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You have to completely lose yourself in something, even if you have to lose yourself in something else 45 minutes later. If you try to multitask in the classic sense of doing two things at once, what you end up doing is quasi-tasking. It’s like being with children. You have to give it your full attention for however much time you have, and then you have to give something else your full attention. The secret to multitasking is that it isn’t actually multitasking. It’s just extreme focus and organization
Joss Whedon, who recently shared his life-wisdom with graduating seniors, joins in the effort to debunk the myth of multitasking.
Losing yourself is, of course, a function of having found your purpose and engaging in fulfilling work.
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The amount of work put into a joke like this, is so incredibly admirable to me.
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Omfg.
OH MY GOD
Well, that was unexpected.
whAT EVEN IS GOING ON>??
ok I’ve seen this like 8 times on my dash and ignored it but now I finally watched it because I was like “okay this has to be SOMETHING good because everyone I fucking follow is reblogging it”
I was not fucking let down at all.Oh. My. Christ.
Welp. Didn’t see THAT coming.
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this episode came out in 2003
pluto was declassified as a planet in 2006
brain totally called it
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The best of The Mayhem Guy from the Allstate commercials
okay, but where is, “I’M THE SMARTEST RACCOON I KNOW”
Marry me.
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“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?”
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