The last thing a for-profit social network wants is for its members to start seeing themselves as laborers.

awesomepeoplereading:

Elvis and the Beatles read about one another.

(Source: shot-of-rhythm-and-blues)

Facebook и Instagram – это две разные компаниями с разными характерами. У Instagram есть то, чего вожделеет Facebook – страстное сообщество. Facebook людям нравится. Facebook люди используют. Но любят люди Instagram. Лично я пользуюсь этим приложением больше всех других. В Instagram я провожу час в день. Я уже заводил друзей только по выложенным фотографиям. Я знаю, что они чувствуют, как видят мир. У Facebook нет души, а у Instagram есть и душа, и эмоции.

Dostoevsky tackled free will, Tolstoy the meaning of life – but is it still possible to write philosophical novels?

Про переваги письма від руки я міркував рік тому ось тут. Сьогодні про це пише Кевін Гартнет.

jamreilly:

Pollard Tree: Sketch and Letter by Vincent Van Gogh.
To Theo from The Hague, July 1882.

I’ve attacked that old giant of a pollard willow, and I believe it has turned out the best of the watercolours. A sombre landscape — that dead tree beside a stagnant pond covered in duckweed, in the distance a Rijnspoor depot where railway lines cross, smoke-blackened buildings — also green meadows, a cinder road and a sky in which the clouds are racing, grey with an occasional gleaming white edge, and a depth of blue where the clouds tear apart for a moment.In short, I wanted to make it like how I imagine the signalman with his smock and red flag must see and feel it when he thinks: how gloomy it is today.

via Bibliodyssey - Handshakes in Thought: The Van Gogh Letter Sketches

jamreilly:

Pollard Tree: Sketch and Letter by Vincent Van Gogh.

To Theo from The Hague, July 1882.

I’ve attacked that old giant of a pollard willow, and I believe it has turned out the best of the watercolours. A sombre landscape — that dead tree beside a stagnant pond covered in duckweed, in the distance a Rijnspoor depot where railway lines cross, smoke-blackened buildings — also green meadows, a cinder road and a sky in which the clouds are racing, grey with an occasional gleaming white edge, and a depth of blue where the clouds tear apart for a moment.

In short, I wanted to make it like how I imagine the signalman with his smock and red flag must see and feel it when he thinks: how gloomy it is today.

via Bibliodyssey - Handshakes in Thought: The Van Gogh Letter Sketches

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