Oh dear, busy 2013. Busy, busy. Children boating and flying past fires and floods, as they do. (Yes, mine. It astounds me.)
But I did find these fine things recently:
According to Maud, this lady is the Flannery O'Connor of the internet age.
Everyone needs to know how to do this. Yes, you! From Pat Grant.
Patti Smith sings William Blake. From Jacket2.
Via things magazine: what happens when you photograph a car on fire, asks J.M. Colberg?
The act of photographing, the gesture, has become part of our interaction with the world. You photograph just like you look. You know that you can never look at all of those photographs again (in all likelihood you never will - who has the time?), but it’s not about the photographs - it’s about the photographing. The act of photography might have turned into the equivalent of whistling a song, something you do, something that might or might not have beauty, a communicative act just as much as an affirmative act: I was there, and me being there means I had to photograph it.
And from Jessamyn West, a link to a NYT discussion, "Do We Still Need Libraries?"
(Crossposted at Mulberry Road.)