"The Digital Catalogue documents, visually and textually, the first ten years of Andy Goldsworthy's ephemeral, outdoor practice. It replicates Goldsworthy's Slide Cabinet Index, and includes previously unpublished material from Goldsworthy's Sketchbook Diaries.
"Just look at what he did there. Look at that."
I think the Internet really came into its own in August 1998, with the birth of the Hamster Dance, which is older than Slashdot.
Cary Grant's 14 chapter autobiography serialized in Ladies Home Journal in 1963.
Two time capsules buried at Flushing Meadow, to be uncovered 5000 years after being buried.
I've been meaning to rent/buy/watch this for a while now. and it's on Pitchfork.tv for the next week. Now if they would just post Season 4 of House. I swear I could watch it all in a week, pitchfork!
Open source software to recover lost files from camera memory cards. Seems to be working like a charm. Remember, self, to copy things to a computer before you delete them from the card.
"The Writing on the Wall project (1991-1993) took place in Berlin’s former Jewish quarter, the Scheunenviertel neighborhood. There Attie projected slides made from pre-Holocaust photographs of the neighborhood’s Jewish residents and shops in the same (or sometimes nearby) locations where the original images were taken."
Apparently the brain uses the same areas to remember and to predict. That makes so much sense.
Rather than reading this story, I listened to it on a Consider the Lobster audiobook, read by DFW himself. He sounded dry, and earnest, and worried, in the way that his writing is all of those things. All footnotes were read in a slightly different tone of voice. Still one of the more thoughtful (and therefore better) pieces I've read on the immediate domestic impact of September 11th outside of the bounds of New York City.
Archive of work published for Harper's.
Constant cold preserves the last camp of the Shackleton and Scott expedition.
"Each time, when I repressed the airlock, opened the hatch and welcomed two tired workers inside, a peculiar odor tickled my olfactory senses. At first I couldn't quite place it."
