#Ephemerality
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tanyaluca · 1 month ago
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Ephemerality…
Tanya Luca
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merelymatt · 5 months ago
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What do you MEAN there isn't a London Tide album. Not a cast recording not PJ Harvey sings the songs album. What do you MEAN I can't even find evidence of a PLAN to make or release one. What do you MEAN my fragile already-degrading memory of those songs is all I'll have of them. I want to rotate those songs until I can bridge the gulfs of those intervals with my mind. They were surely not written to be heard just the once.
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darkdeceptions · 10 months ago
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APARTMENTS PART 3 AND 4 (VALENTINES DAY) --------------------------------------- ROBLOX LINK: https://www.roblox.com/groups/16512018/EPHEMERALITY#!/about ARTIST TWITTER: https://x.com/Easynametorem?t=R_BJhGUximXEkStNqNB5SA&s=09
DISCORD LINK: https://discord.gg/ECq7AP7ssD
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philosophybitmaps · 5 months ago
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eznametoremm · 9 months ago
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Twitter banner I made :P
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digitalnewberry · 1 year ago
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Mapping Movement movement
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DH sustainability has increasingly become a hot-button issue for those of us stuck tasked with maintaining legacy websites. In a special issue on "Project Resiliency in the Digital Humanities", the editors of DH Quarterly summarize how we got here:
...DH grant funding is disproportionately awarded to new and shiny digital technologies and tools rather than to disciplinary scholarship implemented and published with standard digital tools. Almost no funding is available for maintenance, remediation, upgrading, and remaking, even though technological frameworks will have changed considerably in a five-year funding cycle. The result is a huge maintenance burden for project leads and developers and/or a hosting and storage problem for institutions.
Or, to describe DH sustainability challenges even more succinctly: "Academics Retire and Servers Die".
Case in point: the Newberry's Mapping Movement website. When the web development process kicked off in 2010, the Newberry had no digital infrastructure to speak of, so we needed to partner with a university in possession of a well-resourced IT department. Fast-forward to several years ago, when that university declined to continue hosting our project. Although the Newberry of 2023 is much better positioned to build and maintain websites, we are not now and never will be in a position to learn Drupal, the platform used by the original developers, so the site got mothballed.
Fast forward to today: it's back! And better than ever, if we do say so ourselves. Below, Newberry Digital Librarian & Web Developer Nick White explains the thinking behind his redesign of the site.
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Mapping Movement Rebuild. It was the goal of the original design of Mapping Movement to feel like you were reading a book. When we began making plans for our rebuild at the end of 2022, we took this notion as our north star, returning to it to orient ourselves in our redesign. While we did end up throwing out most of the map, we continually returned to that idea when we became lost. The user experience of a physical book is something we've been missing ever since digital interfaces started to replace them. Their texture of the pages, the feel of their heft, their ...floppiness? (You know how some books just fall open, and some seem to complain every time the cover is lifted? That.) The way you can hold your place with a finger to jump back to find some detail you want to reconsider, or to go to the end to see if your hunch about the murderer is correct - or, as in the case of books about maps: to the familiar section of bright white page edges amid the beige - the plates, the high quality representations of the maps - and how easily we could return to where we left off. Having, literally, left something of ourselves there, we never feel like our sense of place has been lost. That strong sense of place of a physical book is something digital interfaces lack. Every time you click a link, we are sent to a new space; taken as a whole, the frequency with which we traverse through these minor spaces drains them of a sense of place... Read the full essay at our GitHub account
–Jen Wolfe, Digital Scholarship and Outreach Librarian
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corvianbard · 10 months ago
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#6011
In beauty, She found ephemerality Of the quality.
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crustaceansingles · 11 months ago
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Ah, yes...
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huong1952 · 2 years ago
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James Wiens - Before The Opera Blue
https://fineartamerica.com/art/paintings/blue+dress
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runawaycarouselhorse · 2 years ago
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I can't believei it took all of one aesthetic post on tumblr of a pink Nintendo 3DS decorated with glittery, bubbly/3D Hello Kitty stickers to overcome years of fearing to ever actually use and "waste" stickers (until a rare few lost their ability to stick to things in general.)
Anyway, I used my strawberry stickers to decorate my laptop, because why not. Even if it wasn't the brand I wanted (I was triiiicked, I actually really hate this shady company and wanted another, but, oh, well), might as well make the best of things! It can still look cute and in a totally unique and inexpensive way, too.
I want to buy more stickers later to decorate it even more! ;3;
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tanyaluca · 1 year ago
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October Gift…
Tanya Luca
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everdeenxmellark · 2 years ago
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the two-headed calf
tomorrow,
when the farm boys find this freak of nature,
they will wrap his body in newspaper,
and carry him to the museum.
but tonight he is alive,
and in the north field with his mother.
it is a perfect summer evening:
the moon rising over the orchard,
the wind in the grass.
and as he stares into the sky,
there are twice as many stars as usual.
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darkdeceptions · 10 months ago
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APARTMENTS PART 1 AND 2 --------------------------------------- ROBLOX LINK: https://www.roblox.com/groups/16512018/EPHEMERALITY#!/about ARTIST TWITTER: https://x.com/Easynametorem?t=R_BJhGUximXEkStNqNB5SA&s=09
DISCORD LINK: https://discord.gg/ECq7AP7ssD
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runawaycarouselhorse · 1 year ago
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There's a special chapter of BLEACH about Hitsugaya's birthday (just a random and made-up date, because no one in the Rukongai really knows their birthday...), where he compares the lives of people who meet, then inevitably go their own ways, growing further and further apart, to fireworks.
"Then, even if that time comes, let's not disappear like a firework, and continue to shine forever."
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It might be a small thing, but it's a comforting thought, for all those transient connections in life. Embrace it in its transience, everything is fading and dying, but it's still beautiful while it lasts, and wish them well. No one grudges the rose for its short life or thinks the world would have been better should it never have existed.
I'd gotten clingier, more insecure and bitter, in later years, but I think I'll go back to this. Let connections be what they are, even if they might be temporary, appreciate them for what they are, and wish them well even after they leave.
been thinking a lot about anticipatory grief lately. i love you so much that i know losing you will devastate me. i haven't lost you yet but i already miss you. we still have time, but it won't be enough. i think about what i would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause i need you to know how loved you are before you go. you will go where i cannot follow, but you will never really leave me. it won't make it hurt less but it is a part of healing somehow.
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eznametoremm · 9 months ago
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lovely dovey things
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wickedzeevyln · 5 days ago
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Glass
Knew some folks gazing at the rear-view mirror, the town behind them crumbling into dust, bones of the sky coated with boredom and rust, and sunset dangling on a string RSVP them to the dusk. Faces smeared on the mirror growing cold, glued sticks swaying to songs croaking under a needle. Shrieking, wailing, and keening lamentations. Like all, in time, we prism out light from the sun. Underneath…
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