Archive for May, 2017

Live now: Watch Hillary Clinton from our Code Conference – Recode

Clinton will be interviewed by Kara Swisher and Walt Mossberg.

Source: Live now: Watch Hillary Clinton from our Code Conference – Recode

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New species of frog from the Neotropics carries its heart on its skin | EurekAlert! Science News

IMAGE: JUVENILE OF THE NEW GLASSFROG SPECIES (HYALINOBATRACHIUM YAKU) IN LIFE. view more 

CREDIT: ROSS MAYNARD

In the Neotropics, there is a whole group of so-called glassfrogs that amaze with their transparent skin covering their bellies and showing their organs underneath. A recently discovered new species from Amazonian Ecuador, however, goes a step further to fully expose its heart thanks to the transparent skin stretching all over its chest as well as tummy. The new amphibian is described in the open-access journal ZooKeys.

Source: New species of frog from the Neotropics carries its heart on its skin | EurekAlert! Science News

As Dakota Access Pipeline Leaks, Native Artists Examine Contested Landscapes

Detail of Nicholas Galanin, “God Complex” (2016), mixed materials, dimensions vary (courtesy Radiator Arts)

In My Country Tis of Thy People, You’re Dying, artists grapple with forcible resource extraction on indigenous lands.

Source: As Dakota Access Pipeline Leaks, Native Artists Examine Contested Landscapes

Mehmari / Laginha DUO – Um Choro Feliz (Laginha) – YouTube

Drawing Day 2017 | Art Matters

 

Vija Celmins, Big Sea II, 1969

Source: Drawing Day 2017 | Art Matters

Seeing the ordinary | Art Matters

Wassily Kandinsky, Blue Segment, 1921. Collection of the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York

 

“We don’t need to see anything out of the ordinary. We already see so much.” Robert Walser, “A Little Ramble.” 1914. Translation by Tom Whalen. Included in Girlfriends…

Source: Seeing the ordinary | Art Matters

haiku no. 243 | antantantantant

haiku no. 243

April 14, 2017

 

beneath the wisteria

a ruined garage

the startled dove

 

 

– Chris Gordon

1991

Source: haiku no. 243 | antantantantant