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“Ricky Marigold was his name up at the commune. He was seventeen, had run away from home in Pacoima and was a righteous grasshead. He wasn't a bad kid, just fucked up. He was for: love, truth, gentleness, getting high, staying high, good sounds, pleasant weather, funky clothes and rapping with his friends. He was against: Viet Nam, the Laws with their riot sticks, violence, bigotry, random hatred, nine-to-five jobs, squares who tried to get you to conform, grass full of seeds and stems, and bringdowns in general. He met Jack Gardiner on the corner of Laurel Canyon and Sunset, across from Schwab's where the starlets went to show off their asses. He saw Jack Gardiner as a little too old to be making the scene, but the guy looked flaky enough: lumberjack shirt, good beard, bright eyes; and he seemed to be friendly enough. So Ricky invited him to come along. They walked up Laurel Canyon, hunching along next to the curb on the sidewalkless street. "Gonna be a quiet scene," Ricky said. "Just a buncha beautiful people groovin' on themselves, maybe turning on, you know." The older man nodded; his hands were deep in his pants pockets. They walked quite a while, finally turning up Stone Canyon Road. A mile up the twisting road. Jack Gardiner slipped a step behind Ricky Marigold and pulled out the blade. Ricky had started to turn, just as Connie's father drove the shaft into Ricky's back, near the base of the spine. Ricky was instantly paralyzed, though not dead. He slipped to the street, and Jack Gardiner dragged him into the high weeds and junk of an empty lot. He left him there to die. Unable to speak, unable to move, Ricky Marigold found all the love draining out of him. Slowly, for six hours, through the small of his back.”

“Rico completes the whole process, silently saying to himself, ‘Trust.’ He enjoys doing the Intensity Clarity Execution routine because it is short, simple and structured, and it makes him feel light, bright and clear. He uses it three times a day leading into a match, which seems to settle his body and mind down, reducing doubt and overthinking.”

“Rico'nun 'hurda' tanımına uyduğunu söylemek güç olsa da, o kendisinin teknik bilgi açısından 'gerileme dönemine' girmek üzere olduğunu düşünüyor. Bu noktada, toplumun gençliğe yaptığı vurguyla, kendisinin yaşlanma konusundaki fikirleri birleşiyor. Toplumsal önyargı, kişinin içindeki güçten düşme korkusunu körüklüyor.”

“Rico wasn't just a friend, wasn't just Yash's media wiz. He was dating Yash's sister. Technically Ashna was his cousin but Yash only ever thought of her as his sister. Rico was family. Ashna was happy. It had been years since Yash had seen her happy. Just this morning Yash had teased Rico about his intentions toward his sister. I intend to let Ash use my body for her shagging pleasure for the rest of my life, mate.”

“Ricoeur describes forgetting as both an active and a passive act: the individual’s responsibility to keep the event remembered is just as important as the changing political environment that is beyond the individual’s control. Neglect, or an unwillingness to revisit the past, constitutes an active act of forgetting. The responsibility of the individual to give an account (or testimony) of a significant event, and the need to remember and mourn the past, form some of Ricoeur’s ethical concerns in Memory, History, Forgetting.”

“Ricorda che di solito, l'American Dream (il sogno americano) non riguarda gli Americani in se', tende a realizzarsi piuttosto per coloro che vengono da altrove, da fuori - "from the outside" - appunto. Un giorno come gli altri, qualcuno arriva e fa qualcosa di imprevisto, di statisticamente impossibile, fuori dagli schemi "out of the box". Qualcuno in cui nessuno aveva creduto, una persona in mezzo a tante che nessuno aveva visto arrivare...Ecco, un "Outsider" Tratto da "Inside The Outsider, Veronica Vitale”

“Ricordi il volto della cassiera che ha scansionato i codici a barre della spesa che hai fatto al supermarket due settimane fa? No. E sai perché? Perché quello è un lavoro antiumano. Non evolveremo mai come specie fino a quando avremo i cassieri. Stessa cosa nel compartimento turistico. L’high-tech è percepita esattamente come l’opposto dell’high-touch ed è associata a un servizio inferiore. In realtà, Google offre spesso traduzioni molto più accurate della maggior parte dei camerieri stagionali sottopagati nei nostri ristoranti (e anche di molti nostri politici).”

“Ricordo anche che nei tuoi scritti hai richiamato l’espressione lebensunwertes Leben – «vita che non merita di essere vissuta» – con cui i nazisti designavano quei gruppi di popolazione cui negavano il diritto di esistere. Ai nostri giorni abbiamo di fronte una versione liquido moderna di questo fenomeno, che vale per regioni e paesi le cui tragedie non hanno diritto di fare notizia, o le cui vittime civili e sofferenze legate al terrorismo o alla violenza non sono legittimate a influire sui rapporti bilaterali e sugli accordi commerciali [...].”

“Ridding Iraq of weapons of mass destruction. That was the whole idea, right? That‘s why we went. I am reluctant to let that fact disappear down the memory hole, because if — as the war ends, or at least starts to end — if, at this time, the history of the war is written as us going there to topple the regime of a bad man when that frankly isn‘t why were told that we were going there — Aren‘t we still at risk of making this horrific mistake again? And, aren‘t we letting the people who foisted the WMD idea on us, not many years ago, aren‘t we sort of letting them get away with it?”

“Riddle me this: We celebrate and praise evil ppl because we call ourselves giving grace to the changes that can possibly take place with them, as we invite them into high places- alter calls and pulpits …all the while condemning the people they have hurt and destroyed along the way, for speaking about and sharing the pain and trying to rewrite their trauma story. Where’s their grace? And where’s their celebration for overcoming?”

“Riddle: «¿Quién puede cantar en medio del fuego de mil infiernos y entre los más espantosos ardores sempiternos, ser un condenado sin haber sido ajusticiado?» Answer: "El canto del gallo". En muchas culturas, se cree que el canto del gallo es un sonido protector y purificador que ahuyenta a los malos espíritus y trae la luz del nuevo día. En este contexto, el "fuego de mil infiernos" y los "ardores sempiternos" pueden interpretarse como metáforas del mal y la oscuridad, mientras que el "condenado sin haber sido ajusticiado" se refiere al gallo, que puede cantar en medio de cualquier peligro sin temor a ser condenado o castigado.”

“Riddle: «¿Qué es lo que ha de sentirte más amado si, parapetado tras insigne y longevo pecado, no existiera un atajo bajo el cuello de un ahorcado?» Answer: El alma. Por lo tanto, lo que más anhela ser amado en esta situación es el alma, que se siente culpable y busca la redención. El alma, en su estado vulnerable y culpable, anhela ser amada y redimida, especialmente cuando está atrapada en una situación de pecado y sufrimiento.”

“Ride A Bike (The Sonnet) Ride a bike 'n you get sick less, You pay for the doctor less. Ride a bike 'n you emit carbon less, You pay for the gas less. Ride a bike 'n you release endorphins, Hence you have less stress. Ride a bike 'n the heart pumps better, Thus you feel exhaustion less. Pills in need are pills indeed, To pop pills willy-nilly is to abuse health. Comfort in need is comfort indeed, To abuse comfort beyond need is to abuse oneself. Ride a bike everyday to keep the pills away. Use pills in need but don't make them life's way.”

“RIDE A WHITE SWAN" "Ride it on out like a bird in the skyway, Ride it on out like you were a bird, Fly it all out like an eagle in a sunbeam, Ride it all out like you were a bird. Wear a tall hat like the druid in the old days Wear a tall hat and a Tattooed gown Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane, Wear your hair long,babe,you can't go wrong. Catch a bright star and place it on your forehead, Say a few spells and baby,there you go, Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder, And in the morning you'll know all you know. Wear a tall hat like the druid in the old days Wear a tall hat and a Tattooed gown Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane, Wear your hair long, babe ,you can't go wrong. Da di di da, da di di da”