From Ted R to Charles Davenport

From the wonderful Letters of note.

Feeling Good: The Nina Simone Story

Feeling Good: The Nina Simone Story on BBC2 (starts at 3:54 min after the news).

Laurence Olivier interview

I really recommend Sleuth.

R.I.P NATE DOGG

a tale of two brothers: marines. navy.

American map of surnames

From National Geographic.

And this one on native names is really good too.

Ugly Aesthetics

Art History by Vuck Vidor

tree window. i think its by rudofsky

RSA Animate - Changing Education Paradigms

Russia

Emil Gataullin via Lens

Trompe L'oeil

a secret

RYSZARD KAPUSCINKI

"THE SHADOW OF THE SUN"

shipoids in the night

http://www.vimeo.com/6186059

The war it's not over...

Electric cars

Shai Agassi of Better Place on Charlie Rose

Agnostic Towers Looking East

same people different attire or is it creed

Gaudi - Saint or not saint?

From the guardian weekly.

Mozart's Mind

David McCandless at TED

Information is beautiful.

Andrei Tarkovsky on art

A cage went in search of a bird.

findingslav.blogspot.com

maybe

if you want to see some of my photos.
press here

one life photos competition : mentornoci

Taste and social class

Pierre Bourdieu: Distinction - A social critique of the judgment of taste

The things you prefer — tastes that you like to think of as personal, unique, justified only by sensibility — correspond tightly to defining measures of social class: your profession, your highest degree and your father’s profession. (from NYtimes)

I want to believe.

Three Americans

the street is in the house

http://thestreetisinthehouse.blogspot.com/

my version of Borges blind

Borges' blind self-portrait

Jorge Luis BORGES (Argentinian, 1899 - 1986) Self-portrait

What's Next.. .

Haiti 10 months after the quakes.

image from Boston.com/bigpicture

DOWNTOWN 81

(Part 1)

gonzalo fonesca

Lost Generation

I am part of a lost generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
I realize this may be a shock but
“Happiness comes from within.”
is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy.”
So in 30 years I will tell my children
they are not the most important thing in my life
My employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
work
is more important than
family
I tell you this
Once upon a time
Families stayed together
but this will not be true in my era
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
30 years from now, I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making
In the future
Environmental destruction will be the norm
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this earth
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope.
And all of this will come true unless we choose to reverse it.

*read from bottom up

Sound colors

Sorry if it's an ad.

SMILE LIKE AN EGYPTIAN

It’s the simple things that make you smile.

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Yoshitomo Nara- Nobody's fool
September 9, 2010 – January 2, 2011

Liminal Kansas...

The seasons, bloody hands, dirt roads

runaway cattle, cheating wife

runaway daughter, constant breeze

95 degree heat, no shade

windmill pumping, extracting, pulling

the order, the sequence, the monotany

the chaos, good sex!

terribly boring sex, god and death

pray for rain, get an abortion

live free, another tractor loan

live off the land, die by the land

what does night hold

what are the dreams, haunting realities

hidden desires, fantasy orgies with blind whores

rain

the next harvest, train lines to no where

or every where, train never comes

neither does life, or poetry, or passionate

sexual encounters with a stranger

that taste of love, the death of innocence

abandonment of what learned for whats known

lightning storms and small children, the fields

the horizon and limitless imagination

she does me and i do her, or vice versa

time is running out, but relax and take your time

yet hurry up, but be thoughtful

push the limits and ride this till the very end

a poe for poe

to my dear sir, Poe

empires have fallen
some reclaimed their land
your thoughts they are still rolling
my lines fall into your oceans sand

let your evil boulders roll
the Great wall
let your sepulchre unfold
the gay science will fall

i wish great Mary would sing her song
wish for Estella to love the boy
no song was sung
the christian lord cut his tongue

05.07.05
M.N

Mon Oncle - Jacques Tati

Ryszard Kapuscinski

"Be careful: they have arms, and no alternatives."

Ryszard Kapuscinski

I came across this gentleman on the Lummi Indian Reservation.

Courbet vs Orlan

The Origin of the World by Gustave Courbet :
(1866)

The Origin of War by Orlan :
(1989)

A French takes on London

And destroys it.

http://simonegiovetti.blogspot.com/

The Beautiful People

Their eyes were none but interesting, as they saw their hero, only to find out it was some American or at least pretending to be. My heart started racing, because I saw myself sitting right near them and feeling comfortable. I have experienced what they are experiencing in small doses.

They all waved goodbye and did not stop until I disappeared into the hills. I felt as though I have left my best friends behind never to see them again.

Rivers and Tides

Dostoevsky on Capital Punishment from "The Idiot"

“Yes. I saw it [an execution] in France, at Lyons. Dr. Schneider took me with him.”
“Do they hang them?”
“No, in France they always cut off their heads.”
“Do they scream?”
“How could they? It’s done in an instant. They make the man lie down and then a great knife is brought down by a heavy, powerful machine, called the guillotine. . . . The head falls off before one has time to wink. The preparations are horrible. When they read the sentence, get the man ready, bind him, lead him to the scaffold – that’s what’s awful! Crowds assemble, even women, though they don’t like women to look on. . . .”
“It’s not a thing for them!”
“Of course not, of course not! Such a horrible thing! . . . The criminal was an intelligent, middle-aged man, strong and courageous, called Legros. But I assure you, though you may not believe me, when he mounted the scaffold he was weeping and was as white as paper. Isn’t it incredible? Isn’t it awful? Who cries for fear? I’d no idea that a grown man, not a child, a man who never cried, a man of forty-five, could cry for fear! What must be passing in the soul at such a moment; to what anguish it must be brought! It’s an outrage on the soul, that’s what it is! It is written ‘Thou shalt not kill,’ so because he has killed, are we to kill him? No, that’s impossible. It’s a month since I saw that, but I seem to see it before my eyes still. I’ve dreamt of it half a dozen times.”
Myshkin was quite moved as he spoke, a faint color came into his pale face, though his voice was still gentle. The footman followed him with sympathetic interest, so that he seemed sorry for him to stop. He, too, was perhaps a man of imagination and strainings after thought.
“It’s a good thing at least that there is not much pain,” he observed, “when the head falls off.”
“Do you know,” Myshkin answered warmly, “you’ve just made that observation and every one says the same, and the guillotine was invented with that object. But the idea occured to me at the time that perhaps it made it worse. That will seem to you an absurd and wild idea, but if one has some imagination, one may suppose even that. Think! if there were torture, for instance, there would be suffering and wounds, bodily agony, and so all that would distract the mind from spiritual suffering, so that one would only be tortured by wounds till one died. But the chief and worst pain may not be in the bodily suffering but in one’s knowing for certain that in an hour, and then in ten minutes, and then in half a minute, and then now, at the very moment, the soul will leave the body and that one will cease to be a man and that that’s bound to happen; the worst part of it is that it’s CERTAIN. When you lay your head down under the knife and hear the knife slide over your head, that quarter of a second is the most terrible of all. You know this is not only my fancy, many people have said the same. I believe that so thoroughly that I’ll tell you what I think. To kill for murder is a punishment incomparably worse than the crime itself. Murder by legal sentence is immeasurably more terrible than murder by brigands. Anyone murdered by brigands, whose throat is cut at night in a wood, or something of that sort, must surely hope to escape till the very last minute. There have been instances when a man has still hoped for escape, running or begging for mercy after his throat was cut. But in the other case all that last hope, which makes dying ten times as easy, is taken away FOR CERTAIN. There is the sentence, and the whole awful torture lies in the fact that there is certainly no escape, and there is no torture in the world more terrible. You may lead a soldier out and set him facing the cannon in battle and fire at him and he’ll still hope; but read a sentence of certain death over the same soldier, and he will go out of his mind or burst into tears. Who can tell whether human nature is able to bear this without madness? Why this hideous, useless, unnecessary outrage? Perhaps there is some man who has been sentenced to death, been exposed to this torture and has been told ‘you can go, you are pardoned.’ Perhaps such a man could tell us. It was of this torture and of this agony that Christ spoke, too. No, you can’t treat a man like that!”

AK 47

model building

I have spent the past 2 days building this model for a project at work. i had forgotten how great it is to build a model and see a space come to life. i spend most of me time a work these days building computer models. this is much better.

The True size of Africa - Kai Krause

Tsunehisa Kimura