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This is just a friendly reminder that I once made a VERY affordable book of black and white photos and it’s still for sale. I’m about to embark on an epic photo road trip next week and it would be absolutely lovely if I sold a few of these to help with developing costs when I return, since I plan on shooting more film.
And, you know, something even more amazing than this could quite possibly come out of this epic road trip. Honestly, with Faye Daniels, Jacs Fishburne, Cam Damage, and Joanne Leah, how could something amazing not come out of this trip?
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Adactio: Journal—Battle for the planet of the APIs
Absolutely.
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Life With A Rangefinder, Plus Street Photography Tips
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Medieval computer
This is a volvelle, a medieval device that allowed you to calculate the phases of the moon and the latter’s position in relation to the sun. The dials, with their charming depictions of moon and sun, tell you what you need to know. What’s most remarkable about the device is not so much its crafty nature - it consists of complex layers of rotating disks - but that it is usually fitted inside a medieval book. Some are so bulky that they pierce the adjacent pages. What a surprise it must have been for the medieval reader who thumbed through such a book for the first time. Turning a page, he or she was confronted with an ingenious piece of machinery. A medieval computer.
Pic (BL): London, British Library, Egerton MS 848 (15th century). More information about the manuscript here.
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Wardrobe staple.
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Pablo Picasso in minotaur mask, Côte d’Azur, 1949
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Seeing Gezi destroyed over the weekend made me reflect: for the time it existed this was for me the most emblematic of all the movements that occupied urban space. It had a clear inclusiveness from left to right, including nationalists and militarists as well as anarchists and socialists. Women’s rights were - it looked to me - always respected and there was a massive emphasis on shared food, medicine and the creation of a democratic space, albeit of parallel hierarchies rather than horizontalist movmements. If it never had a general assembly, but instead had a closed 60 person delegate group leading it, and had clear - if disputed - demands, that shows the occupation movements are a learning organism, and they dont always learn the right stuff in the right order. All the forces of modernity were ranged against all the forces of brutality and superstition and diplomatic realpolitik, so it was no surprise to see Western governments stand by and do nothing as it was crushed.
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What I Have Lived For
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a great ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.
I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness—that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what—at last—I have found.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.
Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.
This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.
” — The Prologue to Bertrand Russell’s Autobiography (via stephen-fry-me)“It doesn’t seem to me that this fantastically marvelous universe, this tremendous range of time and space and different kinds of animals, and all the different planets, and all these atoms with all their motions, and so on, all this complicated thing can merely be a stage so that God can watch human beings struggle for good and evil - which is the view that religion has. The stage is too big for the drama.” — Richard Feynman (via ianbald)
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“And so maybe the way human beings combine these random snippets of information to create something new, maybe the connections we make and the way we remix the things we know and transmit them to others are what gives us the edge over the machines. Maybe our creativity is the real key to our survival. We can take that information and not just reduce it, we can make something new out of it. And the machines can’t do that. Yet.” — Julian Simpson