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Iced Drinks Sandwiches and Coffee Dog

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Iced Drinks Sandwiches and Coffee Dog

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Sunset Magazine, April 1935

Sunset Magazine, April 1935

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The Moleskine Cahier Pocket Notebook in black is my favorite writing tool for the office. Its heavy cardboard cover does not curl up after intensive use, it lies flat when open, the 5x8 inch size is small without being precious and, crucially, it comes in a ruled paper option (I don’t care for blank or graph paper notebooks.) Other appealing features include a few perforated pages for easy tear out and a flap in the back cover, handy for tucking in a couple of business cards.

The Moleskine Cahier Pocket Notebook in black is my favorite writing tool for the office. Its heavy cardboard cover does not curl up after intensive use, it lies flat when open, the 5x8 inch size is small without being precious and, crucially, it comes in a ruled paper option (I don’t care for blank or graph paper notebooks.) Other appealing features include a few perforated pages for easy tear out and a flap in the back cover, handy for tucking in a couple of business cards.

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Wheatfield – A Confrontation: Battery Park Landfill, Downtown Manhattan, 1982 — Agnes Denes

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Wheatfield – A Confrontation: Battery Park Landfill, Downtown Manhattan, 1982 — Agnes Denes

(via grand-fantasy)

"The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?
I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength
And impulse, having dipped a finger length
And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
A flower to try its currents where they crossed.
The meadow grass could be cemented down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Is water wood to serve a brook the same?
How else dispose of an immortal force
No longer needed? Staunch it at its source
With cinder loads dumped down? The brook was thrown
Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone
In fetid darkness still to live and run —
And all for nothing it had ever done
Except forget to go in fear perhaps.
No one would know except for ancient maps
That such a brook ran water. But I wonder
If from its being kept forever under,
The thoughts may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep."

- A Brook In The City by Robert Frost, born this day in 1874

Lawrence in Two Lights, Fairfield Porter, 1963

Lawrence in Two Lights, Fairfield Porter, 1963

Charge your iPhone with fire.

Charge your iPhone with fire.