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Vernadsky National Library of Ukraine, Kyiv

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The holdings of the Vernadsky National Library include large collections of manuscripts, rare printed books and incunabula. The library has the most complete collection of Slavic writing, including the Peresopnytsia Gospels, one of the most intricate surviving East Slavic manuscripts.

The Vernadsky National Library of Ukraine is the world's foremost repository of Jewish folk music recorded on Edison wax cylinders. Many of these were field recordings made during the Soviet or pre-Soviet era by ethnologists such as Susman Kiselgof, Moisei Beregovsky, and Sofia Magid. Their Collection of Jewish Musical Folklore (1912–1947) was inscribed on UNESCO's Memory of the World Register in 2005.  ~  Wikipedia

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Things look not good. Not good at all.

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Swallow tailed cardinalfish (Verulux cypselurus)

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Robert Clark
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This Mortal Soul

This Mortal Soul - Song to the Siren

Mauna Kea? (No. 3)
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[ed. Hard to tell from the backward angle. One of my all-time favorite courses.]

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Daniel Hsu

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California State Route 190 near Death Valley National Park.
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Domenica Anita Niehoff (1945-2009), with Günter Zint (known for his Star Club work). 

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Turn Yourself Into A 1985 Photo

[ed. Because everybody must have a secret urge to look like a Miami Vice character. Since this video is mostly about writing better prompts, see also: this link (not video) for travel planning.]

Loren Holmes, Alaska pollock trawl fishery (ADN)
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Carly Simon and James Taylor
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[ed. Everybody had the hots for Carly back then (and Linda Rondstadt). She actually came from a very wealthy family; you've heard of the publishing company Simon and Schuster? When she was young she thought her dad made shoes for a living (Shoe-ster). Hahaha...]

The Unique Horrors of A.I. Food Slop

The Unique Horrors of A.I. Food Slop (New Yorker)

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The next frontier of food imagery has proven far less appealing than whatever food porn was. From Minneapolis to Hexentanzplatz, restaurants are plastering menus and promotional materials with A.I.-generated renditions of shrimp scampi and quiche, chicken nuggets and burritos, Italian subs and bacon, egg, and cheeses. Anyone with even the mildest case of trypophobia—the sense of revulsion from tiny clusters and holes—should avert their eyes. A nauseating, nightmarish quality defines A.I.’s insectified interpretation of human cuisine, as if food were just another surrealist goo to stochastically iterate upon. This may explain the categorical outrage over this latest misuse of generative A.I.: such renderings of food—genuinely, slop—offend the materiality of the living in a way that A.I.’s distortions of words and other inanimate objects somehow do not. These images violate science; they mock life itself. It is Barthes’ conception of ornamental cookery infested with maggots; it is the Food Network, aired from hell.