Word: daydream
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...than any other perception of difference. For centuries Europeans and Americans have spellbound themselves with Oriental mysticism, Oriental passivity, Oriental mentalities. Translated into policy, displayed as knowledge, presented as entertainment in travelers' reports, novels, paintings, music or films, this "Orientalism" has existed virtually unchanged as a kind of daydream that could often justify Western colonial adventures or military conquest. On the "Marvels of the East" (as the Orient was known in the Middle Ages) a fantastic edifice was constructed, invested heavily with Western fear, desire, dreams of power and, of course, a very partial knowledge. And placed in this...
...eyes were out on wires and I was grinding my teeth. When I chopped that shit, it fell apart like dog biscuit. Bolivian rock. I didn't care. I just made the rails about eight feet and blew myself a daydream with a McDonald's straw. Let them try and stop...
...Brien talked in a recent Real Paper feature of the dreaming he did in Vietnam to keep his mind off the war. His personal daydream was to leave the war and live in a chalet in the Austrian mountains, and read. But, he said of the dilemma that caught him between fighting in a war that was morally wrong and the obligation he felt to his country and to his middle-western, middle-class parents: "My single philosophical tenet is that you can't outrun your sense of obligation--even in imagination. It's always there...
...world's consummate amateur, George Plimpton, has called signals for the Detroit Lions, played tennis with Pancho Gonzales, boxed with Archie Moore and pitched to Willie Mays-all in the name of journalistic curiosity and publishable profit. "Ernest Hemingway once said that my daydreams were the dark side of the moon of Walter Mitty," says Plimpton, 50. "I agree. It's nightmarish, these sports. They are painful, not joyful." Plimpton's latest joyless endeavor is race-car driving. He is revving up a book about the track and plans to get the feel...
...already melting. We had a drink, and slid in the slush, and threw a few snowballs. But our night would soon be morning, so we headed for home. The next day, I set back to work on papers and readings I had left undone, with one more daydream to distract...