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schuhtutehemd: World’s Oldest Socks These odd, ancient socks...

Thu, 14 Mar 2013 21:52:16 -0600

World’s Oldest Socks

These odd, ancient socks are the earliest knitted items in the Victoria & Albert Museum’s collection and quite possibly the oldest socks in the world. Made in 300-499 AD, these Egyptian socks were excavated in the burial grounds of ancient Oxyrhynchus, a Greek colony on the Nile in central Egypt at the end of the 19th century. They have a divided toe and are designed to be worn with sandals.

Particularly intriguing is the technique used to construct these red wool socks. Called nålbindning, or single-needle knitting, this time-consuming process required only a single thread. The technique was frequently used for close-fitting garments for the head, feet and hands because of its elastic qualities. Primarily from prehistoric times, nålbindning came before the two-needle knitting that’s standard today; each needle was crafted from wood or bone that was “flat, blunt and between 6 -10 cm long, relatively large-eyed at one end or the eye is near the middle.”

Dwayne

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 21:40:16 -0600

Dwayne

Yoshiya took off his glasses and slipped them into their case. Dancing, huh? Not a bad idea. Not bad...

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 00:26:25 -0600

Yoshiya took off his glasses and slipped them into their case. Dancing, huh? Not a bad idea. Not bad at all. He closed his eyes and, feeling the white light of the moon on his skin, began to dance all by himself. He drew his breath deep into his lungs and exhaled just as deeply. Unable to think of a song to match his mood, he danced in time with the stirring of the grass and the flowing of the clouds. Before long, he began to feel that someone, somewhere, was watching him. His whole body - his skin, his bones - told him with absolute certainty that he was in someone’s field of vision. So what? he thought. Let them look if they want to, whoever they are. All God’s children can dance.

He trod the earth and whirled his arms, each graceful movement calling forth the next in smooth, unbroken links, his body tracing diagrammatic patterns and impromptu variations, with invisible rhythms behind and between rhythms. At each crucial point in his dance, he could survey the complex intertwining of these elements. Animals lurked in the forest like trompe l’oeil figures, some of them horrific beasts he had never seen before. He would eventually have to pass through the forest, but he felt no fear. Of course - the forest was inside him, he knew, and it made him who he was. The beasts were ones that he himself possessed.

From all god’s children can dance by Haruki Murakami

It wasn’t supposed to get serious between us. I can’t see us getting married or nothing and you...

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 00:26:15 -0600

It wasn’t supposed to get serious between us. I can’t see us getting married or nothing and you nodded your head and said you understood. Then we fucked so that we could pretend that nothing hurtful had just happened. This was like our fifth time together and you got dressed in a black sheath and a pair of Mexican sandals and you said I could call you when I wanted but that you wouldn’t call me. You have to decide where and when, you said. If you leave it up to me I’ll want to see you every day.

At least you were honest, which is more than I can say for me. Weekdays I never called you, didn’t even miss you. I had the boys and my job at Transactions Press to keep me busy. But Friday and Saturday nights, when I didn’t meet anybody at the clubs, I called. We talked until the silences were long, until finally you asked, Do you want to see me?

I’d say yes and while I waited for you I’d tell the boys it’s just sex, you know, nothing at all. And you’d come, with a change of clothes and a pan so you could make us breakfast, maybe cookies you baked for your class. The boys would find you in the kitchen the next morning, in one of my shirts and at first they didn’t complain, because they guessed you would just go away. And by the time they started saying something, it was late, wasn’t it?

I remember: the boys keeping an eye on me. They figured two years ain’t no small thing, even though the entire time I never claimed you. But what was nuts was that I felt fine. I felt like summer had taken me over. I told the boys this was the best decision I’d ever made.

From This Is How You Lose Her By Junot Diaz

postcardsfromamerica: Paolo Pellegrin. A young man scales a...

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 17:07:46 -0600

postcardsfromamerica:

Paolo Pellegrin. A young man scales a fence to evade the police in the Crescent neighborhood of Rochester, New York.

Congratulations to Paolo Pellegrin, who won second prize at the World Press Photo Awards in the General News category for his story on Rochester’s Crescent neighborhood (undertaken as part of Postcards from America III). Not that it’s a huge surprise - this is Paolo’s tenth World Press Photo award since 1995 - but we’re very pleased to show that an experiment like Postcards can support many different kinds of work, including world-class, engaged photojournalism.

You can see Paolo’s equally stunning police-work from Miami in Swap Shop, available now through the Postcards store.

littlebrownmushroom: Reading this article by Kristen Forbes...

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 12:21:08 -0600

littlebrownmushroom:

Reading this article by Kristen Forbes about her problems with Midwestern-photographer boyfriends and the falseness of online dating profiles, I was reminded of this picture from my recently published book, Looking For Love, 1996.

Pictured Past Future Perfect

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 12:26:12 -0600

Pictured Past Future Perfect:

An image becomes past tense the moment it is made, yet neither the past tense nor the future perfect tense - this will have been - are perceived at the instant of recording.

mutantmagic: Not A Lot ‘Probably the last SMMA of 2012. Have a...

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 12:03:57 -0600

mutantmagic:

Not A Lot

‘Probably the last SMMA of 2012. Have a nice holiday, friends.

Audio

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 15:25:36 -0600

postcardsfromamerica: Mark Power (Un)welcome sign. Near La...

Tue, 04 Dec 2012 19:50:07 -0600

postcardsfromamerica:

Mark Power

(Un)welcome sign. Near La Belle, Florida.

thekidshouldseethis: Reincarnation, an animation from Japanese...

Sat, 01 Dec 2012 01:01:35 -0600

thekidshouldseethis:

Reincarnation, an animation from Japanese illustrator Chie Miyazaki.

via Youngna.

Related watching: USAWALTZ by Asami Ike.

thekidshouldseethis: “Throwing” a bowl on the pottery wheel...

Thu, 29 Nov 2012 11:27:32 -0600

thekidshouldseethis:

“Throwing” a bowl on the pottery wheel from start to finish. Part 2 here.

Riddings Pottery, located in Derbyshire UK, is where John Rivers makes his own clay from a local coal seam, and then handmakes goblets, bowls, mugs, vases and other pieces that he hopes to have long lives of use. The co-curator was fascinated with this video, as well as the one about John making goblets.

Carly and Martin, community artists who make films, have made more videos about Riddings Pottery; this one is a good introduction.

Listen to Lady of the Ark by GASHCAT.

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 19:40:12 -0600

Listen to Lady of the Ark by GASHCAT.

west coast trail, the day we had a table.

Sat, 17 Nov 2012 00:28:46 -0600

west coast trail, the day we had a table.

noahkalina: SOHN - The Wheel

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 13:11:41 -0600

noahkalina:

SOHN - The Wheel

vsw: Peacock from the Visual Studies Workshop Lantern Slide...

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 15:47:40 -0600

vsw:

Peacock

from the Visual Studies Workshop Lantern Slide Collection

www.vsw.org

jennilee: Letter to a Young Artist by Stephen Shore (Continue...

Mon, 29 Oct 2012 23:56:43 -0600

jennilee:

Letter to a Young Artist by Stephen Shore

(Continue here)

Waking, head covered by feather duvet. A rare sleep all the way through. Creating stories that...

Sat, 27 Oct 2012 14:42:00 -0600

Waking, head covered by feather duvet. A rare sleep all the way through. Creating stories that terror thoughts. Anxiety produced. Manufacturing a state. Spending too many. There exists a new, it was likely always a thing. Too far, believable, pushed away, happened previously. Not connected. Train: New vision, fresh need. Shaky mixed with purposeful. Slow reaction harboured and hidden. Simultaneous hate and hope for own thoughts. Coffee cup jostled and grabbed, brought to mouth, slurp, and wipe mouth with back of hand. The sight of a two year old who views stars and birds and organizes objects into unknowable patterns. (London, February 2010.)

Glass, glass. Light on wet streets: the darkness. Accumulation into lakes at corners and the long...

Sat, 27 Oct 2012 14:33:00 -0600

Glass, glass. Light on wet streets: the darkness. Accumulation into lakes at corners and the long jump required resulting in balletic jumps in x shapes. Whiskey: hot. Arrivals and leave taking. No certainty for the evening. (Ten bells, London, February 2010.)

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Tue, 23 Oct 2012 22:20:30 -0600

howmanyareinspace:

3 on the ISS & 3 on a Soyuz rocket with 32 fish