re going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you’re going to be locked up.

—Hunter S. Thompson

There will always be a small group of people that like the feel of the clothes more than the outward statement of fashion.

Margaret Howell

Staying quiet doesn’t mean I’ve nothing to say. It means I don’t think you’re ready to hear my thoughts.

I really feel like our whole lives, no matter how low our self esteem gets, there’s some part of us that thinks “I have a secret special skill that no one knows about.” And eventually we meet someone and they’re like, “You have a secret special skill.” And you’re like “I know, so do you. Lets eat pizza flavored ice cream together.” And that’s love; it’s a mountain of pizza flavored ice cream…and delusion.

—Matt Pandamiglio, Sleepwalk With Me (2012)

Photography has born as a scientific reproduction tool of the reality and has been the strongest and the largest medium to construct modern history of the mankind but the statut of the photographic document as lost its authority with reality in its new relation with the digital world. Since photography switch into digital era, the truth we used to attached to this medium has disappeared. There is no more negative to prove chemically and mechanically that an event has really occurred. The change of the nature of photography into an image brought deep distance between the fact itself and its representation.

Without image there is no event and any event could be built with images. Mass Consumption of images has created images to serve specific goal and to be recognized, modifying the production process from « taking » to « making » a picture. The space conquest have been focused all its energy in the construction of an heroic and mythic media exploit. Without any image of the first moon landing on the moon, nobody would have believed it…

Romaric Tisserand

Now, our friends at the Republican convention were more than happy to talk about everything they think is wrong with America, but they didn’t have much to say about how they’d make it right. They want your vote, but they don’t want you to know their plan. And that’s because all they have to offer is the same prescription they’ve had for the last thirty years:

"Have a surplus? Try a tax cut."

"Deficit too high? Try another."

"Feel a cold coming on? Take two tax cuts, roll back some regulations, and call us in the morning!"

—President Barack Obama