River Rats setting up for a bluesy set called ‘Riverside’ at the Kava Bar.
Caleb reads a Lorca translation at the Kava Bar open mic.
I’m glad that sales of my books have dropped to where serious literary journals now take an interest in me.
I loathe blogs when I look at them. Blogs look to me illiterate, they look hasty, like someone babbling. To me writing is a considered act. It’s something which is a great labor of thought and consideration. A blog doesn’t seem to have any literary merit at all. It’s a chatty account of things that have happened to that particular person.
Paul Theroux discusses blogging, travel writing, “Three Cups of Tea,” and his new book “The Tao of Travel.” Read the whole interview at The Atlantic. (via theatlantic)
If you work with your hands, you’re a laborer.
If you work with your hands and your mind, you’re a craftsman.
If you work with your hands and your mind and your heart, you’re an artist.
Saint Francis of Assisi (via ftweeks)
The poet should speak to all men, for a moment, of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
Edith Sitwell (via nathanielstuart)
In spite of all the poetry, all the philosophy to the contrary, we are not really masters of our fate.
Good designers transform insights into inspiration
and inspiration into something tangible – Simon Rucker – Harvard Business Review (via gregmelander)
‘zoom r8’ portable recorder/interface/controller/sampler (via designboom)
The trap of ‘writing about yourself’
Rarely do I read anything published on Gawker, but this is a good read for writers using social media.
Writing about yourself as a character is a process that feeds on itself. If you set out with the intent of making yourself a “brand” with a certain image and persona, you are locking yourself in a prison of your own creation. (via gawker)
Scratching the earth – otherwise known as a mountain urban garden
It’s hard to tell from this image, but there is more than a four foot difference between the top of the garden and the lower portion. It’s still a garden in development using found materials. Most the garden is hand tilled and bordered with limbs and branches and creek stone.
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Aww, we’re honored to be on this awesome list with such awesome fellow Tumblrers. Thanks Kateopolis!
This is a superior list of superior Tumblr entities. Precious jewels, all.
citadelnow: Our List: The Best News Tumblrs
I’m not going to comment on this ‘list’; instead, here’s mine in no particular order:
Last night at roughly 8:17pm New Yorkers got a chance to experience “Manhattanhenge”, the semiannual occurrence where the setting sun aligns perfectly with east-west streets. If you missed it don’t worry though, a second date this year is expected to take place on Monday, July 11 at 8:25 p.m.
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Remember that scene in “The Rock” where Nicholas Cage injects adrenaline straight into his heart to avoid death by horrible face-melting poison? Tumblr, you are our 12-inch needle of life.
Find them here.Remember that scene in “The Rock” where Nicholas Cage injects adrenaline straight into his heart to avoid death by horrible face-melting poison? Tumblr, you are our 12-inch needle of life.
A while back I did a panel on music criticism as part of The Wheeler Centre’s Critical Failure series, with Lawrie Zion, Chris Johnston and Mikey Cahill.
(And yes, I am wearing a Darth Vader hoodie.)
Fluffynotes was there!
How do you use ‘cineast’ in a sentence?
Yesterday I tweeted a few words I had to read and record for an audio podcast. I gave away the spelling of one word, ‘cineast.’ But how would you pronounce it? Here’s another challenge. Try to spell the words I read in this podcast without clicking the link to see how they are spelled.
ckck: The first air show at the Grand Palais in Paris, France. September 30th, 1909. Photographed in Autochrome Lumière by Léon Gimpel.
Maybe our favourite quotations say more…
There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.
P.G. Wodehouse (via libraryland)
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