Quotes from Triin

We’re not aware of changing our minds even when we do change our minds. And most people, after they change their minds, reconstruct their past opinion—they believe they always thought that.

One of the major biases in risky decision making is optimism. Optimism is a source of high-risk thinking.

Ma usun, et tuleb ainult niisuguseid raamatuid lugeda, mis sind pistavad ja torgivad. Kui raamat, mida me loeme, ei ärata meid nagu rusikahoop lagipähe, milleks me seda raamatut siis loeme? Et ta meid õnnelikuks teeks, nagu Sa kirjutad? Jumal küll, õnnelikud oleksime ka siis, kui meil raamatuid polekski, ja selliseid raamatuid, mis meid õnnelikuks teevad, võiksime hädapärast ise kirjutada. Aga me vajame raamatuid, mis mõjuksid meile nagu õnnetus, mis meile väga haiget teeb, nagu mõne inimese surm, keda me armastasime rohkem kui ennast, nagu aetaks meid laantesse, kõigist inimestest kaugele, nagu enesetapp, raamat peab olema kirves meis jäätunud mere jaoks.

The first thing you do when you sit down at the computer
Let me guess: check the incoming. Check email or traffic stats or messages from your boss. Check the tweets you follow or the FB status of friends.
You've just surrendered not only a block of time but your freshest, best chance to start something new.

We need less information in our lives, fewer choices, and more depth. Eliminating the urgent and Pavlovian pull of the Internet freed me to give priority to what felt truly important.

Up to now, concerns about the influence of digital media on language have centered on the abbreviations and emoticons that kids use in instant messaging and texting. But such affectations will probably prove benign, just the latest twist in the long history of slang. Adults would be wiser to pay attention to how their own facility with writing is changing. Is their vocabulary shrinking or becoming more hackneyed? Is their syntax becoming less flexible and more formulaic? Those are the types of questions that matter in judging the Net’s long-run effects on the range and expressiveness of language.

It seems likely that removing the sense of closure from book writing will, in time, alter writers’ attitudes toward their work. The pressure to achieve perfection will diminish, along with the artistic rigor that the pressure imposed. To see how small changes in writers’ assumptions and attitudes can eventually have large effects on what they write, one need only glance at the history of correspondence. A personal letter written in, say, the nineteenth century bears little resemblance to a personal e-mail or text message written today. Our indulgence in the pleasures of informality and immediacy has led to a narrowing of expressiveness and a loss of eloquence.

As social concerns override literary ones, writers seem fated to eschew virtuosity and experimentation in favor of a bland but immediately accessible style. Writing will become a means for recording chatter.

Whether a person is immersed in a bodice ripper or a Psalter, the synaptic effects are largely the same.

Job imagined he might build his nest on high – that the integrity of his behavior would protect him against misfortune. And his friends thought, mistakenly, that the Lord could only have punished him because secretly he’d done something wrong.
But, no, misfortune befalls the good as well. We can’t protect ourselves against it. We can’t protect our children. We can’t say to ourselves, even if I’m not happy, I’m going to make sure they are.
We vanish as a cloud. We wither as the autumn grass, and like a tree are rooted up.
Is there some fraud in the scheme of the universe? Is there nothing which is deathless? Nothing which does not pass away?
We cannot stay where we are. We must journey forth.
We must find that which is greater than fortune or fate. Nothing can bring us peace but that.
Is the body of the wise man, or the just, exempt from any pain? From any disquietude, from the deformity that might blight its beauty, from the weakness that might destroy its health?
Do you trust in God?
Job, too, was close to the Lord. Are your friends and children your security? There is no hiding place in all the world where trouble may not find you. No on knows when sorrow might visit his house, any more than Job did.
The very moment everything was taken away from Job, he knew it was the Lord who’d taken it away. He turned from the passing shows of time. He sought that which is eternal.
Does he alone see God’s hand who sees that He gives, or does not also the one see God’s hand who sees that He takes away? Does he alone see God who sees God turn His face towards him? Does not also he see God who sees God turn his back?