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via Swiss Miss
When Weisberg looks out at the world or when Roger Horchow sits next to you on an airplane, they don’t see the same world that the rest of us see. They see possibility, and while most of us are busily choosing whom we would like to know, and rejecting the people who don’t look right or live out near the airport, or whom we haven’t seen in sixty-five years, Lois and Roger like them all.
The Tipping Point
by Malcolm Gladwell
53
Spotted while wandering around the streets of Hangzhou. Snapped because it struck me as rather odd to have SAD boldly declared for a company whose innards didn’t look very art-related. It made me stop to look and gave me a mental thwap. Hence, ooh!
[Hangzhou, China]
HILARIOUS! I’m chuckling rather loudly considering I’m in a public space…
(I know I’ve been out of the physics/math realm for far too long considering how long it took me to laugh at the last one.)
Saw this at a booth at one of Hangzhou’s Creative Expos and was quite charmed!
I’m a fan of the color and texture of the figure…
by Miloza Ma.
More Regen-01 at this blog post.
But, you know, I think reckless curiosity would be what the world needs now, just a little bit.
-Andrew Bird
in the TED Talk Andrew Bird’s One-man Orchestra of the Imagination
I LOVE FLASHMOBS!
Side effects may include: grinning til it hurts, joyous tears and a happy swelling heart… Or just joy. Which totally works too.
I tend to think that there’s an element of music that cannot be captured. Life cannot be captured. Human heart cannot be captured. The moment of creation itself is fleeting.
Parker Wilson
(played by Richard Gere)
in the movie Hachi
I am tired, Quilan. I have waited for these memories to lose their force over the years and decades and centuries, but they have not. There are places to go, but either I would not be me when I went there, or I would remain myself and so still have my memories. By waiting for them to drop away all this time I have grown into them, and they into me. We have become each other. There is no way back I consider worth taking.
Look To Windward by Iain M. Banks
384
(The title being the sound of appreciation I involuntarily made when I saw this image.) This is flippin’ fantastic.
I love images that make your mind flip. And this guy’s illustrations are full of mind flips. Not brain-hurting mind-numbing mental gymnastics… but a (probably deceptively) simple, rather whimsical wit-flip that I thoroughly enjoy.
He’s got a book out too… I know what I want for Christmas!
Rob Wants To Give You A High Five! GET READY!
I’m guessing this guy doesn’t usually look this happy on a Monday morning.
That’s the beauty of this Improv Everywhere mission!
Watch below: Details »
The point, of course, is that the people who spent days and sweated buckets could also have taken an aircraft to the summit if all they wanted was to absorb the view. It is the struggle that they crave. The sense of achievement is produced by the route to the peak, not the peak itself. It is just the fold between the pages.
Look To Windward
by Iain M. Banks
300
-The point is: what happens in heaven?
-Unknowable wonderfulness?
-Nonsense. The answer is nothing. Nothing can happen because if something happens, in fact if something can happen, then it doesn’t represent eternity. Our lives are about development, mutation and the possibility of change; that is almost a definition of what life is: change.
from Look to Windward
by Iain M. Banks
229
“Airports help to put us in touch with the idea of alternatives — they relativize us. They make us think that right now, be it at 10 a.m. or 3 p.m., somewhere on the other side of the globe, very different things are happening. They do that very basic task of the places of travel: to jolt us into remembering that the world is stranger, more exciting, more various than we imagine it when we are in familiar surroundings, and in danger of boredom and routine.”
-Alain de Botton
via Ben Casnocha: The Blog
from the Los Angeles Times
I’m always a sucker for drawings that are highly rendered in one area then fade away into nothingness.
This one though, is especially poignant because the subject fits in so well with the style.
He looks as if the withering of his physical body has begun… perhaps there’s a mental withering as well? Beautiful!
How cool is this?!
(And yes, I do realize that the title of the post might win the award for the most obvious statement of the century.)
I wonder what the process is like for creating this. Does he work with a light on? (And wouldn’t his head or hands get in the way constantly?) Or is his sense of space and visualization so incredibly tuned that he can snip away and construct with only periodic checks? I love playing with light and shadow.
Check out his site and My Modern Met for even more splendid work.
