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Margaretha Roosenboom (Dutch, 1843 - 1896): A sprig of wild roses (via Albricht)

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Aili Schmeltz (b.1975, USA)

Born and raised in the suburban Midwest, installation artist and sculptor Aili Schmeltz currently lives and works in Los Angeles. She obtained an MFA from the University of Arizona and a BFA from the Kansas City Art Institute. Her work exposes the manifest juxtaposition between her upbringing in the Midwest and her temperamental adopted city, Los Angeles. Schmeltz makes the claim that striving for utopia is just as utopian as the physical place or the paradisiacal goal realized. But the building remnants strip the hybridized structures of their naiveté, and consequently, they look less like futuristic possibility and more like fallen monuments of idealism. (src. APT Global) © All images courtesy of the artist

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Pic of the day

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Men feed birds in the Yamuna river in New Delhi on November 23, 2012. (Tsering Topgyal/AP)

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M. Gustave: “Why do you want to be a lobby boy?” Zero: “Well, who wouldn’t - at the Grand Budapest, sir. It’s an institution.”

The Grand Budapest Hotel

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Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate. Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met. "Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted. When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “My travels have changed me…” Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss.

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I LOVE KAFKA

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Yes

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Journalism, some huge percentage of it, should be devoted to putting pressure on power, on nonsense, on chicanery of all kinds and if that’s going to invite a lawsuit, well, bring it on.

David Remnick, Editor of The New Yorker

David Remnick Looks Back On Tough Decisions As ‘The New Yorker' Turns 90

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Great quote from David Remnick’s interview. -Tajha

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And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.

Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler (via vdekja)