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The problems arise from the isolation of the eye outside its natural interaction with other sense modalities, and from the elimination and suppression of other senses, which increasingly reduce and restrict the experience of the world into the sphere of vision. This separation and reduction fragments the innate complexity, comprehensiveness and plasticity of the perceptual system, reinforcing a sense of detachment and alienation.
Juhani Pallasmaa, The Eyes of the Skin: Architecture and the SensesPosted on May 10, 2013
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Sandberg describes waddling into the Google headquarters when she was heavily pregnant and demanding a special parking spot for pregnant workers. But nowhere does she describe using her position of power to help mothers — or fathers — get more flexible or reduced schedules.
Posted on April 2, 2013
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In the center of Chicago a golden pond of honey formed, which trickled along the streets, over squares, and dripped into the drains, absorbing every imaginable scent and substance that crossed its path. Those in search of unusual sensations tried spreading it on bread and found that the world and time itself turned as golden, viscous and sweet as honey.
Andri Snaer Magnason, “LoveStar”Posted on February 22, 2013
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Never forget this was a lockout. Never forget this was put upon you and the players and the sport by the owners. Never forget the two biggest engines in all this weren’t poor, put-upon teams in tough markets, but rather financial giants whose sole motivation was greed and the desire to squeeze just an extra dime or two out of every dollar spent.
Posted on January 7, 2013
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The healing from the pain is in the pain. -Rumi
Posted on December 7, 2012
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To prepare for eventual evolution of humans into pinniped sea mammalians, I continue to walk in the rain every chance I get.
Posted on November 29, 2012
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Somewhere underneath the hull of Armando Tovar’s boat, the aquatic manifestation of the great god Xolotl was slithering along the muddy canal bottom, digesting bugs, laying eggs and trying to avoid extinction.
Posted on October 3, 2012
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She lived her life under near-constant surveillance and was continually stressed by interactions with the human world. She was tracked and logged as data, reflecting the way we have come to see the world around us through Tron and Matrix-like filters, qualifying and quantifying everything, rather than experiencing and interacting.
Posted on February 7, 2012 with 1 note
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ABSTRACT: A troubled girl lives in apartment in Greenwich Village. She is always losing things, and she carries a flask of Scotch around in her handbag to help her through daily crises. Her daily life in the city is described through street scenes & subway scenes. She thinks about her stay on an island off the coast of Maine with her lover. The holiday wasn’t a success. She stops in at St. Patrick’s Cathedral & inadvertently finds herself telling a priest that it has been 15 years since her last confession. She goes on talking for a while & he tells her if she is in trouble she can come to the rectory next Wednesday & speak with him. She tells him she is frightened to death but he chooses not to hear. She leaves, and starts uptown for an appointment. She is in a doctor’s office lying on a table. Somebody cried, “Hey that hurts, it hurts.” Slurp, water whizzing in the basin. Will it travel down the sewers like an abandoned pet, eyeless, lost to the gene pool, never to breed? Doctor having left the room, his assistant matter-of-factly sprinkled water over what was in the basin, saying, “I baptize thee in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.” “You are baptizing a newt”, she said reproachfully. In the next scene she is at a party.
Posted on December 19, 2011 with 2 notes
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On the last day of the world
I would want to plant a treePosted on December 2, 2011
