This leads to a question that goes deep into internet culture and the assumptions with which our infinity machines are packaged: exactly what is it that we are looking for?
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Recognizing that lots of people on the web are using its images without credit or payment, Getty is betting that allowing noncommercial use of its photos can benefit the bottom line more than it harms it.
This evidence suggests that both ill and creative minds exhibit "cognitive disinhibition"--a failure to filter out useless or extraneous thoughts. Indeed, one comedian in the current study cited "wide associative patterns" as the source of good joke-writing. The word "bicycle" can't just conjure up an image of someone on a bicycle; it has to call to mind everything "from images of fat people riding bicycles naked and getting chafed to the fact that Lance Armstrong only has one testicle."
No sentence populating the contemporary online universe hits that mark with more precision than “Your an idiot!” It is The Internet’s Most Internet Sentence.
I’ve read accounts of people my age — 40 or so — losing parents to cancer or Alzheimer’s, but just as big a tragedy are the crops of grandmothers and grandfathers debilitated by Fox News-induced hysteria.
I don’t know why we long so for permanence, why the fleeting nature of things so disturbs. With futility, we cling to the old wallet long after it has fallen apart. We visit and revisit the old neighborhood where we grew up, searching for the remembered grove of trees and the little fence. We clutch our old photographs. In our churches and synagogues and mosques, we pray to the everlasting and... eternal. Yet, in every nook and cranny, nature screams at the top of her lungs that nothing lasts, that it is all passing away. All that we see around us, including our own bodies, is shifting and evaporating and one day will be gone. Where are the one billion people who lived and breathed in the year 1800, only two short centuries ago?
“For those of us,” Ms. Messud writes, “whose thoughts digress; for whom unexpected juxtapositions are exhilarating rather than tiresome; who aim, if always inadequately, to convey life’s experience in some semblance of its complexity—for such writers, the semi-colon is invaluable.”
By failing to provide context, offering a repetitive and restricted view of what “history” is, and never linking to the many real historical resources available on the Web, these accounts strip history of the truly fun parts: curiosity, detective work, and discovery.
At least 160 Chinese cities have more than 1 million people, compared to nine in the United States.
How gay is Russia? Sorry, Vlad, but it’s far gayer than you might acknowledge or wish. Russia is Tchaikovsky gay. Mussorgsky gay. Nijinsky gay. Ivan The Terrible gay. Diaghilev gay. Eisenstein gay. Erte gay. When I say gay, I mean the very best of gay. I mean inspired, dramatic, flamboyant, theatrical and fabulously haughty. I mean Rudolph Nureyev gay.
“I realized,” Mr. Shear told The New Yorker, “that the thing I love is stuff.”
If those Target customers had been paying with PayPal—an option available at stores like Home Depot, but not yet at the discount retailer—they wouldn't have had their card or PIN numbers exposed, Marcus said. “We don't share your financial details with merchants,” he explained. “That’s foundational to our business."
They have great merch. I've bought cool furniture, clothing, accessories and jewelry here. It's a tasteful, well-culled affair. So the reason 3 stars and not 5 is that if you were to make a Portlandia-style show lampooning painfully-hip Eastside yupster grotesquerie -- you'd be insane not to just set it right here. That's how suffocatingly pretentious the vibe of this store is. And I'm... not one to chafe against bougie creative-class hipster memes. I live for that shit. But Mohawk just takes it to an absurd next-next-level. It's like the "chill" 2013 Silver Lake version of the shop Julia Roberts gets snubbed at in Pretty Woman. And yet the next time I need to get a unique necklace for my girlfriend, or a new wallet, perhaps an artisanal candle... fuck me, this is the first place I'm coming!
“Photography has never been as fashionable as now. Photography has replaced the verb in communication. In fact Photography IS the communication now.” – Jean-Jacques Naudet
This is the beauty of the farewell favorite: It's the ultimate compromise between a formal goodbye and a stealth exit. It informs people that you're leaving (courteous!), without drawn-out explanations (awkward!). It's efficient. It's cheerful.
“Paper’s most powerful magic? Simply this. That paper allows us to be present—or appear to be present—when we are in fact absent,” Sansom writes in Paper. “It both breaks and bridges time and distance. I am talking to you now, for example, on paper. You cannot see me, and you cannot hear me. I may, for all you know, already be dead. But by the mysterious application of pen to paper, and by your patient reading, we have between us conjured the illusion of communication.”
The snapshot – a spontaneous capturing of a banal moment, minimally directed and with little regard for artistic or journalistic convention, full of red-eyes, severed heads, leaky shutters and drugstore hyper-saturation –