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Harvard Square
Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA

Graffiti for Planet Earth

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Left To Its Uncertain Fate

The familiar behavior of a dog who's been 'temporarily abandoned':



What is going on in a dog's mind, this dog's mind, as it waits?
Does it 'realize' that it is 'waiting'?
Does the conceptual experience 'waiting' not apply?
Does the emotional, instinctual, or physical experience of waiting differ radically from the conceptual experience 'waiting'?

Is the experience one of utter anxiety? This dog certainly appears to be anxious. Yet in a different dog it may seem as though, once its owner takes leave, there is no immediate worry or afterthought-- it simply reacts to whatever happens or comes along, e.g. other people, other animals, passing cars, a sudden itch and immediate scratch, until that time its owner reappears and life as it was is resumed.

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Person 1: Oooh! Who are you! Are you shy?
Person 2: He's shy
Person 1: You're gonna bite me... I know that look
Person 3: That's not a biting look
Person 2: He's shy

The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Part II

     What remains of the dying population of Cambodia?
     One large photograph of an American actress holding an Asian child in her arms.
     What remains of Tomas?
     An inscription reading HE WANTED THE KINGDOM OF GOD ON EARTH.
     What remains of Beethoven?
     A frown, an improbable mane, and a somber voice intoning "Es muss sein!"
     What remains of Franz?
     An inscription reading A RETURN AFTER LONG WANDERINGS.
     And so on and so forth. Before we are forgotten, we will be turned into kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.

--excerpt from Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Florencio Ascends

Somerville, Massachusetts, USA

The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Part I

It was drizzling. As people rushed along, they began opening umbrellas over their heads, and all at once the streets were crowded, too. Arched umbrella roofs collided with one another. The men were courteous, and when passing Tereza they held their umbrellas high over their heads and gave her room to go by. But the women would not yield; each looked straight ahead, waiting for the other woman to acknowledge her inferiority and step aside. The meeting of the umbrellas was a test of strength. At first Tereza gave way, but when she realized her courtesy was not being reciprocated, she started clutching her umbrella like the other women and ramming it forcefully against the oncoming umbrellas. No one ever said "Sorry." For the most part no one said anything, though once or twice she did hear a "Fat cow!" or "Fuck you!"

--excerpt from Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being

September 11th Newsbox

Highland Avenue
Somerville, Massachusetts, USA

What It's Come To

This is what going out to dinner with four males looks like

Overheard in New England

1.
[Beach bathroom scene: Irritated woman waiting for the women's bathroom. People are starting to use the Men's. My turn is up.]

Me to irritated woman: Is the Men's open? Do you want it?
Irritated woman: No, because I want to confront her about why she's taking so long.

2.
Subway conversation:

[group of children]

Girl 1: Hannah Montana always has a sparkly microphone
Girl 2: I'll punch her in the face!
Grown-up leader: Hey don't talk that way
Girl 2: She doesn't believe in God!

Cosmic Pinball

The photons that would become the Hubble Deep Field- the HDF--- indivisible packets of energy radiated by innumerable pieces of matter--had begun their journey maybe ten billion years earlier, traveling some sixty sextillion (that's 60,000,000,000,000,000,000,000) miles before reaching the rims of Hubble's 94.5-inch-diameter primary mirror, which focused them onto a 12.2-inch secondary mirror, which redirected them into a host of scientific instruments, which, after translating them into electronic signals of zeros and ones, beamed them to a tracking and data relay satellite, which ricocheted them to a ground station in White Sands, New Mexico, which, after translating them into radio signals, zapped them back up into the stratosphere and toward a communications satellite, which bounced them earthward again to the Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland, which forwarded them via telephone circuitry to the Space Telescope Science Institute on the Johns Hopkins University campus in Baltimore, Maryland, where they took up residence inside computers until an astronomer called them up on a screen, at which point the zeros and ones regathered themselves into swatches of light and dark that, approximately two feet and 1/500,000,000th of a second later, reached the eyes of astronomers, who could hardly believe what they were seeing.

"As the images have come up on our screens," the director of the Space Telescope Science Institute declared, "we have not been able to keep from wondering if we might somehow be seeing our own origins in all of this." He dubbed the emerging image "the double helix of galaxy formation"; another astronomer likened it to the Dead Sea Scrolls.

--From Richard Panek's "Seeing and Believing: How the Telescope Opened Our Eyes and Minds to the Heavens"

Perspective

Her: Oh look, pretty
Him: Where? All I see is dead leaves

Thompson Submachine Gun

Lest we forget that National Geographic is as glamorized as is Baywatch

The Digital Stance

This photo essay was taken during the Memorial Day Parade in Somerville, Massachusetts, USA

Depressing Language Trends: An unscientific correlation of prefixes

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