buongiorno: I was looking for Dostoevsky’s once residence in Florence using street view, and came across this woman who appears to be fading into the city itself. I remember how many times I walked down that street going to and from the Boboli Gardens for class. Those were some of the later weeks of my stay, it was terribly hot walking down that street and my apartment felt so far away. It was mainly exhaustion at thinking of walking through the throngs of tourists and tourist attractions to get back to my temporary home. My companion had stressed how Dostoevsky’s works were brilliant, his words beautiful, and he was as excited about standing before the doorway of his old home as any other person might be excited about meeting their favorite musician or current role model. Once we were in the area and bought fresh coconut slices, which I had never tasted before. It was such a slow and refreshing thing to eat, it felt delicate and the soft flavor was complex, both nutty and sweet. I get absorbed staring at this half faded woman and glance outside of my window, wondering how long it would take me to get back to that street. Ah, but wait, I have daydreamed so considerably that I thought I was back there (and I want to write “home” instead of “there” so badly). I think something about the light in my place, and living on a historic street near a park reminds me greatly of Florence. It is quaint, quiet, the streets and sidewalks are uneven because of their age, and there is a nice presence of vegetation and fragrant smells. My subway stop has mosaics of angels in it, they hold trumpets, and they are either sending me off or calling me home. I wish it wasn’t so hot. I want to go and purchase a new book and spend a long time with it in the park now. Since moving here, I have been not only able to read a good deal, but eager to read a good deal. I haven’t been sleeping well at all, but maybe the acquisition of a reading light would help. I know I passed a book shop on the way home yesterday… View high resolution

buongiorno:

I was looking for Dostoevsky’s once residence in Florence using street view, and came across this woman who appears to be fading into the city itself. I remember how many times I walked down that street going to and from the Boboli Gardens for class. Those were some of the later weeks of my stay, it was terribly hot walking down that street and my apartment felt so far away. It was mainly exhaustion at thinking of walking through the throngs of tourists and tourist attractions to get back to my temporary home. My companion had stressed how Dostoevsky’s works were brilliant, his words beautiful, and he was as excited about standing before the doorway of his old home as any other person might be excited about meeting their favorite musician or current role model. Once we were in the area and bought fresh coconut slices, which I had never tasted before. It was such a slow and refreshing thing to eat, it felt delicate and the soft flavor was complex, both nutty and sweet.

I get absorbed staring at this half faded woman and glance outside of my window, wondering how long it would take me to get back to that street. Ah, but wait, I have daydreamed so considerably that I thought I was back there (and I want to write “home” instead of “there” so badly). I think something about the light in my place, and living on a historic street near a park reminds me greatly of Florence. It is quaint, quiet, the streets and sidewalks are uneven because of their age, and there is a nice presence of vegetation and fragrant smells. My subway stop has mosaics of angels in it, they hold trumpets, and they are either sending me off or calling me home. I wish it wasn’t so hot. I want to go and purchase a new book and spend a long time with it in the park now.

Since moving here, I have been not only able to read a good deal, but eager to read a good deal. I haven’t been sleeping well at all, but maybe the acquisition of a reading light would help. I know I passed a book shop on the way home yesterday…

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qiring: DVICE - Travel to 8 of the geekiest places on Earth using Google Street View View high resolution

qiring:

DVICE - Travel to 8 of the geekiest places on Earth using Google Street View
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fuckyeahgooglesearch: google kept driving View high resolution

fuckyeahgooglesearch:

google kept driving
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athensmusicandarts: An incredibly intriguing project, this documentation of screen captures from Google Street View, complete with an essay by Canadian artist Jon Rafman, offers us insights such as this: It was tempting to see the images as a neutral and privileged representation of reality—as though the Street Views, wrenched from any social context other than geospatial contiguity, were able to perform true docu-photography, capturing fragments of reality stripped of all cultural intentions. and Isn’t it appropriate that Google hides our identities? Do I not often see my neighbor’s face as an indistinct blur? I was sure someone had done this before me, I just hadn’t found their work yet.  Now I know…fortunately I don’t have a lot invested in this.

athensmusicandarts:

An incredibly intriguing project, this documentation of screen captures from Google Street View, complete with an essay by Canadian artist Jon Rafman, offers us insights such as this:

It was tempting to see the images as a neutral and privileged representation of reality—as though the Street Views, wrenched from any social context other than geospatial contiguity, were able to perform true docu-photography, capturing fragments of reality stripped of all cultural intentions.

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Isn’t it appropriate that Google hides our identities? Do I not often see my neighbor’s face as an indistinct blur?

I was sure someone had done this before me, I just hadn’t found their work yet.  Now I know…fortunately I don’t have a lot invested in this.

(Reblogged from athensmusicandarts)
24hourpartypooper: I love Google maps’ street view. I find stuff like this all the time and am going to start adding more of it here. View high resolution

24hourpartypooper:

I love Google maps’ street view. I find stuff like this all the time and am going to start adding more of it here.
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Enchanted Highway, Part 5: That’s one big dad-gum grasshopper. View high resolution

Enchanted Highway, Part 5: That’s one big dad-gum grasshopper.

Pumpkintown, SC: The big ass (literally) chair by the Pumpkintown Mountain Opry (don’t miss it!) wants you to know that there are new homes for sale! View high resolution

Pumpkintown, SC: The big ass (literally) chair by the Pumpkintown Mountain Opry (don’t miss it!) wants you to know that there are new homes for sale!

Enchanted Highway, Part 4: turns out,  those are supposed to be fish swimming underwater (represented by the blue line).  I guess you had to be there? View high resolution

Enchanted Highway, Part 4: turns out,  those are supposed to be fish swimming underwater (represented by the blue line).  I guess you had to be there?

Thanks to Drew Toothpaste for this.  Steve Albini was standing outside when the Street View mobile drove by his Electrical Audio studios in Chicago.  Rad. View high resolution

Thanks to Drew Toothpaste for this.  Steve Albini was standing outside when the Street View mobile drove by his Electrical Audio studios in Chicago.  Rad.

Enchanted Highway, Part 3: Reginald, you’re gon’ need a bigger shotgun… View high resolution

Enchanted Highway, Part 3: Reginald, you’re gon’ need a bigger shotgun…