Reblogged from We All Live In A Yellow Submarine
Desde mi ventana
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For urban areas, individual ownership of cars is wasteful. Most cars sit around all day, delivering no economic value to their owners. Surface parking is full of cars that don’t move. Streets are clogged with people circling neighborhoods while searching for parking. This is bad for the environment and bad for the quality of life of drivers, pedestrians, and residents. A micro-sharing model like Car2Go could fundamentally change that.
more.
Reblogged from The Smithian
Desde la cueva del Indio…
What Kind of Buddhist was Steve Jobs, Really? | NeuroTribes
As a young seeker in the ’70s, Jobs didn’t just dabble in Zen, appropriating its elliptical aesthetic as a kind of exotic cologne. He turns out to have been a serious, diligent practitioner who undertook lengthy meditation retreats at Tassajara — the first Zen monastery in America, located at the end of a twisting dirt road in the mountains above Carmel — spending weeks on end “facing the wall,” as Zen students say, to observe the activity of his own mind.
Reblogged from Minimal Mac
Kohberg (the largest manufacturer of bread in Denmark) for Danish Cancer Society’s annual event to fight breast cancer | Design by Envision
Reblogged from Emergent Futures Tumblelog
CRISIS MANAGEMENT Angela Merkel, Germany’s chancellor, and Nicolas Sarkozy, France’s president, give a press conference during a day of talks in Brussels.
Cuando grande quiero ser como ellos…
Reblogged from European Voice
“Historically, a story about people inside impressive buildings ignoring or even taunting people standing outside shouting at them turns out to be a story with an unhappy ending,” - Lemony Snicket, a member of the Occupy Writers movement.
Reblogged from Climate Adaptation
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Como en todo crimen, cada testigo tiene su versión de la historia y relata lo que para el es su verdad de los hechos. Pues sucede ante nosotros un crimen, nuestro mundo va en vertiginosa caída, y solo nos quedamos quietos y en silencio. No pretendo cambiar el mundo, ni iniciar la "revolución egipcia" desde aquí. Solo pretendo describir como se ve el mundo caer desde mi ventana.
