I then came up with a new idea to do a meta-book type of design, where I laid a piracy reference over a faux old book. The chain didn’t work because it reinforced the nautical sense of the word piracy and the CD was wrong because it’s already anachronistic and too specifically tied to music piracy. But this idea of superimposing something on top of a faux old book ended up being important.
What’s Up With That: Why It’s So Hard to Catch Your Own Typos
This explains why your readers are more likely to pick up on your errors. Even if you are using words and concepts that they are also familiar with, their brains are on this journey for the first time, so they are paying more attention to the details along the way and not anticipating the final destination. Continue reading →
I met Edwige at an ashram in upstate New York in 1988, where she’d been living for a year — being clean, being happy. She was, of course, the person assigned to welcoming guests, sharing the house rules. Doing the door, in other words. She became my beloved, my guru, my frustration and joy, for the next five years in New York, then Seattle and Miami Beach. We went to India together for four months, too. Our breakup was just a jolt in the road — I have held close to her great heart for more than half my life. Her greatest grace? She loved fiercely and without fear. Edwige could cross a border like nobody else: high-low, fashion-street, church-ashram. Her two career aspirations as a child? Nun and race-car driver.
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Empire Magazine held a photoshop contest and asked its readers to mash-up David Bowie with recognizable movie posters. The majority of the submissions were bad photoshop jobs, but some were really funny and quite clever. Here are a few that made me smile.
Omg, there is So much on my mind, about my Life,
my Journey,with all of you my Beloved Companions,
every step I took on this hard, shining, storming,
amazing road, was with one or more of you by my side.
I have to also recognize FB for making this Virtual Reunion possible.
We’ve lost so many of our peers and dear ones already, it feel(s)
incredibly comforting to feel that even aging far away,
Love feels the same. I Thanks You All my Dear, Dear Ones.
My Gratitude, my Love, my Faith will always
be with you. On your sleeve, or deep in your heart.
I have no real idea what this Life of mine was about,
except for the Oneness of being with each and everyone.
Note: And that folks sums up what it was like to meet her, get to know her beautiful spirit and spend even a few minutes with her. They do not come along often in life, but when they do, grab on take hold, and cherish it. “Love Feels the Same”
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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