Kodachrome

Despite its tech know-how, Kodak wasn't quite nimble enough to keep up. Its executives "suffered from a mentality of perfect products, rather than the high-tech mindset of make it, launch it, fix it," Harvard Business School's Rosabeth Moss Kanter told The Economist.

Nokia ikonografia

"actually, ballmer looks evil, elop looks like a dunce, and vega looks like he's from the wrong century"

This is your pastor and how he speaks of himself

Dr. Warren Lathem is the President of the Wesleyan Seminary of Venezuela which he co-founded in 2002. Lathem is the former District Superintendent of the Atlanta-Marietta District of the North Georgia Conference of the United Methodist Church. He has pastored churches since 1972.

Never underestimate the desire for self-revelation. Even your pastor loves to blog about his bariatric surgery, his vitamin B-12 injections, his perfect grandchild. Counts his blessings during times of pain, chortles abashedly that taking two Ambiens makes him feel like a druggie. You're sure it has to be a caricature, but this is how people actually present themselves-- especially when they're old.

My household

"When you studied biology did you grow things on agar? Oh, well it's a kind of seaweed, it's a perfect medium to grow things on, and I have this book here called Fertility from the Deep--the guy who did his PhD thesis is dead now or something but this book is based on his research. And it really is a perfect medium to grow things. There's this woman she has made a complete kit that can sustain itself. It has fish in it and you have to put the fishfood in which is a pain in the ass, but after that the fish eat the fishfood and then they make nutrients for the plants and it's a complete closed system, you don't have to check the water or add chemicals to it or phd powder like you did when I was a kid. Hyponics. We all thought back then that we'd get rich growing food that way, it was a big fad back in my day. But then the government which takes the land away from small farmers made it so you can't do anything unless you're big Big BIG and of course these little farmers couldn't survive. Now we have all these foods with shelf life and of course those foods with shelf life don't have the proper nutrients in them and when they test our soil nowadays there's no chromium in it or those other nutrients that human beings need to survive and it's just a terrible terrible thing what's going on, the same stuff that I foresaw when I was a little boy. This guy grows the stuff using ocean water which is full of nutrients but did you know if we try to manufacture ocean water in a lab then the fish die in it? They can't survive in it. The government doesn't want us to be growing these foods full of nutrition. What do you think of this name, Taboo Talk Radio. Does that sound good? Or Banned Talk Radio. Forbidden Talk Radio. The Banned Radio Show for my new radio show."


"I can't believe that kid. You know we were the only ones who got up there to talk for him, I was the only one who got up there to be cross-examined even though I had chest pain from my darn arteries clogging up and that lady lawyer tried to make me look like a fool. She kept on asking me stuff like, 'What is your website?' and I should've been my own lawyer and said 'Objection: Irrelevant' instead of Tim. Poor Tim, he didn't know. We were the only ones standing up for him telling Tim, Oh this is a good kid he's innocent, he's worked with us for years and years, there's no way he would do anything like that. But no more help from us. You never can trust anybody. Money money money, money money money! You know they're not with us because they like us so much. I hope that kid goes to jail that fucking child molestor. He eats all my chocolates in the office and touches all my food and I'm scared I'm gonna catch AIDS from him. Those chocolates cost a fortune! They're my chocolates, he's got a pancreas he should eat his own fucking chocolates. He's a piece of shit, a fucking Sicilian. They're useless. They were excreted from the behind of a sick camel."

It work for us he said his mom will die, so he move back home to spend time with her. He said he can still do a lot of work for you, all the work you ask, but only by the phone and by email and remote login to the computer or whatever.

"I know why his mom is dying. I read all the books and now I understand. I read everything and now I understand. Did we buy that juicer from Costco?"

NO! I TOLD you we don't have the juicer yet. {blah blah blah, an eternity of sharp knife-voice description in the voice that chops you up miserable and stuck in this miserable chopping block of a life of Craig's 2-for-1 juicer deal blah blah blah in minutest detail} I TOLD you. Juicer, you can get juice from the Vitamix!

"No, it's a different kind of juice! I need the juicer. I need the pulp from the Vitamix but I need the juice from a juicer too. It is powerful stuff. I know why his mom is dying, because I did the research and they aren't using the juices right."

Please avoid sighing without thinking

The language of sighing for Others:

"What I love about Japan are the pockets of simplicity, grace, and ease of life, the moments suspended in time," writes FosiBear. "Here an elderly temple matron is quietly and gently raking scarlet maple leaves from the moss-covered grounds: an ode to a simpler life surrounded by exquisite natural beauty."

More kitsch of sighing:
"Just outside Recoleta Cemetery, the tango music played," writes agirlintheworld in the Dream Trip entry "Let's Dance." "I watched in guilty rapture as the couple swayed around the square. Tango, when done correctly, is so intimate. It makes the audience feel like a voyeur, a witness to something that they shouldn't be seeing, drawn in by the beauty of it all. This is what made me decide to move to Buenos Aires someday. Sometimes, life just needs to be danced away."

Not everybody sighs... sometimes a simple reminiscence instead:

"I remember being enchanted with the Luxembourg Gardens in Paris," funksoulbrotha writes. "The Paris of my imagination lived there, where children ran around, an old musician played an accordion, and oversize hedgerows made me feel like Alice in Wonderland."

Sigh-police also approve:
"While I was concentrating on how to photograph this giant biomass, a local father and son duo of musicians came over to serenade me," writes normans in the Dream Trip entry "The Musicians". "Their performance was distracting, so I gave them a few pesos and asked in my poor Spanish that they stop playing. They misunderstood and played even louder until I tried with more vigor and pesos to persuade them to stop. Receiving money to cease playing was beyond their comprehension; the boy's face melted into a look of frustration and bewilderment. My photo of his expression is more memorable to me than all the photos I finally took of the Tule Tree."

Cow needs more color

Pop color needs more color

I will eat you alive I will eat you alive I will eat you alive

Obscure photos from the photo album of someone's grandpa, who was the sign-writer for the London Zoo.

Young Eskimo girl wearing fur-lined hood

Location:	Coppermine, Canada
Date taken:	October 1937
Photographer:	Margaret Bourke-White

"My sister Margaret was not unfriendly or aloof."

Wiki: While in Russia, she photographed a rare occurrence, Joseph Stalin with a smile
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She had a knack for being at the right place at the right time: she interviewed and photographed Mohandas K. Gandhi just a few hours before his assassination. Alfred Eisenstaedt, her friend and colleague, said one of her strengths was that there was no assignment and no picture that was unimportant to her.

There are two wooden ducks in this picture.

The one on the left is painted to resemble the foliage behind.
The one on the right is countershaded according to Thayer's theories on camouflage.

Abbott Handerson Thayer

A distant gaze into an abstract world. Hiding from this world to hide in the hidden world. Countershading: shade oneself in the negative/reverse to obliterate one's three-dimensional self into the illusion of flatness. The distant gaze, and mouth held close against speaking. Does not see you, does not want to talk to you, pulls the hood up close.

Of this painter, Richard Meryman writes:
Believing that his paintings were the “dictation of a higher power,” he tended to paint in bursts of “God given” creative energy. His personal standards were impossibly high. Driven by his admitted vice of “doing them better and better,” he was doomed always to fall short. Finishing a picture became horrendously hard. He was even known to go to the railroad station at night, uncrate a painting destined for a client and work on it by lantern light.

Such fussing sometimes ruined months or even years of work. In the early 1900s he began preserving “any achieved beauty” by retaining young art students—including my father—to make copies of his effects. Two, three and four versions of a work might be under way. Thayer compulsively experimented on all of them, finally assembling the virtues of each onto one canvas.
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"In a letter to Thomas Wilmer Dewing (c. 1917), Thayer reveals that his method was to work on a new painting for only three days. If he worked longer on it, he said, he would either accomplish nothing or would ruin it. So on the fourth day, he would instead take a break, getting as far from the work as possible, but meanwhile instruct each student to make an exact copy of that three-day painting. Then, when he did return to his studio, he would (in his words) "pounce on a copy and give it a three-day shove again". As a result, he would end up with alternate versions of the same painting, in substantially different finished states."
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The inspirational spell cast by Thayer also was experienced by a noted artist named William L. Lathrop. In 1906 Lathrop visited a show at the Academy of Fine Arts in Philadelphia. He wrote: “A big portrait by Sargent. Two portrait heads by Abbott Thayer. The Sargent is a wonderfully brilliant performance. But one finds a greater earnestness in the Thayers. That his heart ached with love for the thing as he painted, and your own heart straight away aches with love for the lover. You know that he strove and felt himself to have failed and you love him the more for the failure.”