Cédric Le Borgne
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Lee A. Zelenak | Art of Ornament No. 2

MP3s: Surly Gates, Pisces. Edward Sharpe, Give Me A Sign. Smith Westerns, Varsity.

If you’re the sort of individual who’s staring at quirky in the rear view mirror, you may continue on to the video portion of our program, Building A Human.

“It is one in the morning, twenty five years after Lillian disappeared, or after I was found, and I realize I am still looking for her. The man and the boy seemed so certain that I was her that I have sometimes wondered myself. Where had she gone, a seven-year-old blonde child, that she might ride up one day out of the sea?” Seamstress for the Band and Peter Gabriel, Here Comes the Flood.

The 10+ Commandments.

Fruits in Fresh Kicks by artist Robert Krums is new and nifty, but i’m wondering how long it can sustain itself. How many fruits are there, after all?

Public Service Poster: Never Go With Strange Children.

If you listen with the heart, you needn’t understand the language.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a neon city? …… By the by, I can’t decide if that chauffer is brave or senseless; from this angle, it looks like he’s about to get his lower extremities realigned. Heh. Reminds me of that old ‘frog with no legs goes deaf’ joke.

Distracting revisits: Samorost. The Flowering Nose. Nose. Puzzle Bobble.

“Like Mom always said, ‘If life hands you lemons, it’s because you’ve sinned in the eyes of God.’” John Fugelsang

I expect many folks in the Tumblr community, myself included, are less than happy with the news that Tumblr has been sold to Yahoo. At the base of it, I have no objections, but it’s a wait and see proposition. You see, in return for your time, I believe you deserve every consideration. What concerns me is this statement by Yahoo! CEO Marissa Mayer: “The two companies will also work together to create advertising opportunities that are seamless and enhance user experience.” I have never, will never, have ads on my blog. If ads are thrust upon us unwanted, I shall be forced to close. Should that happen suddenly, please know that I have appreciated and enjoyed every moment of your company. If or when I relocate, the new site will be linked on my Twitter page.

Federico Infante, from “The Pathology of Nowhere”

Interesting article on the cassowary bird and The Daintree Rain Forest at Idle Words. (photo: Sam Tan)

MP3s: Typhoon, Dreams of Cannibalism. The Will Callers, House Of Falling Cards.

Wil Wheaton explaining why it’s awesome to be a nerd is, well, pretty darn awesome.

Impressive hand drawn map of New York by Jenni Sparks at Kateoplis.

An NYC Apartment Ad Glossary. See also: The Worst Room.

Masterpiece In A Mug: Japanese Latte Art Will Perk You Up.

Loving the work of paper cut artist Nathalie Boutté.

Revisits:The Mindset Lists. Dorodango. David Maisel Photography. How To Care for Introverts. Totally Tiny Arcade.

Every smile makes you a day younger. Smile is a song. (Music was composed by Charlie Chaplin.) A smile is also The Universal Language. So smile, darn ya, smile!

Jamey Christoph | website - blog

Liontamer by Glen Baxter

Time for a little Ze Frank goodness: Sad Cat Diary. (via)

MP3s: The Orwells, Other Voices. Daughter, Smother. Marie Laá, Without You.

“Been there, done that” scenario for anyone employed in the field of, or familiar with, network security. IT Security in a Nutshell. (via)

Join the movement to bring the 2014 X Games to Detroit at Facebook. See also: twitter, video.

I do enjoy me some robots, zombies, and aliens. Illustrated Aliens has robot aliens. Double cool.

Recently noticed: Sharing Time. Cowbird. Lifestream Blog. (via)

Revisit: Aidan Gibbons’ The Piano is a touching retrospective of an old man’s life, based around the evocative imagery created by his piano playing. Stream or download free. (ad-supported site) The haunting music is by Yann Tiersen and may be purchased at Amazon here.

More revisits:Gerd Arntz Isotype Archive. Memory. Art of the Title. The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.

“You can’t run from your problems, which is why I’m saving up for a jetpack.” Shoebox

Can’t get away from Tiersen. (Sad to think we’re watching faces and dreams now long gone. Ah well.) Anyway, currently listening to Tiersen’s ‘La veillée’ for the zillionth time. Thoughts abound of 1890’s Montmartre, dark salons, round fringed settees, illicit trysts, and marionettes. Wonder if there’s a single film that might satisfy these daydreams?

What now? I suggest we disperse.