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  • Love Is A Losing Game (Original Demo)Amy Winehouse

Love Is A Losing Game (Original Demo) - Amy Winehouse

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Via Light Industry, a poster by Jason Simon and Chris Marker that depicts every cover of Petite Planète (a series of travel books) that Marker was involved with—“either as editor, designer, cover photographer, author, or all of these roles together.” Great vintage design (and you can buy the poster too). (via theparisreview:)
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Via Light Industry, a poster by Jason Simon and Chris Marker that depicts every cover of Petite Planète (a series of travel books) that Marker was involved with—“either as editor, designer, cover photographer, author, or all of these roles together.” Great vintage design (and you can buy the poster too).

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Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices no more easily made. And give, give in any way you can, of whatever you possess. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither. Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace.

Kent Nerburn

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  • You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You GoMadeleine Peyroux
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Madeleine Peyroux - You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go

from: Careless Love

The Romance of the Evening I remember the night I fell in love with the evening. I was driving on a mountain road, a few moments after dusk: the trees’ shadows were merging with the background of the sky, the cool air was a whisper in my ear. I did not abandon myself uncontrollably, I did not lose sight of the road. Rather the evening surrounded me the way a footprint surrounds a foot, the way a star is surrounded by empty space. I lost the notion of preference: I did not care for darkness over light, I could not tell my left hand from my right. Later I drove through the forest knocking down small trees; rabbits were caught frozen in my headlights, the car’s engine gave off the smell of fear: fear released, fear repulsed, fear returning. I got out of the car in a small clearing and turned off the lights. The evening made no demands; I did not have to remove my clothes, there were no promises made or broken. I did not have to give up my other lovers, nor did the idea of fidelity even occur to me: no matter how many times I left the evening it would always come back to me, by choice or otherwise. —Ira Sadoff, from “Seven Romances”Illustration Credit Eibatova Karina (via theparisreview:)
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The Romance of the Evening

I remember the night I fell in love with the evening. I was driving on a mountain road, a few moments after dusk: the trees’ shadows were merging with the background of the sky, the cool air was a whisper in my ear. I did not abandon myself uncontrollably, I did not lose sight of the road. Rather the evening surrounded me the way a footprint surrounds a foot, the way a star is surrounded by empty space. I lost the notion of preference: I did not care for darkness over light, I could not tell my left hand from my right. Later I drove through the forest knocking down small trees; rabbits were caught frozen in my headlights, the car’s engine gave off the smell of fear: fear released, fear repulsed, fear returning. I got out of the car in a small clearing and turned off the lights. The evening made no demands; I did not have to remove my clothes, there were no promises made or broken. I did not have to give up my other lovers, nor did the idea of fidelity even occur to me: no matter how many times I left the evening it would always come back to me, by choice or otherwise.

—Ira Sadoff, from “Seven Romances”
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Picture-Perfect Bonsai Bonsai, meaning “to plant in a tray,” is a tradition that originated in China about 2,000 years ago and later traveled to Japan. To cultivate a bonsai, a horticulture artist starts with cutting, seedling or small specimen of a woody-stemmed tree or shrub and then trains the plant to grow in a certain way, by pruning leaves and wiring branches into a desired shape. The goal is to create a miniature tree that looks natural, despite the artist’s constant manipulations. - Continue reading at Smithsonian.com. Photo: A 250-year-old Sargent juniper from Saitama City, Japan. The plant stands 28 inches tall. Courtesy of Jonathan Singer. Ed note: Singer’s Botanica Magnifica features beautifully photographed flowers and even earned a place in the National Museum of Natural History’s rare book room. (via smithsonianmag:)
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Picture-Perfect Bonsai

Bonsai, meaning “to plant in a tray,” is a tradition that originated in China about 2,000 years ago and later traveled to Japan. To cultivate a bonsai, a horticulture artist starts with cutting, seedling or small specimen of a woody-stemmed tree or shrub and then trains the plant to grow in a certain way, by pruning leaves and wiring branches into a desired shape. The goal is to create a miniature tree that looks natural, despite the artist’s constant manipulations. - Continue reading at Smithsonian.com.

Photo: A 250-year-old Sargent juniper from Saitama City, Japan. The plant stands 28 inches tall. Courtesy of Jonathan Singer.

Ed note: Singer’s Botanica Magnifica features beautifully photographed flowers and even earned a place in the National Museum of Natural History’s rare book room.

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  • The War Is OverScott Walker

Scott Walker - The War Is Over

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