New York No.1, LU XINJIAN 陆新建, from the City DNA series (via roomthily)
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This is an old-ish story (“MIT Scientist Captures 90,000 Hours of Video of His Son’s First Words, Graphs It”), but I really like the image above. I’m a sucker for fisheye lenses.
“ If you don’t take money, they can’t tell you what to do. That’s the key to the whole thing.
Bill Cunningham (via Matt Haughey)
The Task of Art
“The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory. That is our duty. If we don’t fulfill it, we feel unhappy. A writer or any artist has the sometimes joyful duty to transform all that into symbols. These symbols could be colors, forms or sounds. For a poet, the symbols are sounds and also words, fables, stories, poetry. The work of a poet never ends. It has nothing to do with working hours. Your are continuously receiving things from the external world. These must be transformed, and eventually will be transformed. This revelation can appear anytime. A poet never rests. He’s always working, even when he dreams. Besides, the life of a writer, is a lonely one. You think you are alone, and as the years go by, if the stars are on your side, you may discover that you are at the center of a vast circle of invisible friends whom you will never get to know but who love you. And that is an immense reward.”
—Jorge Luis Borges (emphasis mine, via Allen)
The Free Universal Construction Kit (via everywhere)
New obsession: “Way is a two-player online game where anonymous strangers speak and collaborate with puppetry.”
![New York City, March 2012, Teju Cole
It was Dostoevsky himself on the train, red-bearded, balding, pouring his furrowed brow into a small blue book, “The Coming Insurrection.”
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New York City, March 2012, Teju Cole
It was Dostoevsky himself on the train, red-bearded, balding, pouring his furrowed brow into a small blue book, “The Coming Insurrection.”
[Links added by me.]
I keep reopening this photo, take a walk: Incentive, by Brandon Jacobs-Mills.
39 degrees, sunny. The new girlfriend is in the castle. A quest for the nebulous destination of South Harlem, begins in Bed-Stuy. Though, it is dangerous to go alone, here, take these 3 lives. Join a walk inspired by Guy Debord’s dérives, sex, and low bit depth video games.
Encounter by chance, strangers under bridges, secret passages, and wooded areas with wicked histories, all endangering your 3 hearts.
Lose those, and your walk is over. But all will be gifted a small physical memento of their journey.
That’s part of Walking Stories from The Walk Study Training Course.
The Walk Study Training Course is reading about walking and walking about reading. Each class takes the form of a walk, facilitating interaction with the city through the lens of critical readings and examples of artistic practice. It is open to both artists and non-artists
Four images taken by Mike Lee with a water drop microscope for the XO laptop
Slow Month
It’s been slow here for the past few weeks. I’ve been busy over at my class blog, tcsnmy8.
For those of you who are unaware, this is my last of what will be four years at The Children’s School. Over the course of that time, I blogged at tcsnmy6 for two school years (2008-2009 and 2009-2010), tcsnmy7 for two (2009-2010 and 2010-2011), and tcsnmy8 for the final two (2010-2011 and 2011-2012).
Models of the Right Lung, from Horst Kiechle’s Paper Torso project
“ I don’t want a ‘City for Children’, I want a city where children live in the same world I do.
Chris Berthelsen
“Visitor immersed in an untitled, 2011 Anish Kapoor sculpture at The Armory Show.” (via @museumnerd via fieldmic)
