Sidewalk Rating: Moist
He who walks down the street, over there, is immersed in the multiplicity of noises, murmurs, rhythms (including those of the body, but does he pay attention, except at the moment of crossing the street, when he has to calculate roughly the number of his steps?). By contrast, from the window, the noises distinguish themselves, the flows separate out, rhythms respond to one another. Towards the right, below, a traffic light. On red, cars as a standstill, the pedestrians cross, feeble murmurings, footsteps, confused voices. One does not chatter while crossing a dangerous junction under the threat of wild cats and elephants ready to charge forward, taxis, buses, lorries, various cars. Hence the relative silence in this crowd. A kind of soft murmuring, sometimes a cry, a call.[Henri Lefebvre, Rhythmanalysis.]
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| [The flooded Mississippi from the top of Saint Paul City Hall.] |
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As for Libertarian forums, I often find that I don’t get along with other bearers of my political stripe, particularly since the internet and conventions and rallies tend to draw out the most shrill members of any faction. It’s easier for me to be a libertarian if I don’t have to be around other libertarians all the time. Which is a pretty libertarian thing to say. And probably why we don’t organize well.
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A postcard can be fun to send or receive in the mail. In this digital day in age, it is easy to send a text message or email, but a handwritten postcard can feel much more personal since it requires the sender to find a nice postcard,...
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starting at 5 a.m. and going until 5 a.m. the next morning. We hear from the waitress who has worked the graveyard shift for over two decades, the regular customers who come every day, the couples working out their problems, various assorted drunks, and, of course, cops.
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In my mind I thought, “Good. They should be frightened. Frightened about the cold, hard truths I’m revealing about their most fundamental beliefs,” but out loud I simply kept screaming “capitalism” even louder than before and I also knocked over a big stack of paper cups.
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