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These 3D portrait books were carved by artists over at Souverein - using the autobiographies of Vincent Van Gogh and Anne Frank. The idea came from Van Wanten Etctera, a Dutch ad agency. Via
Our friends at Random House Children’s Books have generously agreed to donate one brand-new book for each new follower we gain on Tumblr, Facebook, and Twitter this week. Those books will go to thousands of schools and programs serving kids from low-income families across the country.
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Consider yourselves followed (and re-blogged).
Done, and signal boost!
How can i not reblog this. Followed and re-blogged, i politely ask you all do the same.
(via jesuisperdu)
![more manual mode experimentation.
[the top of floor of the UofC library, basically my new habitat; it’s really my second home. this is what i’m surrounded by all day, and i’m not going to lie: i love being surround by all these books. there’s something about the idea of a person spending countless, sleepless nights copiously pining away at a piece of work only for it to become a superfluous piece of text on a bookshelf somewhere that centers me. oh my, that’s terribly cynical; let me rephrase that. the real truth is i love the idea of being surrounded by written works, there’s something about the imaginative proximity of it all; it’s the placement of a book beside another book that creates a feeling of imaginative vastlessless. a book in and of itself, cover to cover, is a space of indeterminate and infinate space; the parallel sequencing of books thus becomes the process of coupling infinities on a finite plane. if you stop for a minute and take in the immensity of this geographical paradox you can’t help but feel humbled. i really enjoy getting lost in that feeling.]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg1hw5O6qP1qzwbpgo1_1280.jpg)
more manual mode experimentation.
[the top of floor of the UofC library, basically my new habitat; it’s really my second home. this is what i’m surrounded by all day, and i’m not going to lie: i love being surround by all these books. there’s something about the idea of a person spending countless, sleepless nights copiously pining away at a piece of work only for it to become a superfluous piece of text on a bookshelf somewhere that centers me. oh my, that’s terribly cynical; let me rephrase that. the real truth is i love the idea of being surrounded by written works, there’s something about the imaginative proximity of it all; it’s the placement of a book beside another book that creates a feeling of imaginative vastlessless. a book in and of itself, cover to cover, is a space of indeterminate and infinate space; the parallel sequencing of books thus becomes the process of coupling infinities on a finite plane. if you stop for a minute and take in the immensity of this geographical paradox you can’t help but feel humbled. i really enjoy getting lost in that feeling.]
…the modern slave trade is booming. More than 27 million people are enslaved around the world, doing work for no pay as prostitutes, farm laborers, factory workers, or domestic servants…advocates believe the pace of enslavement has increased during the past two decades as the price of slaves has decreased—pushed along by globalization, higher poverty levels, and crumbling national borders.
more, here.
(via so-treu)
This looks promising.
Book critic Maureen Corrigan on Dinaw Mengestu’s novel How to Read the Air: The stories and memoirs written by newer waves of immigrants to America — writers like Julia Alvarez, Junot Diaz and Gish Jen — commute back and forth between the old world and the new, while the immigrant “community,” unlike Kazan’s lively Brooklyn streets, is much less sentimentalized and more fragmented and mobile. Add to this canon of ambivalent new chroniclers of the dream of America Dinaw Mengestu. Mengestu has just published his second novel, How to Read the Air; it’s a sad stunner of a meditation on the illusory idea of asylum.
“”Ever since Greek and Roman times, European thinkers and historians have been prone to contemplate the history of the world from the standpoint and in terms of European history and Western cultural experiences alone. Non-Western civilizations enter the picture only in so far as their existence, or particular movements within them, have or had direct influence on the destinies of the Western man; and thus, in Western eyes, the history of the world and its various cultures amounts in the last resort to little more than an expanded history of the West.
Naturally, such a narrowed angle of vision is bound to produce a distorted perspective. Accustomed as he is to writings which depict the culture or discuss the problems of his own civilization in great detail and vivid colors, with little more than side glances here and there at the rest of the world, the average European or American easily succumbs to the illusion that the cultural experiences of the West are not merely superior but out of all proportion to those of the rest of the world; and this, that the Western way of life is the only valid norm by which other ways of life could be adjudged - implying, of course, that every intellectual concept, social institution or ethical valuation that disagrees with the Western ‘norm’ belongs to a lower grade of existence.
My current read: M.Asad “The Road to Makkah” (via picturethis-that)
wow, what a coincidence; i’m currently reading Eric Margolis’s The American Raj and he alluded to this book and awarded Asad some seriously heavy praise. After reading how he described “The Road to Makkah,” as being one of the premiere, if not most important, treatises of modern Islamic thinking, i immediately wanted to get my hands on it and here an excerpt appears on my dash the next morning. Much thanks, Amira!
