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Kim Klassen's new video demonstrated the Gradient Map. This is my first experiment with it. I love the softness.
The Somniloquist’s Manifesto, and other stories.
It was sort of a rule of thumb — over the years she had known him — that whenever Worth Manner was speaking to her about anything other than the weather, he was probably asleep. Yet this was why she loved him.
In his waking life this was a man whose conversation put nearly everyone he talked to to sleep. Whose thoughts would be a suitable alternative to anesthesia. Whose words rustled in uneasiness, stammered across spans of time like Neanderthals chasing mammoths across snowy tundras, and gave out before they were just quite getting comfortable in the cold, dusky environs of their awkward silence. Anyone with any sense of humor, or intelligence, or even hearing for that matter would, knowing him, be hard-pressed to cite any proof of intellect or personality or humanity in the otherwise vacant shell of man that was Worth Manner — who was once described by his own mother as “extraordinarily mediocre, with unfortunately beautiful eyes.”
Yet as beauty is skin deep, personality is not too far removed from the surface either, and when Worth succumbed to a deep sleep after a long day’s desperate banality, little did he know that in the moment he blinked into restfulness, he became a poet. And at once the keen wit of his mind was let loose upon the dormant night, with all the luminaries and busy shades of sky stunned into silence by the unfettered flood of words and thoughts and ponderings and poignant philosophies of life and love and everything that, with the ebb of his circadian rhythm, would be relinquished into that vast bank of knowledge and wisdom that simply never gets to do anybody any bit of good ever — if it weren’t for his wife, who loved him dearly, if only nocturnally, and wrote down every word of it. But we’ll get to that.
A man who stood as if stretched by hand after the fact of creation (as in more than tall, but immeasurably so) Worth Manner had likely become a historian because he could tower above the book stacks at the town library, and growing up would often be found assisting the pint-sized, dowdy, and nearly deaf librarian in the retrieval and replacement of the dusty tomes that kept those long dead men of great historical note immortalized in the farthest reaches of the out-of-circulation bookshelves.
Yet as clearly as he would see history, and come to know its sequence, Worth never had the time to imagine his own place in it. An anachronism in his very own life, it took a skilled, attentive and (most importantly) compassionate eye to even catch sight of him.
And it was, in fact, through the book stacks that a pair of these compassionate, green-colored eyes — as well as the pretty young woman they were attached to — had caught sight of him, and his own deep, blue, and unforgivably oceanic eyes. This is where our story begins.
The Shelf-Life of the Desperate Heart.
Worth Manner walked listlessly through the aisles of giant books, his arms and legs dangling behind as if ashamed to accompany a body dressed like that for a place like this, and his nose peaked as he traced that stale smell of dust and mold again and again to every yellowed and worn out title - The Perfume of Volumes, bottled and shelved. In the cold of the room he felt his circulation fighting for circulation. He felt his thoughts fight for thoughts, and his eyes drew up and down all the faded gold lettering, half expecting to see his own name, half not knowing why.
“Maybe if I wrote something.” He said out loud, entirely on accident. Occasionally he would think out loud, with things he would never think, and of unthinkable things he would never do, which he tried to conceal in the farthest reaches of his out-of-circulation heart.
Embarrassed, he glanced around, but only enough to keep believing he was the only one in the room. It was the mind’s empty gesture, the type of action akin to doffing one’s cap to a lady of ill repute. It was outright self-deception, and in the worst way, because at least two aisles down an actual young lady was turning with her rosy little finger the crisp page of an old book, likely something recommended by her teacher, but even she couldn’t tell why. Notwithstanding her reservations, her eyes had continued following each word, though not intently. Down to her shoes their was an air of pretension, but only enough to make a girl that specific kind of intriguing. If it wasn’t for the weighty book taking up what little space and time her hands possessed, they would likely be at work separating her interminable strains of auburn hair, in search of those split ends that shampoo commercials always warn about. At the moment, however, she was not concerned about them, or even about her book, as interesting as it was supposed to be, but about the awkward boy two aisles over who seemed to be talking to himself.
“You gotta stop doing that.” He said, in reference to talking to himself, and, as if his voice was an authority over his mouth, he did. But not before peering at, and as if straight through, an enormous novel titled The Brief History of Zachariah Grey, which he would have taken the time to read had it not been for the set of viciously pretty eyes that had the audacity of looking directly at him — as if cast like stones over towards some pitiful sinner, even as he had clearly been the only one in the room not a second ago.
“Crap,” was the last word his mouth was allowed before going radio silent. It would now obey orders without compromise, like any good soldier. As the eyes darted away in embarrassment his knees bent slightly, just enough for his head to disappear under the shelves. Whosever eyes he had met up with would probably go back to their book, and not give the boy a second thought. Because he was not a second thought boy. But expectations are often amiss, and the eyes looked back, and to see the head gone without any footsteps leading it away was odd, or at least didn’t match up with the girl’s own expectations. So she herself ducked down, and saw, from a lower vantage point, the contorted body of a boy hiding from the eyes it had just seen. And so she giggled, very much out loud, and entirely on accident.
Unbeknownst to the giggling set of green eyes in pink, or the awkward shape of boy in their sight, a third and most noble character was also in the room, and, with all kinds of grace, had taken to whistling a tune similar to Taps, but without the urgency. As only a playful song of reveille can, the eyes and ears had pulled away from their interests, and followed the sound around the bookstacks, like a blip on a radar rippling out.
Boy, annoyed that someone would whistle in a library, stood up in a defiantly straight manner (dangerous, considering his height) and extended his neck in disgust (ibid).
Girl, ambivalent to the impropriety of whistling in a public library, tried to imagine what the newcomer would look like. Surely tall and handsome and not at all awkward, like the boy, or uninteresting, like the book, which she had since put down.
Newcomer, however, was unaware of his own whistling, even in a place where all sorts of SHHH signs were on display, including the dowdy woman aged much like wine that should have been poured down the drain years ago, who found a pleasant indulgence in the opportunity to give a patron a good and hearty SHHH from across the room. Opportunities to relish in this indulgence would have been much more frequent had she not lost all but the least of her hearing. Hence, the newcomer was free to whistle away, even if it was rather inconsiderate of him.
The eyes considered themselves good ones — as all good ones do — and even in the dim fluorescence of public library light they reflected that small and unmistakable glint of everything that turns perfectly good boys into awkward shapes of themselves. And as these green eyes longed after a whistling that was a specific kind of intriguing, the boy not more than two shelves over turned into himself, and grew very desperate.
Because at the moment the whistling neared her he realized he loved her. Her two eyes that could very well be the most beautiful peas in the ugliest pod in the world, for all he knew, had he not fully known they were not. So that Worth Manner had never been so sure about anything in his life. And in the catalogue of memories of loneliness, with its moldy and dusty smell, the boy suddenly knew he had only moments to act before he would lose his chance to find out. Because that good-looking whistling was suave and confident, it was tall and lean and went to the gym four, sometimes five times a week. By only bringing its lips together like so, that muscle-bound whistling could make free-throws from anywhere on the court, or catch a football that it itself had thrown from the other end of the field, because it could play quarterback and wide-receiver, since it was also on the track-team, and captain of everything. Lettered and extraordinary, and a genuine all-around good whistler if there ever was one. And eyes like hers dreamt of being whisked away by whistling like that, from a place like this.
(The question of whether a boy can fall desperately in love with a pair of eyes should be addressed. Although a boy is a very curious being, he is decidedly less curious about certain parts of his body than others. It follows that he should be even less curious about these parts when they are attached to another body. Conversely, if he is allowed his least favorite parts, surely this should be complimented by his most favorite parts. And if he can have a most favorite part, what attention should he even pay to its other parts, beyond a certain recognition of attachment? For that matter, he had also thought he had caught a glimpse of some very blonde, very curly hair, as well as a pair of light thin eyebrows that went with the eyes as certain handbags go with certain dresses. If the eyes had caused him to fall in love, it was the accessories to the crime that made him desperate.)
Love is an inanimate object. Desperately in love is an action. And as the good-looking rat-faced whistling drew both of her green eyes close, so that they were looking around the corner before they could, the boy who had no time for a second thought brought his hands to the shelf holding all those books without his name, and pushed. In very short strokes all the love fell over itself, and the arms and legs and thoughts and eyes and books and smells and whistling all stopped as one, as loud as it could. And from across the room the old sign looked up, and indulged in the opportunity to SHHH with all her breath.
It is, of course, very possible that had this young woman ever known that the very same boy who had driven her to the hospital, and waited by her side for to come to, and had met her first waking sight with his set of beautiful eyes that peered at her — as if right through her — was also the boy who in thoughtless desperation had caused shelf upon shelf of old and useless literature to literally befall her, she probably would have never spoke to him again, much less married him. On second thought, however, though without ever knowing it, it was also likely that this was what Eleanor loved about Worth the most.
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Dad is half the age of the son whose adopted daughter reminds him of his mom and his alternate-timeline sister and then the disaffected brother...oh great, now my nose is bleeding.
Going back through Russell Square in London. This time heading to the Cartoon Museum.
We were a bit early so spent around 20 minutes sitting on a bench in the square, looking at the fountain with all the pigeons!
I saw this building and thought that it was Broadcasting House or something BBC related (it isn't).
It is in fact the Grade II* listed Senate House and Institute of Education (University of London)
CAMDEN
TQ2981NE MALET STREET
798-1/99/1101 (East side)
28/03/69 Senate House & Institute of
Education (University of London) &
att'd railings
GV II*
Senate House and Institute of Education. 1932-1938. By Charles
Holden, built with funding from the Rockefeller Foundation.
Brick load-bearing construction with Portland stone facing.
Symmetrical design, not completed, comprising central tower
flanked by two courtyard ranges to either side.
The southern, completed half, houses the ceremonial and
administrative functions of the University of London. The
northern half houses the Institute of Historical Research and
School of Slavonic Studies in more functional surrounding:
north-east wing not completed. The initial concept of a
single, spinal building extending the length of Torrington
Square was abandoned as building began, but survives in model
form displayed on the first floor balcony of Senate House.
EXTERIOR: central, higher fourth floor is the University
library, with above it offices and bookstack housed in the
formal 18-storey tower built in recessed stages with broad
central buttresses on the east and west sides. 6 windows at
1st floor level. 4 and 5 storey wings with 10-window forward
return and 14 windows width each. Under enriched, flat
canopies, 2 square-headed entrances each side of the central
buttress, all with 2-leaf glass doors with vertically
patterned metal grills. Above the canopies small rectangular
windows with patterned grills and keystones. Square-headed,
recessed windows with metal frames, those at 1st floor level
on the tower being elongated with enriched spandrel panels and
flanked by medium sized windows at the angles, with balconies,
culminating in lunettes at 6th floor level. From the 2nd floor
to the 18th, small vertically set windows, in groups of 3
until the penultimate stage when they are continuous. Flanking
wings with metal balconies to windows at angles. Flat roofs
with plain bands at parapet levels. East facade similar. Inner
courtyards similarly treated, with hopper heads dated 1936.
INTERIOR: imposing Egyptianate entrance hall at base of tower
with travertine floor and walls with broad fluted pilasters a
semi-open space giving through access, with doors to south
leading to Senate House and to north to Institute of
Historical Research and School of Slavonic Studies.
Senate House. Principal spaces all with travertine cladding to
walls and floors, ceilings of moulded plaster with flat panel
patterns and embellishments based on a London plane tree
motif. Staircases floored in travertine, with bronzed
balustrades treated as stylised Ionic columns. Principal
entrance hall on two levels with first floor balcony having
elaborate bronzed balustrade: Holden's original model
exhibited here.
On ground floor there is to east the MacMillan Hall, named
after Lord MacMillan first Chairman of the University Court,
with square panelled ceiling, travertine walls decorated as
fluted pilasters at end and to sides set with acoustic panels
to Holden's design and coloured glass, teak floor, and
original light fittings. Memorials to HRH Queen Mother,
Chancellor 1955-80, and to Princess Royal, Chancellor 1981- .
William Beveridge Hall, named after the University's Vice
Chancellor 1926-8, retains dado panelling set with brass
filets in Greek key pattern under acoustic quilting, with
semi-permanent seating and stage.
On first floor processional stair leads to Chancellor's Hall,
with square panelled timber to window recesses, travertine
cladding, and square panelled plaster ceilings. Inlay pattern
floors, original doors and fittings. To east a suite of rooms
set round courtyard includes Court Room and Senate Room.
Senate Room and ante rooms fully panelled in English walnut,
the former of double height with trabeated ceilings, original
fixed seating in stepped rows arranged like a council chamber
with dias. Bronze uplighters. Ante rooms with heraldic glass
by E Bossanyi dated 1937. On north side committee room and
processional suite of corridors with dado panelling and
moulded cornices, original furnishings and fittings. On south
side the Vice Chancellor's offices not inspected.
Second floor staff common rooms and third floor common rooms
and refectories originally with painted mural ceilings. Those
in refectory not seen under later acoustic tiles; war memorial
tablet in corridor.
Fourth floor libraries of double height. Two general reading
rooms, the Middlesex Libraries, finished in oak with original
bookshelves and fittings of English walnut. Goldsmith's
Library to south with glazed bookcases, and ceiling of cypress
wood and stained glass by E Bossanyi. Above these the
bookstacks supported by steel frame on concrete raft. The
offices retain original doors, lettering and fittings. The
whole is a remarkably unaltered ensemble of 1930s design, with
a high proportion of highly decorated ceremonial spaces over
functional offices.
The Institute of Historical Research and School of Slavonic
Studies with ground-floor entrance hall of single-storey
height, travertine floors and finishings similar in style but
simpler than those found in Senate House.
SUBSIDIARY FEATURES: attached cast-iron railings on stone
sleeper wall and gates of radial pattern with central bosses
containing coats of arms. Pillars with pilasters and geometric
enrichment, those at the gates surmounted by rectangular
down-lighter lamps with small defused panes and topped by
stepped features.
HISTORICAL NOTE: built as a landmark, in 1937 this was the
tallest building in London apart from St Paul's Cathedral.
(University of London: The Senate House and Library: London:
-1938).
Listing NGR: TQ2992381896
This text is a legacy record and has not been updated since the building was originally listed. Details of the building may have changed in the intervening time. You should not rely on this listing as an accurate description of the building.
Source: English Heritage
Listed building text is © Crown Copyright. Reproduced under licence.
Going back through Russell Square in London. This time heading to the Cartoon Museum.
We were a bit early so spent around 20 minutes sitting on a bench in the square, looking at the fountain with all the pigeons!
I saw this building and thought that it was Broadcasting House or something BBC related (it isn't).
It is in fact the Grade II* listed Senate House and Institute of Education (University of London)
CAMDEN
TQ2981NE MALET STREET
798-1/99/1101 (East side)
28/03/69 Senate House & Institute of
Education (University of London) &
att'd railings
GV II*
Senate House and Institute of Education. 1932-1938. By Charles
Holden, built with funding from the Rockefeller Foundation.
Brick load-bearing construction with Portland stone facing.
Symmetrical design, not completed, comprising central tower
flanked by two courtyard ranges to either side.
The southern, completed half, houses the ceremonial and
administrative functions of the University of London. The
northern half houses the Institute of Historical Research and
School of Slavonic Studies in more functional surrounding:
north-east wing not completed. The initial concept of a
single, spinal building extending the length of Torrington
Square was abandoned as building began, but survives in model
form displayed on the first floor balcony of Senate House.
EXTERIOR: central, higher fourth floor is the University
library, with above it offices and bookstack housed in the
formal 18-storey tower built in recessed stages with broad
central buttresses on the east and west sides. 6 windows at
1st floor level. 4 and 5 storey wings with 10-window forward
return and 14 windows width each. Under enriched, flat
canopies, 2 square-headed entrances each side of the central
buttress, all with 2-leaf glass doors with vertically
patterned metal grills. Above the canopies small rectangular
windows with patterned grills and keystones. Square-headed,
recessed windows with metal frames, those at 1st floor level
on the tower being elongated with enriched spandrel panels and
flanked by medium sized windows at the angles, with balconies,
culminating in lunettes at 6th floor level. From the 2nd floor
to the 18th, small vertically set windows, in groups of 3
until the penultimate stage when they are continuous. Flanking
wings with metal balconies to windows at angles. Flat roofs
with plain bands at parapet levels. East facade similar. Inner
courtyards similarly treated, with hopper heads dated 1936.
INTERIOR: imposing Egyptianate entrance hall at base of tower
with travertine floor and walls with broad fluted pilasters a
semi-open space giving through access, with doors to south
leading to Senate House and to north to Institute of
Historical Research and School of Slavonic Studies.
Senate House. Principal spaces all with travertine cladding to
walls and floors, ceilings of moulded plaster with flat panel
patterns and embellishments based on a London plane tree
motif. Staircases floored in travertine, with bronzed
balustrades treated as stylised Ionic columns. Principal
entrance hall on two levels with first floor balcony having
elaborate bronzed balustrade: Holden's original model
exhibited here.
On ground floor there is to east the MacMillan Hall, named
after Lord MacMillan first Chairman of the University Court,
with square panelled ceiling, travertine walls decorated as
fluted pilasters at end and to sides set with acoustic panels
to Holden's design and coloured glass, teak floor, and
original light fittings. Memorials to HRH Queen Mother,
Chancellor 1955-80, and to Princess Royal, Chancellor 1981- .
William Beveridge Hall, named after the University's Vice
Chancellor 1926-8, retains dado panelling set with brass
filets in Greek key pattern under acoustic quilting, with
semi-permanent seating and stage.
On first floor processional stair leads to Chancellor's Hall,
with square panelled timber to window recesses, travertine
cladding, and square panelled plaster ceilings. Inlay pattern
floors, original doors and fittings. To east a suite of rooms
set round courtyard includes Court Room and Senate Room.
Senate Room and ante rooms fully panelled in English walnut,
the former of double height with trabeated ceilings, original
fixed seating in stepped rows arranged like a council chamber
with dias. Bronze uplighters. Ante rooms with heraldic glass
by E Bossanyi dated 1937. On north side committee room and
processional suite of corridors with dado panelling and
moulded cornices, original furnishings and fittings. On south
side the Vice Chancellor's offices not inspected.
Second floor staff common rooms and third floor common rooms
and refectories originally with painted mural ceilings. Those
in refectory not seen under later acoustic tiles; war memorial
tablet in corridor.
Fourth floor libraries of double height. Two general reading
rooms, the Middlesex Libraries, finished in oak with original
bookshelves and fittings of English walnut. Goldsmith's
Library to south with glazed bookcases, and ceiling of cypress
wood and stained glass by E Bossanyi. Above these the
bookstacks supported by steel frame on concrete raft. The
offices retain original doors, lettering and fittings. The
whole is a remarkably unaltered ensemble of 1930s design, with
a high proportion of highly decorated ceremonial spaces over
functional offices.
The Institute of Historical Research and School of Slavonic
Studies with ground-floor entrance hall of single-storey
height, travertine floors and finishings similar in style but
simpler than those found in Senate House.
SUBSIDIARY FEATURES: attached cast-iron railings on stone
sleeper wall and gates of radial pattern with central bosses
containing coats of arms. Pillars with pilasters and geometric
enrichment, those at the gates surmounted by rectangular
down-lighter lamps with small defused panes and topped by
stepped features.
HISTORICAL NOTE: built as a landmark, in 1937 this was the
tallest building in London apart from St Paul's Cathedral.
(University of London: The Senate House and Library: London:
-1938).
Listing NGR: TQ2992381896
This text is a legacy record and has not been updated since the building was originally listed. Details of the building may have changed in the intervening time. You should not rely on this listing as an accurate description of the building.
Source: English Heritage
Listed building text is © Crown Copyright. Reproduced under licence.
Reviews from Pink Me: Children's books reviewed for grownups.
Skippyjon Jones and the big bones by Judy Schachner
Last year, Big Man's kindergarten teacher said of the Skippyjon Jones books, "I feel like I'm sort of being manipulated to like these books, and I really just don't." She couldn't put her finger on what she didn't care for, and it's a tough call - LOVE the chalky, colorful, detailed illustrations that are both quirky and technically accomplished; I like the title character, who is both independent and imaginative, and his tattletale little sisters and no-nonsense mom, with their fun names; and I adore Schachner's use of Spanglish ("Hola, dudes!") throughout. Hell, there's even a song or two. I think what always bugs me about these books is the plot, weirdly enough. Accompanied by his crowd of Chihuahua friends, Skippyjon Jones assumes his alter ego, Skippito Friskito the great sword fighter, and goes on an imaginary adventure in his closet. And I swear, it's the adventure story that always falls apart. Even my kids get confused looks on their faces during the part where Skippito battles the giant bee / dances with the dinosaurs / whatever. I keep reading these books though, because Skippyjon and his family are great characters and I love saying their names. You guys want to start calling me Mama Junebug Jones, you go right ahead.
A closer look, by Mary McCarthy
A neato book about observation and scale for the youngest pairs of eyes. VERRY reminiscent of Steve Jenkins, with strong colors and paper collage art.
Water Boy by David McPhail
A nice, weird book about a boy's relationship with water - the water in his body, the water in his bath, the water in the environment. Like a caring teacher, David McPhail's characteristically quiet, rich watercolors get right down in front of the boy to observe his reactions to the ordinary and extraordinary manifestations of water in his world.
Calendar by Myra Cohn Livingston, illustrated by Will Hillenbrand
The sparse text here was a little abstract for my four year old, but the energetic, slightly minimalist illustrations almost made up for that.
Meet the meerkat by Darrin Lunde, illustrated by Patricia Wynne
Patricia Wynne keeps showing up as the illustrator of books produced by employees and alums of the American Museum of Natural History, and while her somewhat clumsy mice and hominids in books such as Ian Tattersall and Rob DeSalle's Bones, Brains and DNA make you feel like maybe she's overworked, the keenly observed drawings of meerkats in this book by mammalogist Darrin Lunde show you what she can do given a single subject. This is a great little book about a popular little beast, a rare item in the Easy nonfiction area.
Bean Thirteen by Matthew McElligott
The faux-woodcut illustrations in this buggy book about division are just fantastic. Chunky, hip, and expressive, with a sophisticated, punchy palette. The story? Meh.
Phooey! by Marc Rosenthal
Where Once Upon a Banana does cause-and-effect with road signs, Phooey! does it with onomatopoeia. A bored kid kicks a can, which disturbs a cat, who jumps on an elephant, etc. All the while the kid, complaining that nothing every happens around here, walks right past all the exciting action. Rosenthal, who calls Celesteville "my utopia" in his dedication, displays a love of clean line and clear color worthy of Babar.
Tap dancing on the roof by Linda Sue Park, pictures by Istvan Banyai
Linda Sue Park here does for sijo what Andrew Clements recently did for haiku - her clear, funny examples of this short poetic form in effect show kids how it's done. After reading poems like
Pockets
What's in your pockets right now? I hope they're not empty:
Empty pockets, unread books, lunches left on the bus - all a waste
In mine: One horse chestnut. One gum wrapper. One dime. One hamster.
...it's almost impossible to not want to try it yourself. And Istvan Banyai? Do I really have to say it? The Goran Visnjic of illustrators.
For our anniversary, my husband surprised me with a trip to Barter Books, a used bookstore in a converted train station in Alnwick, England.
This was what I bought to keep for myself.
This week's Books-As-Art class was about photographing books and things. I did a few different ones, considering the limitation of materials and time.
I like this one, but it could be better, I guess. I dunno how. I used a mirror and focused on the mirror image.
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As the storm came in this morning the different glass of Mansueto gave some cool reflections. Tried to get a good shot and a filter that best showed the reflection of the bookstacks.
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It's a coincidence that I put up the Kindle in front of the book "The Dark Side". (It's actually "The Dark Side of Love" by Rafik Schami.)
File name: 08_02_002730
Box label: Public buildings: Libraries
Title: Boston Athenaeum. Interior
Alternative title: Boston Athenaeum: Beacon St. interior
Creator/Contributor: Marr, Thomas E. (photographer)
Date issued:
Date created: 1901 (approximate)
Physical description: 1 photographic print ; 7 3/4 x 9 3/4 in.
Genre: Photographic prints
Subjects: Boston Athenaeum; Athenaeums; Libraries; Buildings; Interiors; Bookstacks
Notes: Number on image: 5610
Provenance:
Statement of responsibility: T. E. Marr
Location: Boston Public Library, Print Department
Rights: Rights status not evaluated.
Man, I wish I had time to get to these -- they look really interesting. I've only read the intro book to semiotics and the reference guide to terms in philosophy for theology. The rest are things I really need to read, though.
From top-to-bottom:
- Nihilism Before Nietzsche, by Michael Allen Gillespie
- How to read Nietzsche, by Keith Ansell Pearson (series editor: Simon Critchley)
- Twilight of the Idols/The Anti-Christ, by Frederick Nietzsche
- The Birth of Tragedy/The Genealogy of Morals, by Frederick Nietzsche
- Beyond Good & Evil, by Frederick Nietzsche
- Thus Spoke Zarathustra, by Frederick Nietzsche
- Jacques Derrida: Live Theory, by James K. A. Smith
- Discipline & Punish, by Michel Foucault
- The Archaelogy of Knowledge, by Michel Foucault
- The Order of Things, by Michel Foucault
- Madness and Civilization, by Michel Foucault
- 101 Key Terms in Philosophy and their Importance for Theology, by Kelly Clark, Richard Lints, and James K. A. Smith
- What Is Postmodern Biblical Criticism? by A. K. M. Adam
- The Postmodern Condition, by Francois Lyotard
- Formations of the Secular: Christianity, Islamn, Modernity, by Talal Asad
- Three Rival Versions of Moral Enquiry: Encyclopaedia, Genealogy, and Tradition, by Alasdair MacIntyre
- Whose Justice? Which Rationality?, by Alasdair MacIntyre
- After Virtue: A Study in Moral Theory, by Alasdair MacIntyre
- The Nicomachean Ethics, by Aristotle
- The Matrix and Philosophy, edited by William Irwin
- More Matrix and Philosophy, edited by William Irwin
- Introducing Semiotics, by Paul Cobley and Litza Jansz
- Introducing Modernism, by Chris Rodrigues and Chris Garratt
- Introducing Postmodernism, by Richard Appignanesi and Chris Garratt
- Get a Grip on Philosophy, by Neil Turnbull
Bookstack, top to bottom:
Hildafolk by Luke Pearson
The Odd Woman and the City by Vivian Gornick
The Uncommercial Traveller by Charles Dickens
We Love You, Charlie Freeman by Kaitlyn Greenidge
Wonderstruck by Brian Selznick
The Queen Elizabeth II Great Court is the largest covered public square in Europe. It is a large space enclosed by a spectacular glass roof with the world-famous Reading Room at its center.
In the original design of the British Museum, the courtyard was meant to be a garden. However, in 1852–7 the Reading Room and a number of bookstacks were built in the courtyard to house the library department of the Museum and the space was lost. In 1997, the Museum’s library department was relocated to the new British Library building in St Pancras and there was an opportunity to re-open the space to public. An architectural competition was launched to re-design the courtyard space. It was eventually won by Norman Foster.
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21st cake. Thomas is an avid reader so his mum and I came up with the idea for a stack of his favorite books. The top USA book is for his upcoming year in the USA. There is also happry potter, michael connolly, enid blyton.
The upright book is a book from his childhood. And I think makes the cake.
This was my last cake for the year.
An amazing book store in Halifax. We wandered in because the site of piles and towers of books stacked in the windows made us curious. There were towers up to the ceiling, windows cut out through books, stairs lined w/ books. There were narrow corridors and twists and turns - some you could not even get through.
Sterling Memorial Library is the main library building of the Yale University Library system in New Haven, Connecticut. Opened in 1931, the library was designed by James Gamble Rogers as the centerpiece of Yale's Gothic Revival campus. It is elaborately ornamented, featuring extensive sculpture and painting as well as hundreds of panes of stained glass created by G. Owen Bonawit. In addition to five large reading rooms, a Music Library, and courtyard on the ground floor, the library's tower has fifteen levels of bookstacks containing over 4 million volumes. It connects via tunnel to the underground Bass Library, which contains an additional 150,000 volumes.
For National Poetry Month, we invited library users to send us poems "written" using book titles. April 2013.
John Paul Jones - Evan Thomas
Eight Men Out - Eliot Asinof
The Way to Bright Star - Dee Brown
Write It When I'm Gone - Thomas DeFrank
Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets - David Simon
The Monster of Florence - Douglas Preston
River of Doubt - Candice Millard (not pictured)
Fraud of the Century - Roy Morris Jr.
Stalingrad - Anthony Beevor
Cod - Mark Kurlansky
Team of Rivals - Doris Kearns Goodwin
Indian Wars - Bill Yenne
Robbing the Bees - Holley Bishop (not pictured)
The Boys of '98 - Dale Walker
The Somme - Peter Hart
Fire and Brimstone - Michael Punke (not pictured)
The Great Bridge - David McCullough
The Burma Road - Donovan Webster
18 books, bit of an improvement over 2008 and a personal record. Sadly, now that I'm going back to school, 2010 is likely to take a dramatic drop. As always, lists and links are here.
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after learning that Borders may be closing I took a book picture of the re-released & redesigned classics. it's hard going considering I read lots & lots & lots of genre fiction. :D
penguin classics - www.penguin.co.uk/static/cs/uk/0/pubsetpages/clothboundcl...
coralie bickford-smith (the book designer) - www.cb-smith.com
eta: this is the US collection of the Penguin Classics. the first series of the collection released in the UK is numbered on the sides (1-10) the US collection does not book #1 Madame Bovary or #8 Crime and Punishment. instead the US collection has 24 books, while the UK collection has 26!
Santa's delivery and then some.
The tallest so far which means some of the smaller text isn't readable on the spines.
The good thing about being in Germany is that amazon works here. Norway leaves something to be desired when it comes to having books shipped to your home.
This here is my last haul, plus two Norwegian books I'm saving for a blue day. Currently reading Vernor Vinge.
