[gallery] eastmanhouse:
Coaldock worker with cigarette, Havana
Dockworker, Havana, 1932
Walker Evans, American, 1903 - 1975
Jim Dow, American, b. 19421933, printed ca. 1971
later gelatin silver contact print by Jim Dow from original negative
Overall: 20.5 x 15.6 cm
National Origin: Cuba
[gallery] ransomcenter:
Two portraits of James Joyce etched on the Ransom Center’s windows show different sides of the writer.
Mind you, I am not in the least ashamed of my advancing age. I am rather proud of it, and I have thought about it with interest for years. I am a convinced agnostic, untrammelled by religious conviction, and the prospect of death, the destination of age, has always fascinated rather than perturbed me. Forty years ago and more, I prepared a gravestone for my beloved Elizabeth and me, on a slab of gray slate that has been waiting ever since among all the jumble under the stairs. Its words provide my first text for this conceptual sermon, and this is what they say, in Welsh and in English:Here are two friends,
Jan & Elizabeth Morris
At the end of one lifeBy this I mean that whatever happens in life, friendship can see you through it; and that, well, you never know, there may be more lives to come. I conceive of those simple lines in the slate, patiently waiting there among the bric-a-brac, as a reassurance for their eventual readers, and as a comradely greeting, too!
[gallery] Kilian Schönberger
[gallery] smithsonianmag:
These 1861 Photos Helped Convince Abraham Lincoln to Preserve Yosemite for the PublicStanford University celebrates the National Park’s 150th anniversary with some retro photos
By Alexa C. Kurzius
Read more and see more images at Smithsonian.com.
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Mmm… Donuts!Our Galaxy of Images contains a few images from this trade catalog of the Ringer Do-Nut Co. from Minneapolis, MN.
Happy National Donut Day!
That Adler and Van Doren have these suspicions is indicated by their choice of the word entertainment—a dismissive word in comparison to ones I have just used, pleasure and joy, and often prefaced by the adjective “mere.” Graham Greene wrote works of fiction that he felt were seriously literary, and called them “novels”; others, largely thrillers like Stamboul Train and Brighton Rock, he called “entertainments.” But “pleasure” and “joy” are richer words, with a greater range of connotations: there can be guilty pleasures, but abiding ones as well. Adler and Van Doren don’t want to get into these complications, preferring the simple distinction between entertainment, on the one trivial hand, and information and understanding, on the strong and noble other. But to divide the world of reading in this way is to leave yourself unable to account for pleasure, and likely to mistrust it when it comes.So this is what I say to my petitioners: for heaven’s sake, don’t turn reading into the intellectual equivalent of eating organic greens, or (shifting the metaphor slightly) some fearfully disciplined appointment with an elliptical trainer of the mind in which you count words or pages the way some people fix their attention on the “calories burned” readout—some assiduous and taxing exercise that allows you to look back on your conquest of Middlemarch with grim satisfaction. How depressing. This kind of thing is not reading at all, but what C. S. Lewis once called “social and ethical hygiene.”
[gallery] mediumaevum:
Medieval Orthodox illuminations? Look closer.These are actually “Lord of the Rings” illustrations by an Ukrainian artist Sergei Iukhimov. You can view many more here.
Mind. Blown.
