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“So the universe is not quite as you thought it was.
You’d better rearrange your beliefs, then. Because you certainly can’t rearrange the universe.” -
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for Chronicle Books Film Listography
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“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice,...”
Great post by Reid Hoffman. Two parts stand out to me — first:
So as it turns out, Ben was right. You always do want a Founder-CEO. But that person doesn’t always have to be the Founding CEO. Being there at the start isn’t the only path to being a founder. “Founder” is a state of mind, not a job description, and if done right, even CEOs who join after day 1 can become Founders.
And:
More recently, Marissa Mayer joined Yahoo at the Lou Gerstner phase—everyone acknowledges that Yahoo! needs to be remade. While her success is far from certain, if she does succeed, she will be viewed as a re-founder, not just a management caretaker.
I like the idea of a “re-founder”. It doesn’t happen often, but companies can be rebooted and brought back from the dead and I think the teams that do that (assuming it’s not the original founders) deserve a distinction equal to being a founder. I suppose “savior” works too, but it sounds too dramatic.
In college, a group of guys and myself “re-founded” our fraternity, which had been kicked off campus and was basically dormant for a few years. In some ways it was easier to restart it, but in some ways it was actually much harder.
Musical Swings. Yes it must be award season for creativity soon…
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3D Paintings by Shintaro Ohata
[Artists statement]
Shintaro Ohata is an artist who depicts little things in everyday life like scenes of a movie and captures all sorts of light in his work with a unique touch: convenience stores at night, city roads on rainy day and fast-food shops at dawn etc. His paintings show us ordinary sceneries as dramas. He is also known for his characteristic style; placing sculptures in front of paintings, and shows them as one work, a combination of 2-D and 3-D world. He says that it all started from when he wondered “I could bring the atmosphere or dynamism of my paintings with a more different way if I place sculptures in front of paintings”. Many viewers tend to assume that there is a light source set into his work itself because of the strong expression of lights in his sculpture.
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“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me. When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. No rhetoric, no tremolos, no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell. And of course, no theology, no metaphysics. Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered.”
Aldous Huxley, Island (1962)
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January 6 - Carl Sandburg
Bio: Sandburg was born on January 6, 1878, in Galesburg, Illinois. He moved to Chicago in his thirties. There he worked as an editorial writer for The Chicago Daily News. His reputation as a poet grew after several of his poems appeared in Poetry, which had only recently been founded by Harriet Monroe, and after the publication of Chicago Poems (1916), Cornhuskers (1918), and Smoke and Steel (1920). Sandburg’s body of work also includes collections of American folklore, biographies of Abraham Lincoln and his wife Mary Lincoln, and children’s stories set in the Midwest. [1] In a statement after Sandburg’s death, poet and writer Archibald MacLeish described this body of work as “a touchstone of America.” [2] Writer and publisher Harry Golden expressed a similar sentiment, observing that Sandburg “put America on paper.” [3]
Anecdotes:
After quitting school at the age of thirteen, Sandburg delivered milk, harvested ice, laid bricks, threshed wheat, and shined shoes. [4] His growing up in a poor family and his working as a young labourer invoked a determination to see the protection of workers’ rights. Sandburg was a supporter of the Socialist movement and worked for the Social-Democrat Party in Wisconsin before moving to Chicago. [1]
Sandburg studied at Lombard College. When he started his studies, he was a working-class boy who mocked the conventions and priorities of students in higher socioeconomic classes. In his second autobiography Ever the Winds of Chance (1983), Sandburg wrote that he used to incorrectly wear black ties on purpose, and that he considered an editorial he wrote for the college magazine to be a collection of meaningless ready-made phrases. By the end of his studies, however, he had transformed into a cultivated and well-spoken man and he had grown to love the place and its people: he wrote only praise about them in letters to family and friends. [5]
Sandburg was married to Lillian Steichen, the sister of photographer Edward Steichen. The couple met at a Social-Democrat Party event. In letters to him, she addressed him as Comrade. [6] In a letter to her written on Feb 21st 1908, Sandburg wrote:
You remind me of two types of women… Actresses of the modern school of repression, [Minnie Maddern] Fiske, [Bertha] Kalich, and [Lena] Ashwell. And the Russian revolutionist! [6]
Final sentences:
“The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.”
from Autumn Movement
“Make me one of the fire singers to winter.”
from Corn Hut Talk
“[Languages die like rivers. Words wrapped round your tongue today And broken to shape of thought Between your teeth and lips speaking Now and today Shall be faded hieroglyphics Ten thousand years from now.] Sing—and singing—remember Your song dies and changes And is not here tomorrow Any more than the wind Blowing ten thousand years ago.”
from Languages
“Out of the storm let us have one star.”
from Prayers After World War](http://25.media.tumblr.com/372ff0b9e5b2dac91b74b9775f81c07a/tumblr_mg3lf8s4dM1qcyw3po1_500.jpg)
Bio: Sandburg was born on January 6, 1878, in Galesburg, Illinois. He moved to Chicago in his thirties. There he worked as an editorial writer for The Chicago Daily News. His reputation as a poet grew after several of his poems appeared in Poetry, which had only recently been founded by Harriet Monroe, and after the publication of Chicago Poems (1916), Cornhuskers (1918), and Smoke and Steel (1920). Sandburg’s body of work also includes collections of American folklore, biographies of Abraham Lincoln and his wife Mary Lincoln, and children’s stories set in the Midwest. [1] In a statement after Sandburg’s death, poet and writer Archibald MacLeish described this body of work as “a touchstone of America.” [2] Writer and publisher Harry Golden expressed a similar sentiment, observing that Sandburg “put America on paper.” [3]
Anecdotes:
- After quitting school at the age of thirteen, Sandburg delivered milk, harvested ice, laid bricks, threshed wheat, and shined shoes. [4] His growing up in a poor family and his working as a young labourer invoked a determination to see the protection of workers’ rights. Sandburg was a supporter of the Socialist movement and worked for the Social-Democrat Party in Wisconsin before moving to Chicago. [1]
- Sandburg studied at Lombard College. When he started his studies, he was a working-class boy who mocked the conventions and priorities of students in higher socioeconomic classes. In his second autobiography Ever the Winds of Chance (1983), Sandburg wrote that he used to incorrectly wear black ties on purpose, and that he considered an editorial he wrote for the college magazine to be a collection of meaningless ready-made phrases. By the end of his studies, however, he had transformed into a cultivated and well-spoken man and he had grown to love the place and its people: he wrote only praise about them in letters to family and friends. [5]
- Sandburg was married to Lillian Steichen, the sister of photographer Edward Steichen. The couple met at a Social-Democrat Party event. In letters to him, she addressed him as Comrade. [6] In a letter to her written on Feb 21st 1908, Sandburg wrote:
You remind me of two types of women… Actresses of the modern school of repression, [Minnie Maddern] Fiske, [Bertha] Kalich, and [Lena] Ashwell. And the Russian revolutionist! [6]
Final sentences:
“The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things
come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go,
not one lasts.”from Autumn Movement
“Make me one of the fire singers to winter.”
from Corn Hut Talk
“[Languages die like rivers.
Words wrapped round your tongue today
And broken to shape of thought
Between your teeth and lips speaking
Now and today
Shall be faded hieroglyphics
Ten thousand years from now.]
Sing—and singing—remember
Your song dies and changes
And is not here tomorrow
Any more than the wind
Blowing ten thousand years ago.”from Languages
“Out of the storm let us have one star.”
Here are 10 tips for making the most of your days off:
1. Do make a plan. We’re all busy. When we hit the weekend, we think we want to do “nothing.” But it’s impossible to truly do nothing. Instead, you’ll do unconsciously chosen somethings, and you’ll hit Sunday wondering where the time…
American Airlines New Coach Lounge, 1971 by MewDeep on Flickr.
Does this still exist?
Does American Airlines still exist?
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