Bookmarker is a personal project by @dellsystem to help with retaining reading material. Source on GitHub.

Activity

You added a note
2 years, 11 months ago

so maybe there’s this moment inspo/revelation

So maybe there’s this moment. It’s different for everyone, but it’s pivotal. It’s the moment your head gets screwed off and screwed on again, and everything is changed forever. You can never see life the same way again. You can never go back. Well, you can go back, but you go back with new eyes, ma…

—p.91 I Hotel 1968: Eye Hotel (1) by Karen Tei Yamashita
You added a note
2 years, 11 months ago

older yet is the sentiment of this painting advice/living topic/love

Chen spoke first. He changed the direction of the conversation. “The work of the revolution is a life devoted to the people, that is to say, the public. It’s a public life. A man’s private life, one’s deep interior, must at times be forgotten or sacrificed.”

The young man shifted. We shifted too…

—p.61 1968: Eye Hotel (1) by Karen Tei Yamashita
You added a note
2 years, 11 months ago

honey, you need five million sinologists inspo/self-deprecation

Edmund’s going to have to make some choices. Five hundred academic sinologists can sign off on a letter, tell Taiwan what for and so on about how to run its business, but in the end, what does it mean? You can’t stir up a pot with five hundred sinologists. Honey, you need five million sinologists.

—p.55 1968: Eye Hotel (1) by Karen Tei Yamashita
You added a note
2 years, 11 months ago

Holiday Inn? Holiday Out!

10.1 Edmund angrily paced Professor Chen’s library in Marin overlooking the Golden Gate, reading the cruel history of celestials in America. He wrote his manifesto in the newspaper and called for a new organization: Chinese for Affirmative Action. Paul Lin said, “Remember when you were always worki…

—p.44 1968: Eye Hotel (1) by Karen Tei Yamashita
You added a note
2 years, 11 months ago

to see oneself in another inspo/interiority topic/everybody-else

8.3 Edmund hung around the Il Piccolo coffee house, where he met the lost Chinatown kids he recognized to be like himself: fresh off the boat but with nothing to show for it, and no pop to bless their arrival in America with a break-your-legs warning. To see oneself in another is to learn both fate…

—p.43 1968: Eye Hotel (1) by Karen Tei Yamashita