pushpin or poetry

2017-01-07

Yugoslavian Computer Magazine Cover Girls of the 1980s-90s

http://flashbak.com/yugoslavian-computer-magazine-cover-girls-of-the-1980s-90s-370271/

2014-12-31

#4 Best Intentions

What:

A community-driven bot that solicits and then retweets resolutions and predictions for the new year.

How:

Listens to the User stream for replies, then checks their contents for text containing “in 2015”, “help”, or “I fucking did it”. If a resolution (i.e. contains “in 2015”) or declaration (“I fucking did it”), retweets and sends a response to the user. If a request for help, replies with instructions.

Why:

2014 was kind of a bust, and community rules. Wanted a way to gather folks’ aspirations for the new year, whether positive or born of frustration.

Source:

https://github.com/hartsick/itstwentyfifteen

2014-12-15

52bots:

#3 Winterscapes
What:
Generates wintry unicode landscapes 4x per day.
How:
Uses a selection of unicode characters for ground (trees, houses, horses, people) and sky (stars, snowflakes) with varied probabilities of appearance to generate a landscape with one row of ground, x of sky, and at least one snowman, and then tweets it.
So human folks may actually follow the account, only tweets about every 3 hours between 7am and 7pm PST (~4x per day). Inspired by TinyStarField.
Source:
https://github.com/hartsick/winterscapes

okay, so I maaaaay be a bit excited to be going back home to Ohio and SEASONS in just a few days.

winterscapes is my third project for 52bots, Jim and my new project where we each create a new Twitter bot each week over the course of a year.

my bots posted so far are my first three projects ever in Python – if any folks, especially beginning coders, have any questions or want tips on getting started with your first bot, let me know!

also, if you have any bot ideas you’d like to talk about or see come to fruition, shoot me a message! I’d really love to collaborate.

Source: 52bots

2014-08-24

The future is dark, which is the best thing the future can be, I think.

— Virginia Woolf, Jan 18, 1915. via Rebecca Solnit’s essay “Woolf’s Darkness”

2014-08-23

Woolf’s essays are often both manifestoes about and examples or investigations of this unconfined consciousness, this uncertainty principle. They are also models of a counter-criticism, for we often think the purpose of criticism is to nail things down. During my years as an art critic I used to joke that museums love artists the way that taxidermists love deer, and something of that desire to secure, to stabilize, to render certain and definite the open-ended, nebulous, and adventurous work of artists is present in many who work in that confinement sometimes called the art world.
A similar kind of aggression against the slipperiness of the work and the ambiguities of the artist’s intent and meaning often exists in literary criticism and academic scholarship, a desire to make certain what is uncertain, to know what is unknowable, to turn the flight across the sky into the roast upon the plate, to classify and contain. What escapes categorization can escape detection altogether.
There is a kind of counter-criticism that seeks to expand the work of art, by connecting it, opening up its meanings, inviting in the possibilities. A great work of criticism can liberate a work of art, to be seen fully, to remain alive, to engage in a conversation that will not ever end but will instead keep feeding the imagination. Not against interpretation, but against confinement, against the killing of the spirit. Such criticism is itself great art.
This is a kind of criticism that does not pit the critic against the text, does not seek authority. It seeks instead to travel with the work and its ideas, invite it to blossom and invite others into a conversation that might have previously seemed impenetrable, to draw out relationships that might have been unseen and open doors that might have been locked. This is a kind of criticism that respects the essential mystery of a work of art, which is in part its beauty and its pleasure, both of which are irreducible and subjective. The worst criticism seeks to have the last word and leave the rest of us in silence; the best opens up an exchange that need never end.

— Rebecca Solnit, “Woolf’s Darkness” in Men Explain Things to Me (2014)

2014-04-12

vaginal-erection:

same

bea on my tumblr dash!

(via vicoactive-blog)

Source: floresenelatico

2014-04-07

2014-03-31

2014-01-29

2014-01-02

coiffure idol

(via sovereigntyflight)

Source: oursherenow

2013-08-05

suburbanisms:

Highlights: Bozeman, Montana

Nearing the end of catchup for the travel blog! Nine days left to go—these were taken back on July 3th.

The image set I’m reviewing now includes about two hundred semi-frantically-shot photos from when our car was surrounded by eight buffalo and two of their wobbly babies in Yellowstone.

We move into our new apartment in L.A. tomorrow, which is incredibly exciting, but I can’t help but miss the (not-so-)open road.

Source: suburbanisms

2013-07-07

suburbanisms:

Day 47:
16 June 2013
Mountain View, CA, to San Francisco, CA
Daily Mileage: 106 mi
Total Mileage: 9361 mi
(1 of 3)

Less than one week left on the road! We’re currently in Salt Lake City, Utah (and so, so behind on updating the blog).

Despite intense wind and rain (and some related tent mishaps), we camped in a dude’s backyard last night in the middle of the city. Woke up and ate some fresh duck eggs from winged things that live about 20 feet away from our camping mats, and pet the cuddliest cat. Today was mostly spent cruising LDS sites, unsuccessfully trying to catch a glimpse of the Salt Lake (no Spiral Jetty this time, unfortunately), dodging lightning and torrential rain, and imbibing copious amounts of caffeine.

Tomorrow we head to Zion, where the temperature is predicted to be ~108 degrees.

But, about these pictures. There is no better thing in life than a beach with pinball machines and garlic fries.