Saint Bart' pour les intimes. Sur Park Avenue.
Ah! la tour du Sherry Netherland, à ne pas confondre avec la tour de General Motors qu'on voit derrière. Bon sang, j'adore cet édifice au coin de Central Park et de la cinquième avenue. C'est André François qui m'a indiqué le premier, pour le Nero Wolf, l'hôtel Sherry Netherland au nom si poétique...
Francis Grossmann, l'auteur du blog Ciscoblog, s'est tué Jeudi dernier, au matin, dans un accident de voiture près de Cahors où il habitait depuis quelques mois. Il avait 61 ans.
Je n'avais jamais rencontré Francis en personne, cependant je lisais son blog depuis ses débuts, en 2002, et j'ai correspondu avec lui à plusieurs reprises. Nous nous étions promis de dîner ensemble un jour mais le cour des choses ne l'a jamais permis. Il était de ces amis virtuels que nous fait rencontrer Internet, qu'on ne connaît pas mais dont les écrits nous touchent et avec qui on se sent avoir des sentiments, des expériences et des émotions communes. Il m'est parfois arrivé de relire les archives de Ciscoblog pour me remonter le moral ou pour chercher l'inspiration. Francis commentait souvent mes billets et à plusieurs reprises m'avait envoyé un mot encourageant en réponse à certains billets, quand il sentait que j'en avais besoin. Il était aussi présent sur Facebook, sur Flickr et sur Twitter, un outil qu'il avait embrassé avec un enthousiasme étonnant.
Une image de Houston, prise l'an dernier en novembre. J'y retourne cette année, dans quinze jours c'est Thanksgiving et j'y serai avec la petite famille pour manger la dinde aux caneberges. Le dimanche suivant je ferai Houston - New York (en avion) pour passer quelques jours dans cette ville.
¶ Eyeballing the New York City Bridges and Tunnels: Très intéressante série de photos des archives de la Bibliothèque du Congrès sur les ponts et les tunnels de la ville de New York.
|Points d'attaches, coté Brooklyn, des câbles du Verrazano Bridge|
C'est pour jeudi soir en Manche et dans le Golfe de Gascogne, et vendredi en Mer du Nord et ça va sérieusement tabasser. C'est une dépression très creuse qui arrive du Nord-Ouest.
En Novembre c'est assez fréquent ce genre de temps. N'empêche sur une carte météo c'est très beau à voir (et vaguement effrayant).
|Le QR code de l'URL de Mnémoglyphes|
I'm a 2D tag freak. These squares of dots and rectangles seem as exotic as hieroglyphics, even though they're as mundane as yesterday's junk mail. A 2D tag (sometimes called a 2D barcode, even though there aren't any bars) uses all two glorious dimensions to encode data. This provides a much denser blob of information. A 1D barcode might incorporate just a few digits; a 2D code occupying the same space, dozens to hundreds of characters. The most common format is QR Code, although there are several others. And the most common text to be encoded is a URL. (QR Code is patented and has other protections, but creator Denso-Wave has foresworn enforcement.)
I'm also curious about less practical things, such as what cultural, even psychological, effects the presence of trap rooms might actually have. Games could be launched, the purpose of which is to find and occupy as many trap rooms as possible. New paranoias emerge, that the room featured above your apartment on that new app you just downloaded is not really there at all; it's a trap room, and you can't sleep at night, worried that you actually have no neighbors, that you're the last person on earth and every building around you is a dream. There are panic attacks by people walking home alone at 3am when they become overwhelmed with the suspicion that they are actually walking inside a trap hall—a corridor that has never been real—losing consciousness and falling to the ground as irrational fears become too much for them. An Atlas of Trap Rooms is soon released...More here...
The onslaught of apparent days and nights would play havoc with astronauts' body clocks, so a shutters-down and bedtime schedule is imposed by mission controllers. Each of the crew has a closet-like cabin where they can hook a sleeping bag to the wall and settle down for the night. Some strap pillows to their heads to make it feel more like lying down. The lights don't go out completely, though. People dozing in orbit see streaks and bursts of bright colour caused by high-energy cosmic rays painlessly slamming into their retinas. Fans and air filters add to the distractions, so some astronauts wear ear plugs to block out the constant hum. Unsurprisingly, falling asleep can take some getting used to. Just as you are nodding off, you can feel as though you've fallen off a 10-storey building. People who look half asleep will suddenly throw their heads back with a start and fling out their arms. It gets easier with time. One Russian crew member is renowned for doing without a sleeping bag and falling asleep wherever he ends the day. Anyone still awake after bedtime would see his snoozing form drift by, slowly bouncing off the walls, his course set by the air currents that gently pushed and pulled him.Great read, here.
From the perspective of actually getting anything done in the next two years, there was perhaps no worse outcome. Republicans don't fully control Congress, so they don't have enough power to be blamed for legislative outcomes. But Democrats don't control the House and they don't have a near-filibuster proof majority in the Senate, so they can't pass legislation. Republicans, in other words, are not left with the burden of governance, and Democrats are not left with the power to govern. Republicans don't have to be responsible, and Democrats can't do it for them.
As much as any music Springsteen has made, before or since, these songs are steeped in the history of rock 'n' roll. Elvis Presley, with whom the band was obsessed, died during these sessions, in August 1977. You can hear his influence in Springsteen's phrasing all over the set, most explicitly in "Fire," a Presley tribute so spot-on, it sounds like a cover. (Springsteen let his pal Robert Gordon record it; ditto The Pointer Sisters, who scored a 1978 hit with a version.) At one point in "Come On (Let's Go Tonight)," a breathtakingly spooky early version of the somber Darkness track "Factory," Springsteen intones, "The man on the radio said Elvis Presley died."
This phenomenal picture was taken by astrophotographer Alan Friedman with this relatively small (but very, very nice) ’scope. He shot it on October 20th, and it shows our nearest star in the light of hydrogen, specifically what astronomers call Hα (H-alpha).
Only Collect; that is to say, collect everything, indiscriminately. You’re five years old. Don’t presume too much to know what’s important and what isn’t. Photocopy journal articles, photograph archives; create bibliographies, buy books; make notes on every article or book you read, even if it’s just one line saying “Never read this again”; collect newspaper clippings and email them to yourself; collect quotes; save your ideas for future papers, future projects, future conferences, even if they seem wildly implausible now. Hoarding must become instinctual, it must be an uncontrollable, primal urge. And the higher, civilizing impulse that kicks in after the fact is organization, or librarianship. You must keep tabs on everything you collect, somehow; a system must be had, and the system must be idiot-proof. That is to say, you should be able to look back on it six months for now and not be completely stymied as to why you’ve organized things that way. (The present versions of ourselves are invariably the biggest idiots, and six months will make that clear).
What this all takes is patience — more patience, sometimes, than I am good at. I am impatient to know things, and impatient for things to make sense more quickly; and the discipline (ah, that apt term) just doesn’t work that way. A colleague of mine told me that he’s been Only Collecting for over ten years, and can now knock out a 3000 word paper in under two days, simply because all his material is already at hand; it exists in the stuff he’s picked up in his intellectual infancy and adolescence, which at the time he didn’t know how to use, and perhaps didn’t even know was important.
Chris has been photographing his relatives in Galesburg, Illinois for 26 years. His approach to depicting his family is tender and humorous and often disturbing. His style is distinctive; marked by his use of fill flash, a square film format and the addition of neatly handlettered text surrounding the image.