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Ha tanto que no leia un cumplido de esta altura!
Reyes, la indescifrable providencia
Que administra lo pródigo y lo parco,
Nos dio a los unos el sector o el arco,
Pero a ti la total circunferencia.
Here’s a quick stab of a translation, though it makes it absolutely no justice:
Reyes, the indecipherable providence,
That doles out the prodigal and the scant,
Gave to some the sector or the arc,
But to you the total circumference.
I’ve been looking for cool art lately (yup, there is a girl :) and I’m happily surprised to find there are lots of great stuff on the web. There are hundreds of web shops of amateur and independent artists out there (here’s one: boygirlsparty). DeviantArt was a first stop, of course; later followed by Etsy, a big place to find craftsy stuff which has some nice things going on and thru which I found Poketo, an artsy store specializing in wallets and apparel, where I finally found the gift (which will be perfect for her, I swear—had I had it custom-made it wouldn’t be this good).
And ogling through artist’s websites I found the perfect gift for, well, me: Io: Art of the Wired. I don’t know, I can simply feel it: this is a great book. Look at the rave reviews and the great art included:
But what really blew me away was Poketo’s flat worldwide shipping rate and Guu Media’s even bolder FREE global shipping. Nothing says one world louder than free shipping anyplace.
I found this out in the Wild Wild Web and am not able to ascertain the author1, which is a shame since she’s a genius:
1 All I know is they probably come from ZatteVrienden but I don’t grok Dutch.
Today is World Book Day and to celebrate it there was a public reading of
The Aleph, a wonderful book of short stories by Jorge Luis Borges (“the information fetishist”), in my city. Let’s not miss the opportunity, here’s a great short-story of his to read today: Funes, the Memorious (in English and in Spanish).
“He could perceive I do not know how many stars in the sky.”
The story is slow, filled with all sorts of mundane, meticulous details (apocryphal, of course) and full of seemingly irrelevant roundabouts—Borges hallmarks. How else can you talk about such profoundly magical things?
I simply love this kind of hyper-stylized vector girls:
(Parental Advisory: Some barely concealed nipples ahead.)
If you see hoof prints, think horses—not zebras.
Now, is this the most shockingly beautiful, original phrasing of Occam’s Razor you’ve ever read or what?
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