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Noon. Whitworth Park, Manchester. Alexandros is reading Greek translation of a 2016 book by Tim Anderson, entitled in English (he looked it up on his phone) 'The Dirty War on Syria'.
Apologies for interrupting your reading. Other photos in my series of readers are here: www.flickr.com/photos/greg_myers/albums/72157652125931010.
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."
This is a prototype RFID internet controlled access system for TechShop. It uses an Arduino with Ethernet shield, and a Seeeduino and servo for automated testing.
6:35 pm, Williamson Park. Patrick is reading Andrew Marr's 'A History of the World'.
Thank you for being part of my project, and my apologies for interrupting you. For more readers, see www.flickr.com/photos/greg_myers/albums/72157652125931010.
Waterloo Tea, Wyndham Arcade, Cardiff, 2:30 PM. The arcades were bathed with light on this sunny afternoon, and he is having tea out in front of the shop. (Note: they do an excellent coffee too). He is reading Haruki Murakami's collection of stories, 'Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman'. He said he had read Murakami's recent book, 'Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage' in English, and then listened to the audiobook in Japanese, and he noted the closeness of the translation. I said I had read 'The Wind-up Bird Chronicle', but not this one.
Thanks for being part of the project. Other photos in my series of readers are here: www.flickr.com/photos/greg_myers/albums/72157652125931010.
New Flash app: Flickr RSS Reader
download this app: www.jhey.com/rssreader_v1/
community: www.flickr.com/groups/rssreader/
I hacked my USB keyboard into a foot pedal for Google Reader (yellow) and Mac’s Exposé function (blue). A video tutorial for this project can be found here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3NxQ60E72k
Ein junger Mann und zwei junge Frauen lesen die Zeitung First News.
A young man and two young women are reading the paper First News.
Welten tun sich auf: Zeitungen eröffnen andere Dimensionen und neue Perspektiven.
A world of its own: papers open up other dimensions and new perspectives.
(Foto/Photo: Gairhos Herbert)
Sandy Proctor's bronze sculpture on Kleman Plaza here in Tallahassee has turned from brown to black since it was dedicated 5 April 2005, about a month before I retired from Florida State Libraries. iPhone 6+ photo.
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?
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.