etc., recall the word
resoldered here
in a pane of sand.
— R. Kenney
I am not even twelve hours into the Italy trip and it is clear that the iPhone may be the surprise social lubricant of the journey. People are unabashed about asking about it, wanting to hold it, play with it. And I am of course obliging.
The great thing is that being wowed by the iPhone has nothing to do with language. It is visual and tactile and immediate. An Italian at O’Hare and an Indian in Milan (where I am now) were flicking through my kids’ photos in no time flat. A great conversation-starter.
For what it’s worth, the phone works great over here and EDGE isn’t too bad either.
How I hauled myself, two teens, an 80 lb dog, and a whole load of crap 4000+ miles across six states in twenty days using an electric vehicle. And survived to tell the tale.
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Nové video: https://youtu.be/bjAakPRYN0c Hlavní nádraží Praha - znělka 02 (Dlouhá verze) Když se člověk zaposlouchá, slyší muziku na každém rohu. Na nádraží hrají třeba tento notoricky známý barokní hit. Schválně, kdo z vás pozná o jakou skladbu se jedná. Originál je
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More highway lanes won’t actually ease traffic.
The Olympics are a celebration of athletic prowess, an event that incidentally highlights the diversity of the human body. Take height for example. Simone Biles, the GOAT, hurtled herself through her Paris 2024 floor routine at 4’8”.
“‘We will each write a ghost story,’ said Lord Byron; and his proposition was acceded to. There were four of us.” – Mary Shelley, Introduction to Frankenstein. Wow, Mary! Wow. Dr. Frankenstein and his monster. I can’t imagine anything more chilling.
The US Federal Trade Commission is taking action against subscriptions that are difficult to get rid of. On Wednesday, it adopted a final “click-to-cancel” rule requiring businesses to make canceling a subscription as easy as signing up.
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The Power Broker is 50 years old. Robert Caro’s riveting account of the career of the New York City urban planner Robert Moses is being celebrated once again as a modern masterpiece, and it’s hard to quarrel with that judgment. Certainly I won’t.
In this latest narrative survey, our goal is to explore the keen and rising interest in practices of repair, reuse, preservation, maintenance, and care, and the growing conviction that such practices are vitally important to our cultures and economies, our ecosystems and ecologies.
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Prefer to listen to this post? There is no more important location in horror fiction than the house. The geometry of surfaces that creates an inside where only outside once was, subject to the decay of time like a human body, able to be loved, often to be feared: the haunted house. Tourists, as I […]
Continue ReadingThis month both my personal blog, Ascent Stage, and my Flickr account turn 20 years old. I’ve gone back through all of it — 862 posts, 30,558 photos. Other than endemic linkrot, an unfortunate smattering of Flash-based content, and services whose embed functions have crapped out (looking at you Flickr video, YouTube, and Google Maps), […]
Continue ReadingPrefer to listen to this post? “It’s a sin to kill a mockingbird,” we’re told by Atticus Finch, in the novel title-dropped in that line. Now, think back to your 8th grade self and try to remember why it’s a sin in his opinion. It isn’t because it’s a pretty bird; Atticus says flatly “Shoot […]
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