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May 19th was a Saturday
We definitely are trying to reduce allergy-producing trees where we can,” says Leif Fixen, an urban forester with the city of Boston.
— Just wanted everybody to know that’s his real name. Allergic Tree Action
May 8th was a Tuesday
They rushed the lion into townThe doctor shook him up and down And when the lion gave a roar Pierre fell out upon the floor He rubbed his eyes and scratched his head And laughed because he wasn’t dead His mother cried and held him tight His father asked—Are you all right? Pierre said—I am feeling fine Please take me home, it’s half past nine
—Maurice Sendak, Pierre (a Cautionary Tale)
I am going to go home tonight and slowly eat every page of my copy of Where the Wild Things Are. Maurice Sendak is another one of those people, like Jim Henson, whose work for children has contributed significantly to who I am as an adult, and losing him closes the book on a huge part of my childhood.
One of the first books I ever remember reading, or having read to me, is Maurice Sendak’s Pierre. While I don’t think I was ever that child outwardly, reading Pierre (and Where the Wild Things Are) evoked a sense of protest for me as a child that was a great outlet; it showed me that I could survive disagreement—even thrive from it—and emerge somehow as a Greater Person. The imperative expressed in all of Sendak’s books, to do otherwise, is woven into the fabric of my personality and has quietly informed so many of the choices I’ve made in my life.
On a shelf in my office are gently-read copies of Where the Wild Things Are and Pierre, signed by Sendak at a rare appearance in a local bookstore. I stood in line for hours to see him, and when I got to the front, I nearly cried. For a man with a very thorny reputation, he was surprisingly kind as he listened to me yammer about how much I loved his books. Someday, I’ll read them to my kid, and I really hope she eats the signature page—he’d obviously have loved that.
npr:

nprfreshair:

hwentworth:

Internet’s over, people.  Maurice Sendak just won.

Fresh Air remembers Maurice Sendak

Higher praise there could not be. —Wright

They rushed the lion into town
The doctor shook him up and down
And when the lion gave a roar
Pierre fell out upon the floor
He rubbed his eyes and scratched his head
And laughed because he wasn’t dead
His mother cried and held him tight
His father asked—Are you all right?
Pierre said—I am feeling fine
Please take me home, it’s half past nine

Maurice Sendak, Pierre (a Cautionary Tale)

I am going to go home tonight and slowly eat every page of my copy of Where the Wild Things Are. Maurice Sendak is another one of those people, like Jim Henson, whose work for children has contributed significantly to who I am as an adult, and losing him closes the book on a huge part of my childhood.

One of the first books I ever remember reading, or having read to me, is Maurice Sendak’s Pierre. While I don’t think I was ever that child outwardly, reading Pierre (and Where the Wild Things Are) evoked a sense of protest for me as a child that was a great outlet; it showed me that I could survive disagreement—even thrive from it—and emerge somehow as a Greater Person. The imperative expressed in all of Sendak’s books, to do otherwise, is woven into the fabric of my personality and has quietly informed so many of the choices I’ve made in my life.

On a shelf in my office are gently-read copies of Where the Wild Things Are and Pierre, signed by Sendak at a rare appearance in a local bookstore. I stood in line for hours to see him, and when I got to the front, I nearly cried. For a man with a very thorny reputation, he was surprisingly kind as he listened to me yammer about how much I loved his books. Someday, I’ll read them to my kid, and I really hope she eats the signature page—he’d obviously have loved that.

npr:

nprfreshair:

hwentworth:

Internet’s over, people.  Maurice Sendak just won.

Fresh Air remembers Maurice Sendak

Higher praise there could not be. —Wright

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April 23rd was a Monday

“Guys, you don’t need to over-think it; it is what it is. People pay me money, I send them a really sharp pencil—that’s about it.”

thenearsightedmonkey:

How to sharpen a pencil.

Suggested by the Seven of Diamonds

April 20th was a Friday

Barista Joke for your Friday

  • Sara: How many baristas does it take to make an Americano?
  • Me: Six. And you can't have milk--it's an Americano. That'll be $5.50. Next customer.
April 10th was a Tuesday
Y U NO UNDERSTAND ENO CAT
staceynightmare:

I made this, because someone had to.

Y U NO UNDERSTAND ENO CAT

staceynightmare:

I made this, because someone had to.

March 23rd was a Friday

Rule 1: go on your normal walk routine, to school, the store, the best most traveled routine works best and the object is to try to notice things you have never noticed before.

Rule 2 Always state before the thing you are noticing with the phrase ” I never noticed…¨ followed by thing you are noticing.

Rule 3. It has to be something that is relativley permanent or something that has been there for awhile and has never been noticed. eg, It can´t be a new piece of trash on the ground, but could be a sticker or graffiti mark. Also, very small things or insignificant marks usually considered not fair game. It is up to the players to decide if it warrants a true ¨I never noticed” score.

Rule 4 When something is ” I never noticed….” and you or any other player present at the time also has never noticed that particular thing, the player or noticer receives 10 points for noticing something unique and never noticed before— usually celebrated and acknowledged with “Wow , I never noticed that! ” or “Man, I wish I noticed that!”

On the other hand if one of the players has also noticed that before either from silent observation and or past games of I never noticed, The fellow player must state “I already noticed that before” and no points are awarded

Rule 5 first person to 100 points wins. If the full 100 points are not attained durring the routine they should be noted and continued until another day.

Please feel free to add and collaborate useful rules.

Saludos

This is my favorite kind of game. Kudos for the rules about phrasing.

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March 22nd was a Thursday
“This is sad! O little book! A day will come in truth when someone over your page will say, ‘The hand that wrote it is no more.’”
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
theatlantic:

laphamsquarterly:


“I am very cold”
“The parchment is very hairy.”
“Oh, my hand.”

—Notes from medieval monks and scribes in the margins of their work
Our latest issue “Means of Communication” is now online. Take a break from the scriptorium to check it out! 

This is awesome. 

“This is sad! O little book! A day will come in truth when someone over your page will say, ‘The hand that wrote it is no more.’”

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

theatlantic:

laphamsquarterly:

“I am very cold”

“The parchment is very hairy.”

“Oh, my hand.”

—Notes from medieval monks and scribes in the margins of their work

Our latest issue “Means of Communication” is now online. Take a break from the scriptorium to check it out! 

This is awesome. 

March 7th was a Wednesday
It’s just very difficult to end a series,” he said. “For example, ‘Seinfeld,’ they ended it with them all going to jail. Now that’s the ending we should have had. And they should have had ours, where it blacked out in a diner.
— David Chase, on final scenes in television drama, in a New York Times article about Matthew Weiner.
March 2nd was a Friday
Jessica Eaton’s Cubes for Albers and DeWitt is seriously. blowing. me. away. From the press release:

The images are constructed on sheets of 4 x 5 film. The subject is in reality monochromatic. The photographs use a set of cubes and ground options painted white, two tones of grey, and black. Through multiple exposures the colour hues in each image have been made by exposing the film to additive primaries of red, green and blue.

I can’t even with this. It’s amazing. It appears I missed this show by a few months, but you can still check the images and be bamboozled anew.


jessicaeaton:

••• cfaal (mb RGB) 21, 2011

Jessica Eaton’s Cubes for Albers and DeWitt is seriously. blowing. me. away. From the press release:

The images are constructed on sheets of 4 x 5 film. The subject is in reality monochromatic. The photographs use a set of cubes and ground options painted white, two tones of grey, and black. Through multiple exposures the colour hues in each image have been made by exposing the film to additive primaries of red, green and blue.

I can’t even with this. It’s amazing. It appears I missed this show by a few months, but you can still check the images and be bamboozled anew.

jessicaeaton:

••• cfaal (mb RGB) 21, 2011

February 17th was a Friday
In the rush to gamify enterprise websites, a number of SaaS companies have sprung up almost overnight, including BadgeFarm, Bunchball, and the self-proclaimed leader in gamification, Badgeville. Their business model is to enhance enterprise websites with “social loyalty” platforms that turn content, commerce, and community branding into a self-directed experience that exploits the psychology of gaming to keep users coming back for hours at a time. These are the same characteristics that get users to spend hours on end in massive multi-player online games like “World of Warcraft.

Try to imagine where this kind of stuff leads. Highly-optimized dopamine candies, strewn around every app and website you frequent. “Games” to incentivize your consumption of gossip or the purchase of additional text-message plans for your phone. Death by badge.

For the record, the way this is discussed is exactly the mistake, precisely the error. You rarely see it spelled out in such specific language, but there it is.

Gamification Boosting Enterprise Websites - Social Business

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