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WebUrbanist | Alternative Art, Dynamic Design, Visual Culture &. 2leep.com: Connecting Bloggers. Interactive Studio. Free and Useful Online Resources for Designers and Developers @ Blowing every time you move your teeth. Figured it was time to address this, as it hasn't calmed down like I thought it would, and because I want to be a part of a discussion that has pinpointed me specifically. The Bloggers vs. Editors! Thing is tired. If there was a real competition, editors wouldn't be willing to give bloggers press. Blogs and magazines are good for different things; it's like comparing apples with oranges. Collaboration, not competition. Always! This stuff about bloggers' voices no longer being honest and fresh?
And speaking of deciding they know the truth to something they can't back up, a journalist can't determine a designer's intentions in gifting a blogger something without actually asking them. If you give one [a negative review] to the work of a friend, and they're not your friend any more, they weren't ever your friend. Bloggers being negative = typical, snarky, no-life, Internet trolls.Bloggers being positive = only because they're too afraid to be mean, and they're suck-ups, and etc. Missed Connections. Inspire me now. Design*Sponge. LikeCOOL - Coolest Gadget Magazine. Liberal Art » A creative blog by Arthur Kegerreis on The Whole 9.
Shortly after I moved into my apartment a dozen years ago, I met an elderly woman named Maria who offered to sell me some plants. She was quite friendly, but moved at a pace much slower than my frenzied lifestyle, so I didn’t take the time to get to know her. A few years later, a termite infestation forced our temporary relocation during fumigation, and subsequently, I met her older brother Peter. I was moving a number of musical instruments, and he inquired if I was a composer; he’d like to have a poem he wrote set to music. I invited him in to my apartment and we began to chat about his story. Peter and Maria had been children in Budapest during the Nazi occupation, and were kept in hiding. Years after the war, while looking through an old “Life” magazine here in LA, Peter discovered a photo of a small boy with arms raised, rifles pointed at him by a group of Nazi soldiers. “What do Quakers believe?” I would make a monument of you and the world Who said nothing II. III.