Dani Arribas-Bel Digital Land

Chicago morning

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April 2015

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Urban Cartography

Map the holes, gaps and crevices in your life

Examine their emotional tone—dark, light, coloured

Walk into the void

Perforate your everyday navigational maps

Embrace chance encounters

Your local-social fabric is restitched

And, as you map anew, move toward interdependence

Olafur Eliasson

Seen in Urban Cartography

The Ood

THE Ood are an odd bunch. Among the more enigmatic of the aliens regularly encountered in “Doctor Who”, a television series about a traveller in time and space, they are mostly silent—though sometimes given to song—and disconcertingly squid-like. What is more, evolution has equipped them with two brains—one in their heads, the other carried around in their hand.

“The truly personal computer”

The Economist. February 28th.

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Asimov

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Isaac Asimov
“Foundation and Empire” (1952)

Verano

En un mundo de plazos muy cortos y atenciones dispersas, escribir libros y leerlos son tareas de larga duración que regalan aquello mismo que exigen, ámbitos interiores de conciencia alerta y quietud.

A. Muñoz Molina

[Publicado en Babelia el 13 de Septiembre de 2014]

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Peter Hurd (1904-1984).
Amon Carter museum. Fort Worth, TX.

Quote from “The Bullring effect”

Those of us who have grown up in the city know that what is at Birmingham’s heart is not easily definable. It’s a quality that sits somewhere between eclecticism and incoherence, stubbornness and ambition, self-awareness and self-sacrifice. Oddly enough, the Bullring does seem to represent these qualities. Not in an easy-on-the-eye marketable fashion. Rather, in its mix of public and commercial interests, its reversal of the indoors, its potentially self-destructive approach to the markets and a fluctuating physical presence, the Bullring captures the city’s contradictions as lived by its inhabitants.

The Bullring effect. Chris Prendergrast.

Annie Dillard quote

I sip my coffee. I look at the mountain, which is still doing its tricks, as you look at a still-beautiful face belonging to a person who was once your lover in another country years ago: with fond nostalgia, and recognition, but no real feeling save a secret astonishment that you are now strangers. Thanks. For the memories.

Pilgrim at the Tinker Creek.