Adrian’s Microblog

“The award-winning author-illustrator–a former architect and junior high school teacher–is perfectly poised to be the Great Explainer of the whirrings and whizzings of the world of machines, a talent that landed the 1988 version of The Way Things Work on the New York Times bestsellers list for 50 weeks. Grouping machines together by the principles that govern their actions rather than by their uses, Macaulay helps us understand in a heavily visual, humorous, unerringly precise way what gadgets such as a toilet, a carburetor, and a fire extinguisher have in common.”

This looks really neat, and interesting to both adults and kids alike.

The New The Way Things Work, by David Macaulay.

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If it smells like salad and tastes like salad, there’s still a good chance it’s an organic vegan chocolate chip cookie. — Andy Marsolais…good food for thought ;)

This Guy Writes a Confession Letter to His Daughter with Down Syndrome That Will Break Your Heart in 100 Ways – FaithIt.com

“Death by Living”Haven’t looked at this book yet, but the trailer sure caught my attention.

hilker:

sds:

You did not choose where to set your feet in time; you choose where to set them next.

“What’s the point of the whole Bible?” “Kill the dragon, get the girl.”

Looking forward to this book.

Okay, so I’m still on a Pentatonix kick – now enjoying their cover of “Dog Days Are Over” by Florence & The Machines. Highly recommend you check it out! (singing starts around 1:30) (via mrduckbear11)

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layervault:

I’m very excited to talk about a technique that we’ve started using at LayerVault. We call it Progressive Reduction.

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Happiness is not a destination, it’s a method of travel. — St. John of the Cross

ayjay:

My friend Captain David Ryan, of Sailing Montauk, has many opportunities to take pictures, and as an amazingly talented photographer he can take full advantage of them. I love this one. Do please click to enlarge.

Beautiful… :)

sds:

A Man Who Has Saved 1,000 Babies For more info, see WhoWillStand.net.

Lord, open our eyes and hearts…

Okay, so I can’t stop hitting repeat on this vid: Pentatonix sings their arrangement of “Video Killed the Radio Star” by The Buggles. (singing starts around 1:30)

Enjoy! :)

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Here we are…at the end of all things…and it’s finally come down to this:…it’s time to do laundry again. — yours truly ;)

swissmiss | Kindness

by yours truly

But this bombardment you’re talking about, that’s a choice you make. If you’re interested by a piece of music, you can miss the next twenty new pieces of music that’re fishing for your attention and just focus on that one. It’s really all right. You can just ignore all the big-ticket releases and focus on Jandek’s 9-disc solo piano set for half a year and that’s a totally valid decision. You can take a year to just listen to opera: that was me most of last year, opera and old Silkworm albums. Did I miss something? Maybe; who cares? What I had was not just fine but completely amazing, and I can catch up with anything I missed later, if I want to, and if I don’t, that’s cool too. Being on top of stuff, having an opinion about something when it’s new, this is just not a priority for me at all. Music is eternal, I don’t need to experience it as part of a news cycle. —

John Darnielle (via ayjay)

That last sentence.

When we are our own end, we are unfulfilled. Only when we are pointed to something bigger, do we feel our own worth. — thought that occurred to me

The Truth About Men, Women, Love, and Porn (In 2 minutes and 37 seconds)

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                                           Audrey Assad has a great talent.

Featured here, “Good to Me”, available as a single on iTunes.

Hope you enjoy, and thanks again sds for the share. :)

sds:

This.

Yeah, you know those montage scenes in the movies where the character undergoes a transformation?…yeah, there’s no nice soundtrack, it’s not smooth, and if it weren’t time-compressed on screen, it’d take a whole lot longer than the movie. — thought that occurred to me

There is a thread which runs through the world…

from the faintest flap of the moth, to the thunderous clap of the waterfall from the brightest ray of the sunshine, to the darkest shimmering of the night ocean in the painter’s brush, and the cellist’s bow in the quiet repose, in the aching soul

And I will praise Him still, creator of all wonder And I will praise Him still, in the midst of all its calamity

Though I be vexed by imperfection, to Him I owe my affection He still delights in what faint offering we have to give

And I will praise Him still