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[by bisybackson via Colossal]
News is never a 9 to 5 job.
Wednesday evening, with the news that Apple visionary Steve Jobs had passed away from pancreatic cancer, TIME managing editor Rick Stengel (center) decided to stop the presses on the issue the staff had just finished earlier that afternoon. Staff members poured back into the TIME offices for an emergency edit meeting, which left us just over three hours to produce a new issue, many of us working on the very Apple devices that Jobs created.
Thursday, we’ll announce our latest issue featuring Jobs on the cover for the eighth time.
Occupy Sesame Street! Breaking photos from Tauntr.com
YES!
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shouldn’t it be “the beginning is nigh”?
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Feist performing in the crypt of Harlem’s Church of the Intercession by Erez Avissar for Pitchfork
Ummm…awesome much?
"
Now the sky above New Mexico
is hazy with Los Angeles, what words
will you invent for clarity?
Some things were always nameless:
the heart as a rainbarrel,
the ear a long-stemmed glass.
The fiddle is still maple turned with starlight,
the bow, breath with a backbone,
sweet with sap.
That long trill
is a hand that lifts your hair
a final time, sunlight, a last kiss
that knows it is the last.
And the phrase that follows:
a small voice talking to itself, how
some moments are so huge
you notice only little things:
nicks in the tabletop, the angle of a fork.
Drink. It
is what you will have
to remember:
rain’s vowelless syntax,
how mathematics was an elegy,
the slenderness of trees.
—
Jan Zwicky, K.219, Adagio (via awritersruminations)
Contemplative amid the tiny details of a moment, of an existence. Really beautiful, just the words and their structure alone. The line “some moments are so huge you notice only little things” is the type of transcendental and ageless statement that—I imagine—might puncture the veins of a bored, cliche-weary cynic, if only for a moment.
Honestly, if I somehow had an opportunity to speak in a few weeks at the corner of Church and Vesey in lower Manhattan, I would offer the crowd these elegiac verses.
Why Elvis Liked Oral Sex (by ee1dea1)
Very strange, if true. Well, maybe not very strange. But curious, no? Interesting trivia nonetheless.
“There was a time when a fool and his money were soon parted, but now it happens to everybody.”
Adlai E. Stevenson
"Diageo North America: If you walk into a liquor store to count the unsold bottles, but the clerk is screaming at you to leave, what do you do? What in the name of God would I be doing counting unsold bottles in a liquor store? Are you trying to fuck with my mind? I mean, what is that supposed to even mean? If, for some insane reason, I was in such a store to do such a thing, and the clerk screamed anything at me, I’d probably do exactly what he said. I mean why wouldn’t I? I did get screamed at in a liquor store once. And now I stop to think about it, it was the clerk screaming. But I’m pretty damned certain I wasn’t counting anything at the time. I think I was texting my aunt."
—
Define the Ratio of People to Cake by Giles Turnbull - The Morning News
[via kottke]
I think subway line is more relevant, at least within the core of the city (Manhattan, western Queens, north Brooklyn). If she’s within biking distance, that’s probably most preferable for me, so I guess 86th st in Manhattan down to Ditmas Park and Sunset Park, up into LIC, Astoria, Sunnyside, Woodside.
