Dilo Con Helvética
Dilo con Helvética
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A man in a town married twenty women. There have been no divorces or annulments, and everyone in question is still alive and well. The man is not a bigamist, and he has broken no laws. How is this possible? Where Do Eureka Moments Come From? : The New Yorker
It's all on TV. So handling the cold metal, feeling it next to his skin that first time: it was easy. And when things come to you easily, when things click effortlessly into place, it is so tempting to use the four-letter F-word. Fate.
Zadie Smith 'White Teeth'
#libro #Carl Sagan
An Interactive Graphic Showing The Evolution of Western Dance Music Over The Last 100 Years in Under 20 seconds
¡Es una representación estupenda!
Because you look around and find them looking at you. Then you become yourself to yourself. You exist. Your home has meaning. But that is not exactly it. It is not about me, but about flesh shot through with spirit, the dogs so adamantly in their bodies that they become mind. It is about the thought of dogs.
Colin Dayan With Dogs at the Edge of Life
Arte por encima de las paredes grises
Orticanoodles is the pseudonym of two italian artists from Milan (IT). Wally and Alita in their laboratory, situated in the Ortica district in Milan, work with stencil technique to create drawings, handmade posters and paste up. In their graffiti the faces of “celebrities” are stripped to the bone in a Pop vision, that appear in the streets of all Europe (London, Paris, Amsterdam, Barcelona) and fill the greys spaces of the cities. Art above all, especially on the walls!
I really do think with my pen, for my head often knows nothing of what my hand is writing.
Wittgenstein Culture and Value
Is this some kind of joke?
Imagination may lead us along a path of dreams and associations, transforming our thoughts in response to some perception; or it may focus on the presented object, transforming our perception in response to our thoughts. Just where wine is situated between these two exercises of our imaginative powers is one of the deep questions that all winos must ask, if they are to understand their dear companion. Is wine like daydreams or like art? Does it point inwards to our subjective impressions and memories, or outwards to the world – bringing order as Tintoretto, Wordsworth or Mozart brought order, by reshaping the objects of our perception?
R. Scruton, I drink, therefore I am
