These were made a couple of years ago, but they’re still beautiful:
The campaign is for a treatment for Alzheimer’s.
More. [He also has a portfolio site under his own name-as-domain-name, but it’s dominated by a super-pokey Adobe Flash interface that makes it grim to navigate.]
I wanted to not like this, but then I watched the video, and I liked it.
Infrastructure from Doyle Partners.
Not exactly what the article is really about, but:
[E]very Sunday, we would drive over and I’d play around either at the farm proper or the home they had with a couple of acres. And they owned a Pomeranian dog.
First, this is a weird thing for a couple of farmers to own. I later learned that there is a link between old Eastern European folks and Pomeranians. They are very heavily owned by young Asian women and 70-year-old Eastern European dudes. I was in Ireland once and I was told a theory by a farmer there about farming with animals. If you have pigs or chickens or cows, you have to not get too attached to animals because they might get sick and you have to kill them, or if you’re raising a pig for slaughter, you have to kill it and feed it to people. So one of the things that farmers do is buy one spectacularly useless little dog. It’s like a Chomskyan release valve on a farm. That’s why these Irish farmers have little Jack Russell Terriers. They can pet them and love them and not have to worry about having to kill them. —Clive Thompson
They looked as if they were posing, like when a dad picks up a camera and says: OK, I’m going to make a picture. The lamb and the pig were especially brushed up, like perfect little models of what a lamb and a piglet might be, with their own almost self-conscious sense of being alert to the fact they were being photographed. The scratchy, dark bits of hedge in the foreground added a slightly bleak frame to it all. So I just leaned over the wall and took three shots. This is the third.
More about this photo at Jem Southam’s best shot.
Lovely exhibit of origami on clear sheets, to reveal skeletons, by Takayuki Hori. More, and explanation.
Also, it’s UK Pole-Dance Day, organized by the Equity Pole Dancers’ Working Party! Be careful out there.
Klaus Flugge: ‘I am immensely proud to be the recipient and owner of almost 100 envelopes from talented artists such as David McKee, Satoshi Kitamura, Tony Ross and others.
‘David McKee came across a book of illustrated envelopes entitled Letters to Georgio by the well known French artist Jean-Michel Folon which inspired him to start the collection. His first few envelopes were displayed in my office, and influenced other artists working for Andersen Press to do the same.’ —A publisher’s postbag – in pictures
We are our own worst witnesses in so many ways. Cognitive bias wraps a coat of many colors around our worst impulses, insulating us from the cold reality of how we look to others. Moreover, good deeds in public do not erase our private hatreds or contempt for others, although it is a step in the right direction, a way to honor a social contract.
“The reports surrounding my resignation as president-elect of the American College of Surgeons lead readers to conclude that I represent an old-guard generation that represses women in surgery,” Lazar Greenfield, MD, wrote in an email to MedPage Today and several other news organizations. “Since nothing could be further from the truth, I can no longer remain silent in an attempt to protect the organization.” —Surgeon Rejects Sexism Charge
This is a man who wrote a ha-ha-only-serious editorial that boils down to “gals think they like chocolate, but here’s something that’ll really cheer ’em up!”
I don’t actually care how he feels about women in the depths of his thoughts, but as titillating as it must have been to him to pen the piece de resistance at the end of that editorial, it junks [yes, I went there] any claim he might make of great sensitivity to women’s lives and experiences, no matter how many women he’s mentored and trained and treated respectfully in the hospital.
How tired are actual live women of being told there’s nothin’ wrong with them that gettin’ laid can’t cure? It’s classic, common or garden sexism. It’s a textbook example. Out for a drink with friends, it can easily be said ironically—or, in the hands of people with exceptional social aptitude and an excellent sense of humor, surrounded by sympathetic listeners, even unironically—and cause mirth to all. The editorial page of a publication by and for a society whose female members have struggled for respect and recognition is not the place.
Too long? Didn’t read? Memo to men in leadership positions—especially in traditionally male-dominated fields in which women have been treated with hostility and open lack of respect: Do not try this at work.
Rebecca Solnit on mansplanation:
Every woman knows what I’m talking about. It’s the presumption that makes it hard, at times, for any woman in any field; that keeps women from speaking up and from being heard when they dare; that crushes young women into silence by indicating, the way harassment on the street does, that this is not their world.