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The city of Boston is soon going to receive one of the most awesome statues we’ve ever seen. After a lengthy review process, professional sculptor Stefanie Rocknak has just been chosen to create a sculpture honoring Edgar Allan Poe, one of literature’s most unforgettable and influential authors and poets. Rocknak was selected from a field of 266 artist from 42 states and 13 countries, each of whom submitted proposals for the Edgar Allan Poe Square Public Art Project.

Rocknak’s appropriately dramatic and haunting sculpture will be called Poe Returning to Boston:

“I propose to cast a life-size figure of Poe in bronze. Just off the train, the figure would be walking south towards his place of birth, where his mother and father once lived. Poe, with a trunk full of ideas—and worldwide success—is finally coming home.”

"His expression is complex. He is determined and his stride is decisive. His face reflects a mixture of pain, anger and sadness, and from some angles, a subtle sense of hope. As he walks towards Carver Street, he openly dismisses what is behind him with his left hand; the Frogpondians to the north. Boston is not claiming Poe, Poe is claiming Boston. To punctuate this, he leaves a literal paper trail behind him. He has not only left his mark on the world, he has left it on the city of his birth. His ideas are jumping off the page and cascading out of his trunk; a heart lies just behind him, and an oversized Raven explodes to the south. The Raven, which has become symbolic of Poe’s brooding creative spirit, visually reflects Poe; his coat mimics the raven’s wing, and, like a bird, Poe is slightly pigeon-toed. They are one, heading up-wind towards their final resting place."

The photos seen here show the final design model, which was made of clay. The real Poe Returning to Boston will be unveiled on October 4, 2014, three days before the 165th anniversary of Poe’s untimely death. Poe and his raven will haunt the corner of Boylston Street and Charles Street South, a location dubbed Edgar Allan Poe Square during bicentennial celebrations in 2009, just two blocks north of the writer’s actual birthplace.

As lifelong fans of Poe, we’re both thrilled and a little envious. We’ll simply have to add this to our sightseeing list the next time we’re in Boston.

[via My Modern Metropolis]

It’s wrong to plan a trip to Boston just to take a selfie with this, isn’t it?


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~ Friday, March 28 ~
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QUINT: There’s two bottles of Dom Pérignon. We had a third bottle, but we drank it … was it during Katrina? PETROFF: Irene? QUINT: We went to Popeye’s and got the biggest bucket of chicken we could buy, and then sat around and ate it with Dom Pérignon. It was actually pretty grand.
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~ Wednesday, February 19 ~
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newsweek:

OECD index of broadband bang for your buck. (via reddit)  
[Edit: If you’re one of the many who asked where the numbers come from.]


But no, go right ahead and let Comcast buy TWC. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

newsweek:

OECD index of broadband bang for your buck. (via reddit)  

[Edit: If you’re one of the many who asked where the numbers come from.]

But no, go right ahead and let Comcast buy TWC. Nothing could possibly go wrong.


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two hours after the release

thecodinglove:

/* by wez */

I’m not not saying this has happened.


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~ Friday, January 24 ~
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… aspirational purchasing (related to aspirational sharing), which means “I want to be the kind of person who buys this book,” which is less obnoxious than “I want to be seen reading this book” which is less bad than “I want to tell people I’m reading this book.” I mean not that I haven’t done all those things, so you know.
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~ Monday, January 20 ~
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But by far the most yawning chasm in the poem is the first one: What overwhelming question, Eliot? The candidate options, as I see it, are “What is the meaning of life?” and “Hey, so, would you maybe want to have dinner with me sometime?” Existential exposure, romantic embarrassment: Poor Prufrock, no wonder he trails off into that visual stutter.

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It’s easy to look back at a year of films and say that only the good films should have been made, but that’s like saying that venture capitalists should fund only the Twitters and Googles and not bother with anyone else. It just doesn’t work that way.
Tim Wu explains why we need so many indie films: http://nyr.kr/1d6kJs6 (via newyorker)

Oh, but if venture capitalists could only fund blockbuster startups, that’s all they’d do.

(Source: newyorker.com)


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