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I was sat in McDs in Leeds Railway Station and noticed a diner engrosed in the newspaper.
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From The Reader, a small run book of typographic design and collage composed with entirely analog mediums.
Cabinet photo taken in Boston, Mass. Looks like he's reading a folded newspaper. He's got to be someone important or at least smart, don't you think?
Some more shots from our March Break trip to Las Vegas and the Grand Canyon
I spotted this guy from far away as you can see in the photo next to this one. I zoomed in as much as I could to show him sitting there. I ran into him later and asked him if he was drawing the canyon or sunset in his sketchbook, he said "no, he was just reading"
Sunbury Cafe, Sun Street, Lancaster, about 3:25 pm. This cafe is next to the Music Room, where I have taken pictures of some other readers. I asked her permission, and explained the project. As I took pictures, she began to smile, and I said lots of readers seem to do that when photographed. She is reading The Daily Mail with her tea.
Thank you for participating in my project, and my apologies for interrupting your quiet time. Other photos in my series of readers are here: www.flickr.com/photos/greg_myers/albums/72157652125931010.
no print date; Gentleman in waiting by Sydney Horler. Cover art by J. Pollack. British digest publication
Active ORCA readers should be an increasing sight to bus riders as the system prepares for launch around March next year according to the bus driver.
What the boy is saying would be very interesting.
Could his last words be
"What happens now"?
or
"What are you going to do to me now?"
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We are going to take you out remove your cowboy outfit and give it to another boy.....
Ship Party
British Movietone Newsreel 1959
See link below for video
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www.aparchive.com/metadata/PARTIES-COLOUR-NO-SOUND/20c0e1...
I sneakily took a photo of these two reading in the sunshine. Not sure why they're reading in front of a store, but I love how engrossed they both are.
As someone who teaches kids to read, and who values literacy above gold, this made me smile so hard that tears stung my eyes.
I've been a book reader all my life and an avid re-reader of books. Somebody calculated how many books an average person could read in an average lifespan. The number was awfully small! I suddenly realized my own reading mortality. In spite of this I'm still a passionate advocate of re-reading and re-watching. It admits of no excuse.
The Death of the Moth, and other essays by Virginia Woolf (Európa, 1980.)
Literary Coffee Houses in Pest and Buda (Literature in Coffee Houses, Coffee Houses in Literature) (Universitas, 1998.)
I found a bookmark in one of the books: a museum ticket to Monet and Friends, 2003. So I read it eight years ago.
History of Café Centrál
"Café Central established in 1887 was one of the great coffee houses of old Budapest – similarly to the old Café New York, it was a hub, an artistic and thinking academy, a center of networking, news making and breaking, and in general, making progress. “The Central was a unique institution of its kind, something like an open university but more than that, because it was more fruitful” claimed Emil Kolozsvári Grandpierre writer. Its location was central in the 19th century too: very close to universities, libraries, etc.
Once Dezső Kosztolányi, one of the most talented Hungarian writers (and poets) paraphrased the saying ‘My Home is my Castle’ as ‘My Café is my Castle’ and it was no exaggeration, journalists, artists, etc. spent far more time in the café than at home. In the 1890s, at the Round Table of the Central Café, which consisted of multiple round tables rather than one single table, the newspaper ‘A Hét’ (Week) was edited by suspicious looking progressive writers invigorated by the atmosphere of the smoky café. This Hungarian periodical was easily available in all the 400 (!) cafés in Budapest. A few years later, the highly progressive and best quality periodical named Nyugat (West) was also started here, revolutionizing the Hungarian literature. Although editors of Nyugat moved away to Café New York for a good while, they came back here in 1920.
In the 1910s, Győző Mészáros, the head of the café has two big challenges: the growing worker’s strike (including the strike of the waiters), and the growing competition posed by more modern coffee houses built with American elegance (mirrors, marbles, games, etc.). Mészáros copes with both challenges successfully: he becomes an active member of the waiter’s movement and contributes to the development of free apprenticeship programs, and in 1913 he decides to close down the café for a temporary refurbishment. He fights in the First World War, and survives it.
In the 1920s a Hungarian newspaper sarcastically writes: “There are so many real and fake writers in Café Centrál that Mészáros has started to build a new gallery – closer to Olympus – for them. It may make more room and comfort for respectful citizens too.” But Mészáros liked the intellectual atmosphere of his café and even lent money to young writers. Later (in 1940s) on another outstanding literary periodical, Újhold (New Moon) found its inspirational home in Café Central.
Unfortunately, in 1949, in the year of nationalization when precious lands, manors, palaces, mansions, warehouses, shops, factories etc. were confiscated from the pre-war aristocracy, and bourgeoisie and taken into state ownership, Café Centrál was closed down, then turned into a diner for construction workers of the underground… In the 1960s it became the Eötvös Club of the ELTE University. In the 1990′s it was used as an amusement arcade – causing heartache for many people.
In other words, Café Central was an abused sleeping beauty for more than 50 years. Thanks to Imre Somody the place is a coffee house again: and we may never know when a really talented new literary group turns up in this noble café."
reader outside the newly renovated Weston Library - my back hurts when I see people sitting like that.
Dalton Square, Lancaster, 2:25 pm. I was delighted to see someone reading outdoors on this sunny winter day. After I asked permission, Chris pointed out that we knew each other from work; I just hadn't recognised him in this relaxed context. He had just purchased Byron Rogers, 'The Green Lane to Nowhere' at the Oxfam Bookshop, and was starting it. (I haven't read it, but I did like Rogers' biography of the poet R. S. Thomas.)
Other photos in my series of readers are here: www.flickr.com/photos/greg_myers/albums/72157652125931010.