Robert L. Peters

2 September 2010

Boris collects (and sells) vintage labels…

Prague, Czech Republic

By dent of having an interest in vintage graphics and ephemera, I hear from a fair number of folks around the globe who are really into retro stuff from yesteryear… to wit, the persistent Boris Adamicko from Prague, who would really love to sell you some of his (admittedly impressive) label collection. You can see a sampling of the wares Boris has to offer here and you can contact him directly at badamicko[a]upcmail.cz

Bonne chance, Boris.


1 September 2010

A little freaky…

WTF?

Stare at the “+” sign in the middle of the square above for a little while. You will see a green dot circling between the pink dots… pretty cool, eh? Keep looking at the “+” sign for a while longer… the pink dots eventually disappear. (Cool becomes freaky).

I’m somewhat of a fan of whacky visual phenomena (witness past posts such as this, this, and this). Though I have encountered the above example before, I stumbled across it again today on Eric Karjaluoto’s fine blog, here. (There is a Wikipedia entry that attempts to explain: Lilac Chaser).


30 August 2010

Similarities trump differences…


29 August 2010

Design is History

Wichita, Kansas

Dominic Flask has created an interesting online collection of graphic design history: Design is History, developed as part of his graduate thesis at Fort Hays State University.

(Does the fact that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting or associating with many of the designers whose work is featured on this site make me historic? No—don’t answer that). Thanks to Martyn Schmoll for the link.


28 August 2010

(fairly sound advice)


27 August 2010

A Friday thought…


26 August 2010

The Patron Saints of Graphic Design…

Van Nuys, California

Older, devout design practitioners will no doubt be able to relate to these Patron Saints of Graphic Design (St. Exacto, St. Typo, St. Pixela)… more here.

(Thanks to Bob Roach for the link).


23 August 2010

Typestaches

(click on image for larger size—found here)


22 August 2010

On interchange…

(You can take this one to the bank… thanks Marian).


20 August 2010

Our world enters ecological debt… overnight.

London, UK

It has taken humanity less than nine months to blow its ecological budget for the year, according to data from leading independent UK think-tank nef (the new economics foundation) and Global Footprint Network, a California-based environmental research organization.

Ecological Debt Day comes a full month earlier than last year, reflecting not only greater consumption of resources on a global scale, despite the recession, but also improvements in data collection giving a more detailed analysis than ever before. The new research, for example, indicates that the world has less grazing land available than previously estimated.

[read more here]

(Thanks to Jacques Lange in South Africa for the blog/link).


19 August 2010

As time goes by…

This day and age we’re living in gives cause for apprehension.
With speed and new invention, and things like third dimension.
Yet, we get a trifle weary, with Mister Einstein’s theory,
So we must get down to earth, at times relax, relieve the tension.
No matter what the progress, or what may yet be proved,
The simple facts of life are such they cannot be removed.
You must remember this, a kiss is still a kiss,
A sigh is just a sigh…
The fundamental things apply, as time goes by.

—from Herman Hupfeld’s “As Time Goes By,” 1931

(thanks to Bob Roach from the GDC Listserv for the lyrical prompt)


18 August 2010

Arial & Helvetica

From the troubled land of sans/sens…

I grew up with Helvetica (almost literally—during my elementary school years while living in Reinach [on the outskirts of Basel, Switzerland] I would pass by Münchenstein by tram twice daily; Münchenstein is where the Helvetica typeface was developed in the late 1950s by Max Miedinger and Eduard Hoffmann at the Haas’sche Schriftgiesserei [Haas type foundry]).

So, while I admit to a biased preference for Helvetica over Arial (dubbed by many in our field as a “shameless impostor”) I do find it interesting to observe how much fuss some designer colleagues raise over the similarities and differences of these two leading sans-serif faces.

(I’m not sure of the original source of the image above, but it does provide a useful comparison of some of the similarities and differences in “tone of voice” of these two popular faces).

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Friend Martyn Schmoll has suggested a great little article on
I Love Typography
: Arial versus Helvetica.


17 August 2010

Nomade, A Man of Letters…

Antibes, French Riviera

“This sculpture is a creation by contemporary Catalan artist Jaume Plensa, who lives and works in Barcelona and Paris. Born in 1955, Plensa studied art at the Escola Llotja and in the Escola Superior de Belles Arts de Sant Jordi. He is currently one of the most important sculptors on the contemporary art scene. Plensa made his name in the 1980s with simple, large forms made from cast iron. His work then evolved into sculptural installations using light, sound and language…”

Read more about Yves Peters’ serendipitous encounter with Nomade (with more photos and video) during his vacation on the Côte d’Azur here, on The FontFeed.

I’ve only been to Antibes once, during the sweltering hot summer of 1979—a bit of an abstecher on a road trip from Switzerland to Spain with my wife Beverly. I’ll admit, my most vivid memory is of the seemingly endless beaches populated with a preponderance of topless sunbathers—which I recall Bev found to be somewhat shocking (at first).

Thanks to Sal Randazzo for the link to Yves’ post.


16 August 2010

Glacier-melting energy!

Humble, Texas

This gasoline advertisement for Humble/Enco petroleum company (later Esso/Exxon [remember the “Put a tiger in your tank campaign?]) ran in Life magazine in 1962… pretty much the exact opposite image of that which petroleum companies are trying to show today. Here’s the text from the advert:

EACH DAY HUMBLE SUPPLIES ENOUGH ENERGY
TO MELT 7 MILLION TONS OF GLACIER!

This giant glacier has remained unmelted for centuries. Yet, the petroleum energy Humble supplies—if converted into heat—could melt it at the rate of 80 tons each second! To meet the nation’s growing needs for energy, Humble has applied science to nature’s resources to become America’s Leading Energy Company. Working wonders with oil through research, Humble provides energy in many forms—to help heat our homes, power our transportation, and to furnish industry with a great variety of versatile chemicals. Stop at a Humble station for new Enco Extra gasoline, and see why the “Happy Motoring” sign is the World’s First Choice!

Click on the image above for an enlarged view. The hubris of Humble is really quite remarkable (Humble is the town in Texas that Exxon U.S.A. traces its roots to). Thanks to Gregor Brandt (via Ms. Marx).


15 August 2010

What you see is…

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(more quotables by Mark Twain here)


13 August 2010

The Soapboxer: Nature is soulful again

(from Issue 19 of Geez magazine, by Nicholas Klassen)

I figure we human beings have always been hard on nature. I mean, cutting down trees and killing animals appear to be pretty fundamental to the human experience.

What’s striking about us Western Moderns, however, is the intentionality and aggressiveness of our antagonism towards nature. And it’s not just the fact that we’ve increased in number. No, more than that, the dominant Western worldview is deliberately anchored in a narrative that framed nature as a dangerous place that we needed to subdue and hold “dominion” over. At the same time, wilderness was stripped of its spiritual potency so it could become exploitable real estate to be mined for the purposes of accumulating wealth.

Consider: ancient people didn’t see themselves as distinct from nature, and they didn’t see nature as inanimate. Everything wild was “inspirited” or “ensouled.” Not just animals, but everything – mountains, rivers, forests. As a result, nature warranted a certain reverence, even a divine status.

As we began to farm and later industrialize, however, we created something new to worship: Progress. The corresponding demands for unfettered economic and technological growth meant that the wilderness needed to be “de-spiritualized” and human interests needed to be set up in opposition to nature’s interests. Simply put, we had to justify our assault on the Earth.

The architects of modernity were extremely bullish on this project – though it’s not really fair to single them out, given that they were merely putting a name to contemporary humanity’s urge to exploit. Regardless, Enlightenment thinkers rallied around the assessment of scientists like Galileo and Newton that nature operated as an interlocking series of pushing and pulling mechanisms, devoid of any mystical qualities. With that as the backdrop, philosophers like Thomas Hobbes famously described the State of Nature as a “war of all against all” where lives are “solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short.” Coercive authority was the salve for that. Francis Bacon – throwing in a dose of sexism for good measure – framed nature as a woman who needed to be enslaved. For Bacon, glorious technical advancements “do not merely exert a gentle guidance over Nature’s courses, they have the power to conquer and subdue her, to shake her to her foundations.” René Descartes considered animals non-sentient mechanical beings and proclaimed the need to “make ourselves masters and possessors of nature.”

By the same token, Christianity’s victory over paganism instilled a new worldview that nature in and of itself wasn’t sacred, but was rather the creation of a transcendent god – that is, a god apart from the world. Add to that a dualistic distinction between the spirit and the physical, and a divine commission in Genesis to exercise “dominion” over creation and “fill and subdue the Earth,” and, well, you can see how nature didn’t stand a chance.

With the weight of philosophy and religion behind it, the narrative of humanity’s transcendency of and mastery over nature was assured. And oh, how it has thrived. Today, many contemporary Christians have embraced it to the point where they are actively hostile to the idea that we should work to preserve the environment. Like the now-deceased but still influential reverend Jerry Falwell who insisted in a CNN interview that the “myth” of global warming was “created to destroy America’s free enterprise system and our economic stability.” His response to this supposed snow job? “I urge everyone to go out and buy an SUV today.”

Other Christians consider environmentalism a form of idolatry, because they fear the rights of an “inanimate” planet and its non-human creatures are held in higher esteem than God. Others still figure the plight of the Earth doesn’t matter because it’s not our permanent home. If, after all, the Rapture is coming, who cares if glaciers are looking spotty? There is, of course, a healthy contingent of Christians who reject this narrative and are building a new one. It’s a narrative that sees nature as full of divine spirit – a place that is just fine as it is and doesn’t need to be “improved” by humans. Sure, we’ve been tasked as caretakers by an immanent god, but that doesn’t mean we are to preside over nature. Rather, we are called to recognize that we are embedded in it.

This new narrative builds on an ancient one. It’s a reclamation of something our supposedly “primitive” forebears understood. It’s a re-reading of oft-cited Genesis verses with a new lens – this time with an emphasis on our divine appointment to tread lightly and humbly in a life-giving biosphere. It’s a re-alignment with the likes of Francis of Assisi, who understood the holiness of communing with God through the physical, material world – the sun, the trees, the birds. And it might just be the key to our survival as a species.

Nicholas Klassen is a principal at Biro Creative, a former senior editor at Adbusters magazine, and a contributing editor to Geez (which has a fresh new website with lots more great writing and thought-provoking online content here).

[Full disclosure: I have been an avid supporter of Geez magazine since before its launch, and I’m still listed on the masthead as an ‘advisor.’ The above photo is of sun-kissed apples in my garden.]


12 August 2010

Quotes regarding ethics…

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“Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution.
Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages.”
~ Thomas Alva Edison

“There is no such thing as a minor lapse of integrity”
~ Tom Peters

“The only tyrant I accept in this world is the ‘still small voice’ within.”
~ Mahatma Gandhi

“Ethics is nothing else than reverence for life.”
~ Albert Schweitzer

“Even the most rational approach to ethics is defenseless
if there isn’t the will to do what is right.”
~ Alexander Solzhenitsyn

“In law a man is guilty when he violates the rights of others.
In ethics he is guilty if he only thinks of doing so.”
~ Immanuel Kant

“No man can purchase his virtue too dear, for it is the only thing whose value must ever increase with the price it has cost us. Our integrity is never worth so much as when we have parted with our all to keep it.”
~ Ovid

“The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.”
~ Confucius

“It is curious—curious that physical courage should be
so common in the world, and moral courage so rare.”
~ Mark Twain

“Relativity applies to physics, not ethics.”
~ Albert Einstein


11 August 2010

Pencil sculptures…

Bridgeport, Connecticut

Brazilian-born Dalton Ghetti carefully crafts the tips of pencils into amazing miniature sculptures, a sideline project for the professional carpenter who has been perfecting this art for the last 25 years. Dalton uses a razor blade, sewing needle, a sculpting knife, a steady hand, and lots of patience to meticulously carve the graphite… he has never sold these tiny works of art; he’s only given them away to friends as gifts. View an online gallery of these remarkable miniatures here.

Thanks to Gregor Brandt… via telegraph.co.uk


10 August 2010

I concur…


9 August 2010

[soiled reputation]

Spreading, worldwide…

A few months ago, Greepeace called for the design of a more appropriate logo for BP than a shiny green sunflower. Winner of the “Best Rebranded Logo—Popular Choice” is Laurent Hunziker of Paris, France. This “picture is worth a thousand words” image is now spreading virally…  


8 August 2010

Found type…

here & there

I chanced upon a nice little collection at The Typographic Circle… more here.


7 August 2010

Dark Forces are Gathering

Vancouver, BC

Ominous clouds move swiftly upon an otherwise placid summer sky, blanketing it in darkness. A brief flash of light gives way to slow thunder that groans achingly in the distance. Our hero looks up past the brim of his dusty, worn hat—knowing and weary. An epic battle is afoot…  and this is how the movies begin.

The notion of a meritocracy

I was raised a capitalist. The child of immigrant parents, I came to believe that capitalism was fundamentally just and egalitarian, with the vast bulk of wealth largely shared amongst those who worked hardest for it. For my mom and dad, and many of their era, this steadfast belief turned out to be both necessary and at times quite accurate. They started with little, toiled deliberately to build a life for themselves, and saved (when I’m sure they would have preferred to do otherwise), all so their kids could have access to opportunities that weren’t available to them.

I have to admit that when I too held to this construct, most things seemed to make sense, and the world appeared infinity simpler: The people who “picked themselves up by the bootstraps” could prevail over anything; Those with the best ideas profited from them; I would have even reasoned that those less fortunate were likely so as a result of their own volition.

I oversimplify how I once pictured things, in part for the sake of this story (any more detail, and I fear you’d nod off). Nevertheless, I must admit that I looked at things in polarizing terms, seeing few other possibilities. Perhaps I was also a bit naïve, believing that most things must “balance out” in favor of the honest and decent.

The world we’ve created

To think in those same terms today, I would either be a fool, or one of those great many, steadfastly determined to maintain a comfortable illusion (but an illusion nevertheless). This fantasy I speak of is one that persists regardless of its cost to our neighbors or future generations. It’s one that requires us to not ask questions.

In subscribing to it, we can’t allow ourselves to wonder how corporations afford us such (suspiciously) under-priced goods. We can never ask how all our trash magically disappears each day, and why we rarely find it in our own backyards. We must in no way challenge notions that masquerade as plain fact: perhaps best illustrated by the deluge of products brought to market using the words “eco” or “green” as prefixes, with little real consideration as to what such words should actually represent.

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Read the rest of this great online article by Eric Karjaluoto on his blog ideasonideas here… (article re-posted with permission).


6 August 2010

Lest we forget…

Hiroshima, Japan

This is a day that weighs heavy on the hearts of pacifists and peacemakers every year… 65 years ago today, at 08:15 on Monday, 6 August, 1945 the first nuclear weapon ever deployed on human beings (a bomb named Little Boy) was dropped on Hiroshima by the crew of the American B-29 bomber Enola Gay. Several days later, at 11:02 on Wednesday, August 9, Nagasaki was the target of the world’s first plutonium bomb (named Fat Man) dropped by the U.S. B-29 Superfortress Bockscar, flown by the crew of 393rd Squadron.

In 2005, I was one of 24 designers invited to contribute posters to Lest We Forget: Canadian Designers on War, an initiative marking the 60th anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki (I’ve posted on that previously, here).


5 August 2010

Charlatan, Martyr, Hustler

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A clever poster by Joey Rothsent to me by Gregor Brandt (via kottke.org).


Of singing birds…


4 August 2010

Swiss Alpine Marathon… congrats, Bro!

Davos, Switzerland

My brother Phil (together with his über-energetic wife Tammy) has just completed the highest high altitude marathon in Europe—the gruelingly beautiful 42.2 km Swiss Alpine Marathon. The pair ran side by side from start to finish along a demanding route, partially on rough mountain trails, with a total ascent of 1890 meters and a descent of 1710 meters. A record number of participants (5910 entrants) and stellar weather helped make the event an unforgettable experience. More information about the race here.

Congratulations, you two!


More Simplicissimus…

Munich, Germany

A year ago, I posted about some lovely illustrations I had come across from Simplicissimus, the satirical German weekly magazine started by Albert Langen in April 1896 and published through 1967 (with a hiatus from 1944-1954). Combining brash and politically daring content, the magazine sported a bright, immediate, and surprisingly modern graphic style… today I came across the online Simplicissimus motherlode, here.

Above images: Simplicissimus covers from 1924, 1929, and 1930 respectively.


3 August 2010

My thoughts are minutes…

Caldas da Rainha, Portugal

Rosa Quitério is a design student I met at ESAD/CR during the days I spent in Caldas in May this year—she had earlier contributed to the feature on Portuguese design I’d written for Communication Arts magazine. Imagine my surprise and delight when I received a beautiful time-themed linocut engraving by post from Rosa last week (printed on Artistico + Fabriano paper, 390 mm x 558 mm). She recalled my mentioning that I was fond of clocks (which she is too it seems)…

Obrigado!


I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial’s point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times, and hours.

—King Richard in Richard II by William Shakespeare


1 August 2010

I’ll drink to that…


31 July 2010

I meant what I said and I said what I meant…


30 July 2010

Trend upwards…

Warstein, Germany

A nude climber stuck halfway up a cliff face in the pitch dark had to phone German police officers, who shone a spotlight on him so he could find handholds to lower himself back down, they said Friday.

The 47-year-old man was unable to explain why he had drunkenly stripped off at dusk on Thursday, packed all his clothes in his rucksack and headed up the 40-metre quarry wall in Warstein, 100 kilometres east of Düsseldorf.

Clinging to a ledge, he became too weak to proceed and could not get dressed for fear of falling. Hours later, becoming both very cold and sober, he managed to get out his mobile phone and contact police.

Police took him to hospital as a precaution, in case he had suffered from “exposure.”

Could happen to anyone… though methinks there’s a cautionary tale in there somewhere. Source: the Alpine Club of Canada newletter, drawing from here (thankfully without accompanying imagery).


29 July 2010

24 hours in the saddle…

Falcon Lake, Manitoba

My rockin’ kid brother John Paul Peters just completed his first 24-hour mountain bike race this last weekend. Not only did he survive, he even managed a 2nd place in the open solo category. Here’s how JP describes the experience on his blog, 29erlove.blogspot.com

“Well, it was great to race, and it was almost as good to finally be done. Each hole punched in the license plate represent a 7-km lap completed. Not an overly fast pace, the course was quite technical in places and fairly rooty and wet in the woods. Dallas told me early on that there would be sections of the trail that, after encountering over and over again, I would absolutely despise. He was right. There was that little mud hole just after the first climb. Had a way of draining my speed EVERY single time as I eventually gave up looking for that perfect line. There was that squishy swamp where I got stung in the butt cheek at least twice by wasps (pain then, Itch now). And there was that technical rocky section about half way through where several sharp rocks tried their hardest to puncture my sidewalls (luckily they were thwarted).

This was my first experience with a 24-hour race and in many ways it lived up to my expectations. There would be periods of intense desire to quit riding. There would be butt pains, hand pains, leg pains, gut pains, and all sorts of pain I’d probably never experienced. I did learn that I can stay on a bike longer than I thought I could. I learned that cantaloupe is the greatest thing in the world after 12 hours of racing. I learned that a little mud added repeatedly over the course of a number of hours has the ability to stop things from working. I learned that having someone to cheer you up and encourage you means that much more so many hours into the race. Vanessa is awesome. Thanks to everyone who was such a great cheering section for the racers (fgbc crew at the top of the list!) Renee T. even took a slow lap with me to help keep me human. Thanks dude!

Things that did not live up to my expectations: my butt is not sore from riding 23 hours—it is only sore from wasp stings.

I had no idea I could last as long as I did. I’m looking forward to getting feeling back into my left hand and being able to bend over to tie my shoes.

Great times… some random photos here
24 Hours of Falcon Ridge official site here

Congratulations, little bro!


28 July 2010

Instant oil spill…

Instant_oil_spill_Circle

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I just received an e-mail from Daniel Schutzsmith, a design colleague and “web nerd” who I first met at FITC in Toronto in 2007 (we did a video interview together there early one morning which still shows up on Vimeo). Daniel has just created an effective viral piece at http://instantoilspill.com that exhibits “the same disregard for the environment (albeit virtual) that big oil does every day! Why should they have all the fun?”

Create an OIL SPILL on any website! Visit this link, then simply enter the web address of whatever site you’d like to contaminate and watch the spill happen…


26 July 2010

Before it’s too late…

wwf_before_its_too_late

Via Ads of the World, here.


24 July 2010

You gotta have heart…

Tibetan_proverb


22 July 2010

We live in stories…

Robert_L_Peters_Two_Wolves

Robert_L_Peters_Turtle

Winnipeg, Canada

I’ve always been interested in the oral narratives that are passed on from one generation to another. The launch of INDIGO’s Mother Tongue project provided incentive to begin a series of graphic “copyfree” posters featuring such stories as told by First Peoples. Above are the first two pieces: Two Wolves features the well-known Cherokee tale of the battle between good and evil as told by an elder to his grandson; Turtle includes the Anishinaabe story of how the turtle got its shell, and passes on the knowledge of the 13 large moons and 28 smaller segments that appear on the back of every turtle (many First Nations descendants are taught that the turtle shell represents the perfect depiction of the lunar year—I learned of this from one of our Aboriginal clients).

You can read the stories (or download, distribute, or print these posters) here: Two Wolves (1.2 MB PDF); Turtle (1.3 MB PDF). I’d encourage other designers to make your own contribution to the INDIGO Mother Tongue initiative—you can access the submission information here.

Thanks to Adrian J. K. Shum for your assistance. Credit for the wolf images goes to www.firstpeople.us


21 July 2010

Today is Marshall McLuhan’s birthday…

McLuhan

Winnipeg, Canada

The great Canadian educator, philosopher, scholar, literary critic, rhetorician, and communication theorist Herbert Marshall McLuhan was born 99 years ago today and grew up here in the ‘Peg (he attended Kelvin High School). Fitting, then, that I would receive an e-mail today from good friend (and former Circle colleague) Kevin Guenther (who knows that I’m somewhat of a McLuhan fan)… providing a link to a video clip of a classic piece of Woody Allen cinema that Marshall makes a cameo appearance in (Kevin came across this via Boing Boing, here).

Good fun. Thanks, Kevin!


20 July 2010

Receding glaciers…

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Rongbuk_Glacier_pinnacles

On mountains, everywhere

This past weekend, Ev and I enjoyed a short sortie with the Westie out to Riding Mountain National Park to take in the latest of her Manitoba Crafts Council show openings in Wasagaming. We spent a delightful dinner and overnight with old friends Celes and Sue Davar (Celes and I were both partners in Praxis Photographic Workshops some 20 years ago; he now runs Earth Rhythms—Sue is a remarkably talented potter and book-maker, and a longstanding friend of Ev’s). During the course of our conversation, Celes asked me whether I had noticed melt-back on glaciers in the Canadian Rockies in recent years (which of course I have, quite visibly in places like the Columbia Icefield). So it seemed more than a little coincidental that David Breashears’ latest documentary initiative would cross my desk today…

Rivers of Ice: Vanishing Glaciers of the Greater Himalaya showcases the work of photographer and mountaineer David Breashears, who with Glacier Research Imaging Project (GRIP), has retraced the steps of renowned mountain photographers of the past century to recapture images of these mountains and their glaciers from exactly the same vantage points. Rivers of Ice displays his recent photographs alongside the corresponding historic images, revealing the alarming loss in ice mass that has taken place over the intervening years. Visit the website (reports, videos, comparative photographs) here.

Above images: Graphic evidence of the loss of glacier mass between 1921 and 2007; the dotted line shows the Main Rongbuk Glacier’s height in 1921, while this 2007 photo freveals a loss of 320 vertical feet (nearly 100m) in ice mass since George Mallory took the same photograph in 1921; the tiny climber (upper right corner) gives scale to the remaining ice pinnacles.


19 July 2010

Bewusstsein (consciousness)…

RobertFludd_Bewusstsein

I’ve often wondered what consciousness might look like… until this explanatory illustration crossed my desk today, that is. Thanks to Robert Fludd (aka Robertus de Fluctibus, 1574-1637), I need wonder no more. Full explicative notations here.  :-|

Auditus, Visus, Odoratus, Gustus, Tactus… all ports open for input.


18 July 2010

1/4 of the victims…

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Lisbon, Portugal

Pedestrian advocates in Lisbon have replaced the white “zebra” stripes in four crosswalks with the stenciled names of 137 pedestrians killed by cars. On the curb, the tagline reads: “1/4 das vítimas de acidentes de automóvel são peões,” 1/4 of the victims of automobile accidents are pedestrians.

Watch a brief video about the installation here. Story and images found here.


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