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Found Paralevliet postcard propaganda. Dated march 1923.
In 1952, the US Government persecuted anyone that was parallel. Perpendiculars coined the slur "straights," whose use would continue until the 60s when a young african-american parallel named Miles Quentin Prince III would help lead the parallel rights movement. This led to the use of two parallel lines to represent the concept of equality. "="
There was a steepness in the darkness
I wanted to cut it like a comet crash
Hit the city, where you had echoed from a flash
Made it all seem not so bad
'Cause we were parallel lines running through the whole sky
And even in the low light, we were aligned
'Cause we were parallel lines, separate the whole time
But even in the divide, you and I
Don't dare repeat this
But when I lay alone that night
I let the city see me cry
And in my weakness
I wish you hadn't closed your eyes
Crossed the city, open mine
'Cause we were parallel lines, running through the whole sky
And even in the low light, we were aligned
'Cause we were parallel lines, separate the whole time
But even in the divide, you and I
I watched you comb your hands through the light
Every detail spilled from your outline
All at once you filled my eyes
And I could see it all for the first time
'Cause we were parallel lines running through the whole sky
(The whole sky)
And even in the low light, we were aligned
(We were aligned)
'Cause we were parallel lines, separate the whole time
(Whole time)
And even in the divide, you and I
Attlass
Parallel Session 2: The place of JPIs within the innovation cycle and the involvement of industry
Repro Free: 28/02/13: EU Commissioner for Research, Innovation and Science, Máire Geoghegan-Quinn, has today called on the wider European research community - academia, industry, governments and other key stakeholders - to embrace and advance the 'Joint Programming' model of research, where Member States work together to tackle common issues in a strategically - aligned process. Pictured are Picture Jason Clarke Photography.
Screening of Harun Farocki's Parallel I-IV
Courtesy of Harun Farocki GbR
KAM WORKSHOPS 2015
ARTIFICIAL NATURES
Chania, 21.8.2015
There was a steepness in the darkness
I wanted to cut it like a comet crash
Hit the city, where you had echoed from a flash
Made it all seem not so bad
'Cause we were parallel lines running through the whole sky
And even in the low light, we were aligned
'Cause we were parallel lines, separate the whole time
But even in the divide, you and I
Don't dare repeat this
But when I lay alone that night
I let the city see me cry
And in my weakness
I wish you hadn't closed your eyes
Crossed the city, open mine
'Cause we were parallel lines, running through the whole sky
And even in the low light, we were aligned
'Cause we were parallel lines, separate the whole time
But even in the divide, you and I
I watched you comb your hands through the light
Every detail spilled from your outline
All at once you filled my eyes
And I could see it all for the first time
'Cause we were parallel lines running through the whole sky
(The whole sky)
And even in the low light, we were aligned
(We were aligned)
'Cause we were parallel lines, separate the whole time
(Whole time)
And even in the divide, you and I
Attlass
Screening of Harun Farocki's Parallel I-IV
Courtesy of Harun Farocki GbR
KAM WORKSHOPS 2015
ARTIFICIAL NATURES
Chania, 21.8.2015
This project is my speculation about presumable existence of parallel universes. The universe is infinite, but there is only limited amount of particles everything is made of. That means, that any combination of limited amount of participles will repeat again. Theory of hyperspace says, that our universe is just one small bubble in the foam full of bubbles.What if somewhere there, in the depth of infinite universe, exists exactly the same version of me?
Or you?
Screening of Harun Farocki's Parallel I-IV
Courtesy of Harun Farocki GbR
KAM WORKSHOPS 2015
ARTIFICIAL NATURES
Chania, 21.8.2015
Jack Zubarev of Parallels delivers a keynote presentation Tuesday, as Jon McCarrick (who would later demo the company's SMB control panel) looks on.
Make-up, mask, geste, rhythm. "The Bald Soprano" by E. Ionesco. Studio 1194. Actress Polina Kakhorova as Mrs. Smith.
Like train tracks receding in the distance, our lives eventually hit the end of the line. Along the way, people tend to live parallel lives. Work. School. Eat. Sleep. Rinse and repeat. We exist side by side with strangers. Always keeping the same distance of anonymity between us.
But unlike those tracks, our paths don’t run in straight lines. We can meet someone new at every turn.
Ellie Bozmarova, a Bulgarian-American writer and mindfulness teacher based in San Francisco wrote her interactive novel, The Crisis, on the many big and small choices we make, and the impacts they have on how our lives unravel.
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I took this one a while back and never uploaded it. I was looking through some old shots and came across this HDR of some power lines above the railroad tracks.
I liked the clean, straight lines and dramatic sky to this one.
Jesus Benavente and Jennifer Remenchik, installation and performance of Parallel at the Austin Museum of Art as part of the 15 To Watch.
Taken on a gorgeous day at Antony House.
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Microsiervos bajo Windows XP y Windows 98, ambos bajo Mac OS X.
Mis impresiones sobre su funcionamiento están en Parallels Workstation para Macintosh: primeras impresiones.
E' novembre, l'uomo sente calare la saracinesca dell'inverno.
(da "Il peso della farfalla"- Erri De Luca)
This project is my speculation about presumable existence of parallel universes. The universe is infinite, but there is only limited amount of particles everything is made of. That means, that any combination of limited amount of participles will repeat again. Theory of hyperspace says, that our universe is just one small bubble in the foam full of bubbles.What if somewhere there, in the depth of infinite universe, exists exactly the same version of me?
Or you?