So great: The postcards Picasso illustrated and sent to Jean Cocteau, Apollinaire, and Gertrude Stein http://t.co/QKxy7wSacg
— Maria Popova (@brainpicker) February 20, 2014
So great: The postcards Picasso illustrated and sent to Jean Cocteau, Apollinaire, and Gertrude Stein http://t.co/QKxy7wSacg
— Maria Popova (@brainpicker) February 20, 2014
"There was no possibility of taking a walk that day." The first page of the original manuscript of Jane Eyre: pic.twitter.com/wk2jgVwjx4
— Sinéad Fitzgibbon (@sfitzgib) February 20, 2014
Manuscript page from Orhan Pamuk’s notebook for The Black Book. Pretty ornate. http://t.co/4ctpgj2FEu
— Open Culture (@openculture) February 20, 2014
That bit about the older aunt stings. When I first sent a holiday message, after a stroke, there was a great deal of self-satisfaction in the act. I've been seeing the issue as a matter of widening my digital footprint. This shows there's more involved.There’s something distinctly unfriendly in requiring people to participate in your chosen broadcast forum in order to participate in your life, rather than reaching out to them individually. It’s like that older aunt who sends out a form letter once a year to tell you all about that family vacation and their kids’ successful lives and the new car they bought, with the only personal touch being the signature at the end: she isn’t interested in you or your path through life, she’s just proudly announcing her own satisfaction at you. Which is great – I’m glad that people are happy and want to share that – but that’s not a friendship.
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Drones Are the Future of Sports Photography http://t.co/HzIsKOvk2a via @TheAtlantic
— Mashable (@mashable) February 20, 2014