El Biblio-Burro. Es una iniciativa de un maestro (en mayúsculas), que se llama Luis Soriano Borges, que recorre los pueblos más escondidos de Colombia para enseñar los libros a los niños. El burro se llama Beto y la burra Alfa.
The Biblio-Donkey. This is an initiative by a teacher named Luis Soriano Borges, who travels through the most distant and hidden villages of Colombia to bring books to children. The male donkey is named Beto and the female is Alfa.
The Biblio-Burro! I love all mobile libraries, and used to wish I lived in a more rural area every time I saw my hometown county library’s Bookmobile parked near the Civic Center when I was a kid.
This is incredible. More on Boing Boing.
To Happiness
If you’re not approaching, I hope at least
You’re off to comfort someone who needs you more,
Not lost wandering aimlessly
Or drawn to the shelter of well-lit rooms
Where people assume you’ve arrived already.
If you’re coming this way, send me the details—
The name of the ship, the port it leaves from—
So I can be down on the dock to help you
Unload your valises, your trunks and boxes
And stow them in the big van I’ll have rented.
I’d like this to be no weekend stay
Where a single change of clothes is sufficient.
Bring clothes for all seasons, enough to fill a closet;
And instead of a single book for the bedside table
Bring boxes of all your favorites.
I’ll be eager to clear half my shelves to make room,
Eager to read any titles you recommend.
If we’ve many in common, feel free to suggest
They prove my disposition isn’t to blame
For your long absence, just some problems of attitude,
A few bad habits you’ll help me set to one side.
We can start at dinner, which you’re welcome
To cook for us while I sweep and straighten
And set the table. Then light the candles
You’ve brought from afar for the occasion.
Light them and fill the room I supposed I knew
With a glow that shows me I was mistaken.
Then help me decide if I’m still the person I was
Or someone else, someone who always believed in you
And imagined no good reasons for your delay.
-Carl Dennis
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Week of April 19, 2012
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): A starfish that loses an arm can grow back a new one. It’s an expert regenerator. According to my understanding of the astrological omens, you are entering a starfish-like phase of your cycle. Far more than usual, you’ll be able to recover parts of you that got lost and reanimate parts of you that fell dormant. For the foreseeable future, your words of power are “rejuvenate,” “restore,” “reawaken,” and “revive.” If you concentrate really hard and fill yourself with the light of the spiritual sun, you might even be able to perform a kind of resurrection.
A Thousand Words
Left hand cradles the camera body and right hand guides the lens. Left finger slides the focus up and back, honing its sharpness. Right fingertip feathers the shutter button, biding its release. Left eye closes. Right eye composes. Now. Light caresses film and I’ve captured a moment in time. I am a chronicler of moments. And even a thousand frames later, I still seek those rare and random revelations exposed in an instant of honesty. The search is long and sometimes barren. But with patience and perception, the camera now leads me to a beauty I once overlooked.
I first sought Truth and Beauty through the landscapes of my youth. Pine silhouettes framed the sunrise glass of Lake Tahoe. Cactus sentinels guarded the oven of Death’s Valley. I studied the majestic stillness and then shot. I liked the results. Others did too. Arrangement, simplicity and balance blended well. And yet I found my pictures lacking. While the composition seemed complete, the image delivered little impact. I turned my sight to action.
Race cars and rodeos fueled my search for beauty’s door. High-speed shutters froze the flight of both horse flesh and steel. Rapid-fire frames chased a sequence blurred in passing, each snap an opportunity to seize magnificence in motion. Often I did just that. And still, I sensed that the riots of propulsion were not enough. I looked again and the heart-sought beauty eventually appeared. I had arrived not in the action, but in the reaction to life.
A rainbow’s beauty comes not from its color but from the first discovery of its existence. The wonder and surprise found in the face of a child’s first circus tells all without uttering a sound. The warm dawning of a lover’s smile offers volumes from a heart that needs no voice. Still-life scenery and non-stop deeds pale in comparison. After years of looking elsewhere, I find the beauty here—widened eyes, curving lips, subtle clues to timeless truths.
I am a chronicler of moments. With camera in hand and my heart for an eye, I trace the outlines of beauty in film. Each picture reveals a lifetime of detail.
— Jeff Brace
