laurenmanning: “Elusive New York House Numbers”New York Times, 1929 http://www.scribd.com/doc/28403013/Missing-Building-Numbers-1929-Edition View high resolution

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“Elusive New York House Numbers”New York Times, 1929

http://www.scribd.com/doc/28403013/Missing-Building-Numbers-1929-Edition

(Reblogged from laurenmanning)

I Get Along Without You Very Well by Hoagy Carmichael

I get along without you very well
Of course, I do
Except when soft rains fall
And drip from leaves
Then I recall
The thrill of being sheltered in your arms
Of course, I do
But I get along without you very well

I’ve forgotten you just like I should
Of course, I have
Except to hear your name
Or someone’s laugh that is the same
But I’ve forgotten you just like I should

What a guy
What a fool am I
To think my breaking heart
Could kid the moon
What’s in store
Should I phone once more
No, it’s best that I stick to my tune

I get along without you very well
Of course, I do
Except perhaps in Spring
But I should never think of Spring
For that would surely break my heart in two

What’s in store
Should I phone once more
No, it’s best that I stick to my tune

I get along without you very well
Of course, I do
Except perhaps in Spring
But I should never think of Spring
For that would surely break my heart in two

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Each neighborhood has a certain kind of character that is a result of the layers of activity and kinds of people that have inhabited it through time. Many times traces can be found in the physical environment that can directly inform us about it’s past. The varying styles of architecture on a certain block can tell us about the history of that specific area of a neighborhood. You can tell a building has seen many years by the traces found on it’s weathered skin, worn out steps, or even clues given away by old building codes that no longer apply to the present.
Veronica Acosta (via laurenmanning)
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‎”I never felt like I was planning as I went along.. Yet I find myself very much where I want to be. So it’s interesting to think that the little choices.. That we all sort of have this compass in ourselves, sort of pushing us in the right direction, and the little choices that we didn’t even know would matter.. The choices that feel instinctual and tiny and basic are the things that are setting us up to sort of have the life that we want to have..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gmyRrP1U50

Turf; The Neighbors Rally Round the Mayor of Bedford Street - New York Times

what a neighborhood in should be like. we’re all here alone - but we’re all here. might as well take care of each other.

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mi happiness is heart shaped
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You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
and the next five years trying to be with your friends again
FRANZ FERDINAND LYRICS - All My Friends

Intrinsic Motivation and Self-Determination in Human Behavior - Edward L. Deci, Richard M. Ryan - Google Books

Phenomenological Insights in Mood and Mood-Related Consumer Behaviors by Jacqueline J. Kacen

Phenomenological Theories of Personality

30 Must-See Shows in 2013, From El Anatsui in Brooklyn to David Bowie at the V&A | Artinfo

Videos about spacial recall

http://www.vevo.com/watch/miranda-lambert/the-house-that-built-me/USGQ41000002

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No two voices are alike. No event is ever the same. Each intersection in this project is both made and found. All making is an act of attention and attention is an act of recognition and recognition is the something happening that is thought itself. As a bird whose outstretched wings momentarily catch the light and change thought’s course, we attend the presence of the tactile and perhaps most importantly—we attend to each other. If on a swing, we are alone, we are together in a field. This condition of the social is the event of a thread. Our crossings with its motions, sounds, and textures is its weaving; is a social act.

— Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton Studio
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I can remember the feeling of swinging—how hard we would work for those split seconds, flung at furthest extension, just before the inevitable downward and backward pull, when we felt momentarily free of gravity, a little hiccup of suspension when our hands loosened on the chain and our torsos raised off the seat. We were sailing, so inside the motion—time stopped—and then suddenly rushed again toward us. We would line up on the playground and try to touch the sky, alone together.
Ann Hamilton Studio