Empty Lots: Downtown Minneapolis: The Big Picture →
The bird’s eye view of downtown Minneapolis is fairly shocking, mostly because it gives a real sense of just how much of it is dedicated to surface parking (by some estimates, parking accounts for one-third of its surface area). What you see in the photo above (which spans from about 3rd Ave N…
Great project. I’ll be following this closely.
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CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS
Unbecoming: An Anthology of Posthuman Poetry
In the twenty-first century poetry interfaces with animal-machine. The “human” is not a given concept, but rather is one that is made in an ongoing technological and anthropological process. We hope to publish an anthology of poetry that participates in technological, biological, representational, sexual, political and theoretical post-humanisms. We’re looking for poetry that engages with or is written by animals, beasts, monsters, creatures, aliens, cyborgs, etc. How do bodies that are misunderstood, misfitting, ugly, failures, etc., challenge western, enlightenment figurations of the “self” and “human”? What are the poetics of rhetorical bodies that exceed definition? Any contemporary work in English (domestic or translated) that addresses the post-human is welcome. Please send up to 20 pages of poetry, in standard format (*.doc, *.docx, *.rtf, *.pdf) to Aaron Apps & Feng Sun Chen via [submishmash]. Previously published work is welcome; please include acknowledgements (if any) and a brief bio with your submission. Deadline: January 1stIf you have any questions please contact us at posthumanpoetry[at]gmail.com Please feel free to forward this call via your e-mail, blog, facebook, tumblr, twitter, etc. We look forward to reading your work.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4c3y6IpN11rwvp77o1_500.jpg "posthumanpoetry:
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS
Unbecoming: An Anthology of Posthuman Poetry
In the twenty-first century poetry interfaces with animal-machine. The “human” is not a given concept, but rather is one that is made in an ongoing technological and anthropological process. We hope to publish an anthology of poetry that participates in technological, biological, representational, sexual, political and theoretical post-humanisms. We’re looking for poetry that engages with or is written by animals, beasts, monsters, creatures, aliens, cyborgs, etc. How do bodies that are misunderstood, misfitting, ugly, failures, etc., challenge western, enlightenment figurations of the “self” and “human”? What are the poetics of rhetorical bodies that exceed definition? Any contemporary work in English (domestic or translated) that addresses the post-human is welcome. Please send up to 20 pages of poetry, in standard format (*.doc, *.docx, *.rtf, *.pdf) to Aaron Apps & Feng Sun Chen via [submishmash]. Previously published work is welcome; please include acknowledgements (if any) and a brief bio with your submission. Deadline: January 1stIf you have any questions please contact us at posthumanpoetry[at]gmail.com Please feel free to forward this call via your e-mail, blog, facebook, tumblr, twitter, etc. We look forward to reading your work.")
Unbecoming: An Anthology of Posthuman Poetry
In the twenty-first century poetry interfaces with animal-machine. The “human” is not a given concept, but rather is one that is made in an ongoing technological and anthropological process. We hope to publish an anthology of poetry that participates in technological, biological, representational, sexual, political and theoretical post-humanisms. We’re looking for poetry that engages with or is written by animals, beasts, monsters, creatures, aliens, cyborgs, etc. How do bodies that are misunderstood, misfitting, ugly, failures, etc., challenge western, enlightenment figurations of the “self” and “human”? What are the poetics of rhetorical bodies that exceed definition?
Any contemporary work in English (domestic or translated) that addresses the post-human is welcome. Please send up to 20 pages of poetry, in standard format (*.doc, *.docx, *.rtf, *.pdf) to Aaron Apps & Feng Sun Chen via [submishmash].
Previously published work is welcome; please include acknowledgements (if any) and a brief bio with your submission.
Deadline: January 1st
If you have any questions please contact us at posthumanpoetry[at]gmail.com
Please feel free to forward this call via your e-mail, blog, facebook, tumblr, twitter, etc. We look forward to reading your work.
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Caption from the July 1, 1940, issue of LIFE. “Six essential bandages the Red Cross worker must know how to make are shown here. They are: cotton pads (two sizes); gauze fluff; gauze sponges (two sizes).”
See more photos here.
My brother just graduated from college! Congrats, little man.
I never get pedicures, but it’s summer! And I felt girly! AND I REGRET NOTHING ABOUT THIS DECISION!
The importance of learning to code isn’t so that everyone will write code, and bury the world under billions of lines of badly conceived Python, Java, and Ruby. The importance of code is that it’s a part of the world we live in. I’ve had enough of legislators who think the Internet is about tubes, who haven’t the slightest idea about legitimate uses for file transfer utilities, and no concept at all about what privacy (and the invasion of privacy) might mean in an online space. I’ve had enough of patent inspectors who approve patents for which prior art has existed for decades. And I’ve had enough of judges making rulings after listening to lawyers arguing about technologies they don’t understand. Learning to code won’t solve these problems, but coding does force engagement with technology on a level other than pure ignorance. Coding is a part of cultural competence, even if you never do it professionally. Alsup is a modern hero.
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A federal judge learned to code - O’Reilly Radar (via everythingisdisrupted)
AMEN.
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KIDS CRACK ME UP
Fell asleep on the plane ride back to New Jersey with my hair down. Woke up with the right side of my head braided. The mother sitting behind me later apologizes for the actions of her four-year-old daughter, who had recently learned how to braid things. She had apparently reached through the gap between our seats and put her hands to work.
I didn’t realize what was happening, the mother told me, until it was too late.
I told her mother that I love braids, which is completely true. Then I thanked the little girl for doing such a lovely job, and went back to sleep, secretly hoping she would finish the other side.
Finally, a girl who enjoys a good grilled cheese sandwich! Give it up for grilled cheese!
— guy behind me at French Meadow at Minneapolis - St Paul Airport. Airport conversations crack me up.
