Monday, May 25, 2015
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015
At the Internet Archive, we know we can’t preserve the world’s knowledge alone. We will need the public’s help to curate our shared human culture. So we are embarking on a two-year project to build a toolset and user interface that allow communities outside the Archive to save, manage and share their cultural treasures--further democratizing access to all knowledge. Citizen-archivists will be able to build collections, enhance metadata and join like-minded communities in deciding what of our history gets archived and made accessible to everyone, forever, for free.
~ Wendy Hanamura from "Knight Foundation to Support Toolsets for Building Libraries Together" ~
Monday, May 18, 2015
BinCam is a two-part system designed to increase individuals’ awareness of their food waste and recycling behaviour. It uses a standard kitchen bin augmented with a mobile phone to automatically capture and log an individual’s waste management activity. Photos are tagged using a crowd sourcing service and uploaded to the BinCam application on a social network site, which encourages playful engagement and reflection upon a user’s personal bin data. People can review and share communications about the bin-related behaviour of themselves and others.
~ BinCam website ~
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Friday, May 15, 2015
~ Larry Sawyer from "Sundial" ~
Can I just say how much I love this line? I love it! --KK
Illustration from Bird-Lore from National Association of Audubon Societies for the Protection of Wild Birds and Animals (1899), courtesy Internet Archive.
Posted by Diane Mayr at 12:00 AM
Thursday, May 14, 2015
As a result of Title IX, and a new generation of parents who want their daughters to have the opportunities they never had, women's sports have arrived.
The attitude that existed in this 1904 illustration, courtesy Library of Congress, sadly persisted for decades longer. Click on the image to enlarge for easier reading.
Posted by Diane Mayr at 9:37 AM
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Some years ago there was a cat-concert held in Paris. It was called "Concert Miaulant," from the mewing of the animals. They were trained by having their tails pulled every time a certain note was struck, and the unpleasant remembrance caused them to mew each time they heard the sound again.
~ from The Queer The Quaint The Quizzical: A Cabinet for the Curious by Frank H. Stauffer (1882) ~
"Un Concert de Chats: Le Lion Présidant une assemblée de Betes" (1862) courtesy NY Public Library Digital Collections.
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
Photo © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
Friday, May 8, 2015
Nothing is too small. Nothing is too, quote-unquote, ordinary or insignificant. Those are the things that make up the measure of our days, and they're the things that sustain us. And they're the things that certainly can become worthy of poetry.
Photo by Fred Viebahn, courtesy Wikimedia Commons.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
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Thursday, April 30, 2015
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.
Image courtesy NYPL Digital Collections.
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Ask yourself in the quietest hour of the night: must I write? Dig down into yourself for a deep answer. And if this should be in the affirmative, if you may meet this solemn question with a strong and simple, I must, then build your life according to this necessity.
Sketch by Leonid Pasternak, courtesy Wikimedia.
Monday, April 27, 2015
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Saturday, April 25, 2015
Friday, April 24, 2015
In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent:
a thing is brought forth which we didn’t know we had in us,
so we blink our eyes, as if a tiger had sprung out
and stood in the light, lashing his tail.
Postage stamp courtesy Wikimedia Commons.
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Decadence is a difficult word to use since it has become little more than a term of abuse applied by critics to anything they do not yet understand or which seems to differ from their moral concepts.
~ Ernest Hemingway ~
Posted by Diane Mayr at 6:02 AM
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
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Thursday, April 16, 2015
Lamentably, it is an historical fact that privileged groups seldom give up their privileges voluntarily.
[Note: the sad part is, in the 2010s, those challenged privileged groups are now claiming they're the ones being mistreated! --KK]
1962 photo by O. Fernandez, courtesy Library of Congress.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Monday, April 13, 2015
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Friday, April 10, 2015
...a poem is a chunk of language to be used for purposes seen as important by government-hired experts. It’s irrelevant whether these have anything to do with what poets try to do, but then who cares if this test runs counter to what poets think?
~ Michael Rosen ~
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it's such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her.
Photo by Curtis Cobb, courtesy Wikimedia.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
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Thursday, April 2, 2015
When I was 10 years old, I loved--I loved books, and I used to haunt the secondhand bookshop. And I found a little book I could just afford, and I bought it, and I took it home. And I climbed up my favorite tree, and I read that book from cover to cover. And that was Tarzan of the Apes. I immediately fell in love with Tarzan.
Posted by Diane Mayr at 7:33 AM
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
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Friday, March 27, 2015
Who will guard over the fragile blossom of haiku poetry? Who will protect it in our own time against all that threatens it: societal indifference to poetry in general, materialism, a blindness to nature and our absolute inclusion in it, and, structurally, the heresy that "haiku" can be any utterance written in 5-7-5 syllables, or the recent disturbing trend of defining as haiku short, obtuse, experimental language games that only seem to proclaim the poet's cleverness for cleverness's sake? Who, indeed, will guard over haiku?
~ David Lanoue ~
Thursday, March 26, 2015
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Saturday, March 21, 2015
A writer writes not because he is educated, but because he is driven by the need to communicate. Behind the need to communicate is the need to share. Behind the need to share is the need to be understood. The writer wants to be understood much more than he wants to be respected or praised or even loved. And that perhaps, is what makes him different from others.
~ Leo Rosten ~
Friday, March 20, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
The most difficult book I wrote was the fourth in a series of linked children's books. It was like pulling teeth because the publisher wanted exactly the same but completely different. I'd much rather just do something completely different, even if there's a risk of it going wrong.
~ Mark Haddon ~