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Contemplating the meaning of life, and other important questions. Chitabe/Chobe in Okavango Delta, Botswana. July, 2015. Unedited
APRIL 13, 2023 WASHINGTON DC. WORLD BANK GROUP/ INTERNATIONAL MONETARY FUND 2023 SPRING MEETINGS.
Accelerating Development in an Age of Global Crisis
The existential threat of climate change, impacts of the COVID-19 pandemic, the Russian invasion of Ukraine, persistent high inflation and increased fragility have injected volatility and uncertainty into the global economy – a reality that may continue for a while. The panel of speakers explore central questions around what it will take to address some of the most critical issues of our time including climate change, food insecurity, pandemics, and increasing fragility and poverty.
Axel van Trotsenburg, Senior Managing Director, Development Policy and Partnerships, World Bank Group; Amina Mohammed, Deputy Secretary-General, United Nations; José Antonio Ocampo, Minister of Finance and Public Credit, Colombia; Leila Benali, Minister of Energy Transition and Sustainable Development, Morocco; Ahmed Ogwell Ouma, Acting Director, Africa Centres for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC); Daniel Zelikow, Chair of the Governing Board, Development Finance Institution, J.P. Morgan. Photo: World Bank / Simone D. McCourtie
Happened in Chinatown (Spadina and Dundas). Offered to help two women (not shown) load these Xs into their van. They politely said no. They also declined to tell me what the Xs are for! Very eXistential!
there's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep
Leonard Cohen
I’ve started the project “Twelve months of film” in 2024, after a few years of inactivity due to stuff like existential dread, the ever-looming-over-our-heads capitalist hellscape, sheer laziness, and the biggest offender of all - imposter syndrome.
I decided to (at the very least try) to master two of my cameras during this year - the Olympus OM10 and Zenit 12XP, so here are both of them, accompanied with the lenses that will be used with them - Olympus Zuiko 50mm f1.8, Sigma super-wide II 24mm f2.8 and Olympus Zuiko MC auto-zoom 35-70mm f4 for the Olympus, and Helios 44M-4 58mm f2 and Focal 28mm f2.8 for the Zenit.
The plan is to document the process in as many places as possible, for the sake (and hope) of accountability.
Here's the link for the first blogpost:
iso3200.org/blog/2024/01/twelve-months-of-film/
and please be patient with this scared beginner
His owners are wandering the streets of Highgate, crying out "Why! Why!" Please keep an eye out for the poor little thing.
Walking on foot brings you down to the very stark, naked core of existence. We travel too much in airplanes and cars. It’s an existential quality that we are losing. It’s almost like a credo of religion that we should walk.
There is, of course, something inherently romantic—if not heroic—about the extreme solitary explorer enveloped by nature. The very image of Herzog on foot recalls the iconic 19th-century paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, especially his Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, with its lone figure staring out at the wide vista above the clouds.
'Truth itself wanders through the forests,' Herzog writes near the end. Yet here he embroiders his memories for effect: The vast swath of geography between Munich and Paris is littered with industrial towns and cities.
Once he comes out on the other end, traversing the deforested Champs-Élysées (“We were close to what they call the breath of danger”), Herzog emerges victorious.
― Of Walking in Ice: (Munich-Paris, 23 November–14 December 1974)
by Werner Herzog
Walking on foot brings you down to the very stark, naked core of existence. We travel too much in airplanes and cars. It’s an existential quality that we are losing. It’s almost like a credo of religion that we should walk.
There is, of course, something inherently romantic—if not heroic—about the extreme solitary explorer enveloped by nature. The very image of Herzog on foot recalls the iconic 19th-century paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, especially his Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, with its lone figure staring out at the wide vista above the clouds.
'Truth itself wanders through the forests,' Herzog writes near the end. Yet here he embroiders his memories for effect: The vast swath of geography between Munich and Paris is littered with industrial towns and cities.
Once he comes out on the other end, traversing the deforested Champs-Élysées (“We were close to what they call the breath of danger”), Herzog emerges victorious.
― Of Walking in Ice: (Munich-Paris, 23 November–14 December 1974)
by Werner Herzog
John Barth - End of the Road
Avon Books T-481, 1960
Cover Artist: unknown
"A savagely candid novel of marriage and infidelity among the moderns..."
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FORTUNE Brainstorm Health 2022
Los Angeles, CA
Wednesday, May 11th, 2022
9:15 AM
EXISTENTIAL THREATS: PREPARING FOR THE NEXT GLOBAL HEALTH CRISIS
In a hyperconnected world rife with virulent pathogens, preparedness is our best defense. After Ebola roared through West Africa and the novel coronavirus brought the world to its knees, the most pressing question for the safety of the global population is this: What have we learned—and how can we better prepare for the next hyper-contagious disease?
Dr. Sandro Galea, Dean and Robert A. Knox Professor, Boston University School of Public Health
Dr. Angela Rasmussen, Virologist, Department of Vaccine and Infectious Disease, University of Saskatchewan
Moderator: Clifton Leaf, Former FORTUNE Editor-in-Chief and Founder, Fortune Brainstorm Health
Photograph by Stuart Isett/Fortune
Recently, I've had a slight existential crisis. I used to paint a lot - in fact, it used to be my job.
But now I have a very different job, and though I do love what I do, things have been crazy busy for so, so long now. I've barely painted in months. Dolls and sewing are a bit easier - I do bits on the train in the morning, or in an hour or two in the evening. Painting takes more commitment, though; I hate leaving a picture in a state that I'm not happy with, and sometimes this means I will paint until 5am, and it's in a state I can accept. Obviously, that's not really compatible with a full-time job and a vile commute.
It was making me a bit sad, though, that I wasn't painting; it was like I'd abandoned this really important part of myself. I've still been drawing a lot though, and I actually think my ability to draw from life has improved. So I decided to test myself with a little painting. This is pretty small, about 15 x 20cm, I think, and I've been trying to work directly from life - just me and the mirror, with no photographic reference. It went through an inevitable 'ugh' phase, but I quite like where this is heading. Got an awful crick in the neck from looking sideways for three straight hours, though.
Fingers crossed for more painting time in the months ahead...
The more I learn about myself, the more I fear myself. I’m told I should remain neutral. A Switzerland of the mind.
Thanks to Käty Tarkpea for alerting me to this border curiosity
Valga, or Valka as it is known in Latvia, has more than its fair share of existential challenges. Between 1298 and 1558 it was invaded and burnt to the ground or destroyed six times. It has been colonized or occupied by Sweden and then Russia and Germany twice. Finally, from at least 1920, the town was split into two pieces and divided between Latvia and Estonia. The fences and border gates finally came down in 2009 but the town remains divided by two very different languages, one Nordic and similar to Finnish, the other one of only two still-spoken Baltic languages. As a result it is hard for people from the two sides of town to communicate and Russian is often used as the common language for those that speak it.
As with several other strange or disputed borders in this set, the people of Estonia and Latvia have a Brit to thank for the border running down the middle of their town. In 1920, Colonel S. G. Tallents helped lay out the border with most of the town going to Estonia with the exception of the area surrounding Lugazi Square.
As with other strange borders, the town's unique history has now made it something of a tourist attraction. The Visit Estonia website asks, "Where else could you stand, one foot in one country, holding “jäätis” (ice cream in Estonian) in your left hand and other foot in another country, holding “saldejums” (ice cream in Latvian) in your right hand?"
Sources:
Google Maps
geosite.jankrogh.com/borders/valga_valka.htm
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valga,_Estonia
www.visitestonia.com/en/holiday-destinations-in-estonia/c...
The more I learn about myself, the more I fear myself. I’m told I should remain neutral. A Switzerland of the mind.
Quand novembre s’installe en moi
élagueur des forêts internes
me serrant la gorge comme une asphyxie
d’où me vient ce songe au milieu de la nuit…
Au détour des pages d’un livre rêvé
des annotations de ta main me reviennent
ce sentiment étrange d’une vie dévastée
que j’aurais vécue sans être jamais mienne.
De ma face il dérobe l’air vital
me plonge dans l’effroi
ignorant mon mépris
des regrets et consciences vaines.
Alors, dans un éclair de fausse lucidité
m’apparaît la vacuité de mon existence même
Il faut le pouvoir du jour
à mon nez le baume du tigre
à mon cerveau le café
pour que la vie lentement me revienne.
Enfin, l’angoisse fermant la porte
me laisse la force paradoxale
de ceux qui ont aimé d’amour
une femme aujourd’hui morte
et la clarté qu’une fenêtre apporte.
Zébulon rouge
Ardente avocate de l’existentialisme, elle soulève des questionnements afin de trouver un sens à la vie dans l’absurdité d’un monde dans lequel nous n’avons pas choisi de naître. Associée à celle de Sartre, son œuvre s’en différencie dans la mesure où elle aborde le caractère concret des problèmes, préférant une réflexion directe et ininterrompue sur le vécu.
Gilbert Garcin – deeply original and poetic surreal photo montages; instantly recognizable, a blend of philosophical humor, existential inquiry, and minimalist composition.
It's been a good while since we've treated you to another exciting instalment of 'Other People's Graffiti' so here it goes. As graffiti goes I think this one is quite special as it just goes to show how creative kids can be if you give them a bit of chalk. It would seem most kids have gone for flowers and the like but one rebellious little tyke has gone straight for lettering and next levelled it with 'help i'm trapped'. Aren't we all. If he recognises the existential pain of existence at that age he'll make a great artist...
Cheers
id-iom
APRIL 13, 2023 WASHINGTON DC. WORLD BANK GROUP/ INTERNATIONAL MONETARY FUND 2023 SPRING MEETINGS.
Accelerating Development in an Age of Global Crisis
The existential threat of climate change, impacts of the COVID-19 pandemic, the Russian invasion of Ukraine, persistent high inflation and increased fragility have injected volatility and uncertainty into the global economy – a reality that may continue for a while. The panel of speakers explore central questions around what it will take to address some of the most critical issues of our time including climate change, food insecurity, pandemics, and increasing fragility and poverty.
Axel van Trotsenburg, Senior Managing Director, Development Policy and Partnerships, World Bank Group; Amina Mohammed, Deputy Secretary-General, United Nations; José Antonio Ocampo, Minister of Finance and Public Credit, Colombia; Leila Benali, Minister of Energy Transition and Sustainable Development, Morocco; Ahmed Ogwell Ouma, Acting Director, Africa Centres for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC); Daniel Zelikow, Chair of the Governing Board, Development Finance Institution, J.P. Morgan. Photo: World Bank / Simone D. McCourtie
The expressions on these Highland cattle are a masterclass in stoic bewilderment. They appear to be caught in a state of quiet, existential contemplation, peering at the grill with a mix of mild curiosity and a heavy, unspoken realization. There is no outward anger - just a deep, shaggy-haired confusion as they process the sensory overlap of the lush green pasture they call home and the savory, familiar-yet-foreign aroma wafting from the wooden BBQ. They look less like they’re ready for dinner and more like they’re reconsidering their life choices.
To be blunt, letting them see the BBQ is probably a bit "medium-rare" on the scale of good ideas. While cattle aren't exactly known for their deep understanding of human culinary arts, the visual irony here is undeniably macabre. It’s the ultimate social faux pas - like inviting a computer to watch a hardware recycling plant. From a purely aesthetic standpoint, it creates a vibe that is less "peaceful afternoon in the meadow" and more "grim foreshadowing," making for a scene that is as hilariously awkward as it is slightly dark.
Ultimately, this image captures the bizarre logic that only AI can produce, where the majesty of nature meets the stark reality of the food chain in the most literal way possible. While the cattle themselves seem relatively chill about the whole ordeal, the scene serves as a tongue-in-cheek reminder of the disconnect between the pasture and the plate. For the sake of the cows' peace of mind - and to keep the mood of the picnic a bit lighter - it’s probably best to keep the livestock and the grill in separate zip codes next time.
To walk through the American West half-Chinese, half American dressed in rags with a floppy hat and a bedroll is the dream of the Kung-Fu Wanna Be. But he can't pursue his wanderlust because he's "addicted to his paycheck"* and must return to the office soon.
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Walking on foot brings you down to the very stark, naked core of existence. We travel too much in airplanes and cars. It’s an existential quality that we are losing. It’s almost like a credo of religion that we should walk.
There is, of course, something inherently romantic—if not heroic—about the extreme solitary explorer enveloped by nature. The very image of Herzog on foot recalls the iconic 19th-century paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, especially his Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, with its lone figure staring out at the wide vista above the clouds.
'Truth itself wanders through the forests,' Herzog writes near the end. Yet here he embroiders his memories for effect: The vast swath of geography between Munich and Paris is littered with industrial towns and cities.
Once he comes out on the other end, traversing the deforested Champs-Élysées (“We were close to what they call the breath of danger”), Herzog emerges victorious.
― Of Walking in Ice: (Munich-Paris, 23 November–14 December 1974)
by Werner Herzog