January 2012
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December 2011
62 posts
“…go to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call...”
– John Masefield
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Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must down go to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be...
johnny be good: insights, condoms and comedy →
I love the Condom08 campaign – the perfect marriage of real insight, a creative idea and seamless cross platform execution driven by data and user stories. And it’s about sex, and everyone loves…
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“I know you are slammed so I took a stab at writing the copy myself.”
– (via doucheyaccountguy)
Oh so familiar. Better still when it’s the CEO not the douchey account guy… good times.
“It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off...”
– Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro (via thechocolatebrigade)
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“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become...”
– Ingrid Bergman
“Brevity is the soul of lingerie.”
– Dorothy Parker
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“Reading a book should be a conversation between you and the author. Presumably...”
– Mortimer Adler, writing in 1940, makes a case for marginalia as the yin-yang of reading/writing (via curiositycounts)
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“Me: Kim Jong Il is dead.
Colleague One: Bullshit!
Colleague Two: Who’s...”
Michael Paterniti Goes Behind the Scenes at Al... →
If Doha makes a somewhat sleepy home for a network that broadcasts to 250 million homes in 120 countries—and one that now aggressively competes against the big global news-gathering operations—the broadcast center outwardly betrays nothing of the frisson that goes into making news, either. The Al Jazeera compound floats squat and pale behind high fences near what’s called the Television...
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ii-ne-kore: tjanpi and the desert →
We went out bush with the local aboriginal women. Beautiful colours. In the car, the toyota, back full of women going to dig for roots. Musical language, blended with the earth. Sound of the wind and wild camels meandering. ‘yu-wah’.
Driving around delivering meals to the oldies in the community with Mr Mervin and Elsie. Old matresses and camp fires out front of the cement block houses....
The Age of Mechanical Reproduction - The Morning... →
buyhercandy:
Three years of waiting. Everywhere around us there are waves of bouncing sons, bounties of daughters, stroller wheels creaking under the cheerful load. Facebook updates, email messages, and Christmas cards arrive with pictures of tots, their faces smeared with avocado or cake frosting. Babies on rugs, babies in hats. Invitations to baby showers with cursive script and cartoon...
“There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money,...”
– ~Robert Graves
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“I want a woman who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t...”
– Henry Rollins (via seveniste)
The perfect (wo/)man
marksays:
Create your own rituals of resistance, whether it is a political book club or a meal with the homeless. / @NoamChomski
