fragments (n): a collection of random pieces we have found that make 

us stop and think; may be the inspiration for our blogs and remixes


by Christy Jordan 

submitted by Pam Smith

#laughsonlaughsonlaughs by Crystal Beach 

#laughsonlaughsonlaughs

by Crystal Beach 

*art in the streets on a warm winter day [MIA version]* by Crystal Beach 

*art in the streets on a warm winter day [MIA version]*

by Crystal Beach 

salad spinner in motion and coming to rest

by Larry McCalla

This photo is a crack in the rock face in Enchanted Rock State Park near San Antonio. After making several attempts to climb up the rock face using the crack, my friends and I walked around the rock formation to look down at it from above. The change in perspective was strange. Everything looked different from up above.

by Caitlin Eley

by Dan Reynolds

Missing Woman

To a Passer-By

The street about me roared with a deafening sound
Tall, slender, in heavy mourning, majestic grief,
A woman passed, with a glittering hand
Raising, swinging the hem and flounces of her skirt;

Agile and graceful, her leg was like a statue's.
Tense as in a delirium, I drank
From her eyes, pale sky where tempests germinate,
The sweetness that enthralls and the pleasure that kills.

A lightning flash... then night! Fleeting beauty
By whose glance I was suddenly reborn,
Will I see you no more before eternity?

Elsewhere, far, far from here! too late! never perhaps!
For I know not where you fled, you know not where I go,
O you whom I would have loved, O you who knew it!


— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

submitted by Adam Crawley (note: click image for source)

submitted by Adam Crawley (note: click image for source)

WORKING 8-5

My voice is STRONG AND LOUD

yet muted.

My Light is RESILIENT and BRIGHT

Yet dimmed.

My Mind is INNOVATIVE and SHARP

Yet dulled.

I too know why the caged bird sings.

by LaTasha Price

Is the word "discourse" a part of your everyday vocabulary?
  
pollcode.com free polls 
by LaTasha Price

by Stephanie Loomis 

by Lindsay Shelton

A Reflection on a Reflection 

by Eunjeong Kim 

descending on escalator to airport shuttle system

by Larry McCalla 

Oregon Rainb[Alpengl]ow

[The Rainb[Alpengl]ow picture was serendipitous - I went out to clip some rosemary for dinner, and was stunned by the rainbow, so I grabbed my phone and took a couple of snaps. I can't take any credit for how it turned out -- it was all mother nature.]

by Gloria Jacobs 

looking out the subway windows in-between stops

by Larry McCalla 

"Life is a Journey"

submitted by Eunjeong Kim

from https://www.facebook.com/1mpics

 

At Sørflåtveien 54 - Stavanger, Norway

by Ragnar Gees Solheim

submitted by Adam Crawley (note: click image for source)

submitted by Adam Crawley (note: click image for source)

Welcome to my 'hood. by Crystal Beach

Welcome to my 'hood.

by Crystal Beach

Response by Lea Rackley Ehret

Response by Lea Rackley Ehret

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.

T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

Read more here. 

Read more here

The Genesis of Retro-Futurism (The Past) 

by Josie Calamari

BorderHop5 @ The Red Light Cafe - May 15, 2014

by Donna Alvermann

by George Fox 

What did the artist draw in this home that connects with Ruth Harman's home?  Fragment by Eunjeong Kim  Click image for more info on Velázquez's (1656) painting. 

What did the artist draw in this home that connects with Ruth Harman's home? 

Fragment by Eunjeong Kim 

Click image for more info on Velázquez's (1656) painting. 

some ducks in the flea market parking lot

by Larry McCalla

"Mise en abyme" by Ruth Harman 

此视频有关culture shock

by Lu Jiang

Okay for you, Charles,

whose belly tipped the balance again, fell off into your self,

and left us forever without a woman.

There she was—some kind of skirt, some kind of grief, some kind of agile

marble leg and glittering hand,

and there you were in all your glory, in your rapture, your distress,

your constant bloody ennui, your passion.  

You drama queen, flâneur,

killed by a single glance,

looking for somewhere else, again,

looking past, beyond, through.

You used her.

You drank from you, and still do.

Yet, in the hereness of it all, I still feel,

that woman,

coulda been good, you know,

to know.

by Kevin M. Leander

fragments of home(s)

by Amie Thurber

Affecting

by Mary Miller 

 I let the moments slink by as we sat together on the couch.  Finally I said your name.  Pointing to your hands, I observed that you were tense.  Fists clenching, eyes watering, you turned your gaze from the poster on the wall to my face.  Taking your movement as a foothold for conversation, I recounted your numerous headaches and backaches, pains which seemed to have no cause nor cure.  I thought aloud how maybe, just maybe, you were holding all your anger in your body and it was hurting you.  A spark of agreement flickered on your face and your furrowed brow straightened.  You stared down at your hands, opened your fists, and wiggled your fingers.  Slowly releasing your breath, you settled into the softness of the overstuffed couch for the first time. 

Tight and tense fists clenched

Your body holding anger

Open palms release

by Kemper Peacock

(graffiti board from Erin)

by Sean Spade

Dancing on Walls

by Ruth Harman

city bus en route to xmas parade 2013

by Larry McCalla 

*art in the streets on a warm winter day [ATL version]* by Crystal Beach

*art in the streets on a warm winter day [ATL version]*

by Crystal Beach

A fragment for Becoming 3lectric (http://www.becoming3lectric.com); the Drop Knowledge Project (http://www.dkpnyc.org) is Donna's top website pick for 2014!

A tool for educators that looks at how the environment can serve as a springboard for authentic math instruction.

by Lisa Frendahl

"A Conspiracy of Cartography" by Elizabeth Bishop

Sunny like your disposition

I love your shoes.

Why thank you!

Do you see me as a woman?

Of course. Aren't you?

Normally I don't pass.

I see you as you are.

How's the walking in heels going?

I've got it down-pat.

Do they have them in large sizes?

I got them on clearance a few months back.

Have you checked out TJ Maxx?

I love TJ Maxx.

I'm Anna Catherine, by the way.

I'm Sunny.

Like your disposition?

I hadn't thought of that!

But I guess so.

by Mary Beth Hayes

spoke as I speak to a stranger.

She, once familiar; here, strange.

she and spoke on darkened docks. 

by Joe Johnson

"Fairies Visit the Lighthouse" by Taffy E. Raphael 

Details:  Taken August 2014 on Beaver Island at Whiskey Point Lighthouse.  Fireworks followed the first outdoor concert of Baroque on Beaver.

"To the Cheese (Moonlanding)" by Joe Johnson

Dating a Computer Screen by Daniele Vingelli image by John Pearson Day 1- A picture is worth a thousand words, but how many free winks will it get ya? Thank God a friend of mine took a picture of me that I really love so I don’t have to drive myself insane looking for a pic that will draw attention instead of guys drawing an X over my face in their minds. I just read such a great profile for an Asian guy I found very appealing, but when I looked up close at his chosen headshot, it looked like he had gray side bangs. I went from attracted, to quizzical, to disinterested in a very brief time period, which I’m sure to be NOT what he was going for. Then I was mildly embarrassed, and a bit more than somewhat disappointed in myself- am I that shallow that I would choose not to give a guy a chance because he is confident enough to not only don that look, but make it his profile pic? The thing is, two different pics can show two completely different people. I know this for myself- one picture of me from a good angle can make my self esteem rise and my pride in my diet and exercise flare up, while another can actually send me into a depression, questioning how anyone has ever even liked me at all. What about a screen name? I almost didn’t give “deepindajungle” a second glance. Frankly, feeling how contorted my face became when I reacted to it (Why would anyone above 12 name himself this when looking for women?) distracted to me, and when I was conscious of looking again, I figured I’d open his profile to see how preposterous the rest of his page is. Then I realized that he was a marine! And seems like a nice guy! I wouldn’t have even given him a chance and now he’s my favorite. (My face begins to contort again at the realization that I am indeed most likely a terribly shallow human…) Day 2- How disappointing to realize that they guy I liked, or should I say the profile I liked, and took time to email, did not return interest with a reply. Definitely NOT a self-esteem booster. The Millionaire Matchmaker says, “Love can only live where there is love.” I don’t see how I can be attracting someone to love if knowing that no one cute (again, how shallow!) thinks I’m cute. Heading into a depression on my couch in my sweats under a blanket does NOT sound like the selfie I should be uploading to my photos tomorrow. Day 3- Hooked: I almost had a panic attack when I thought I couldn’t get onto Match from my hotel in England. (How sad that while in England I’m on the internet trolling profile pics instead of out trying to lure British men in with my New York accent.) I’ve never had Facebook but I can understand now how people could spend hours searching for the latest pics and updates from online friends. It’s exciting to hear that someone likes me, but equally as disappointing when I login only to realize that I haven’t heard back from the one I was expecting... Day 4- Do I still have time for my day job, let alone my doctoral degree while online dating? I am behind two blog posts and two 2-3 page reflection papers for my class. Yet there I am, sweats and blanket donned accordingly, using all my time to find the guy of my dreams. Deciding whether to actually send an email, or the subtle yet straightforward wink takes about 3 and a half minutes. If I can scan the pics and the profile (in no particular order) and the occupation, political view, and favorites (in that order) in four minutes, that puts me at a solid 7.5 minutes per guy/page I’m purveying. Five guys in and I could have already gotten through more than half of a NYC Housewives episode and actually felt better about myself than the self-doubt that overtakes me when I read a witty profile and question how I could live with my own.   Day 13- I’ve gotten to a place where I’m judging myself based on the kinds of guys who like me. Many of them I don’t think are cute, which is making me think I am not very cute. This is bad. The Millionaire Matchmaker says, “Love can only live where there is love.” If I have a negative opinion of myself, it will be difficult to find someone who will see love in me. OR, I can just change my pics. I’ve updated my profile about 100 hundred times; maybe I need to work on the photos a bit. Day 16- Should you begin an email with, “Hey, how’s going?” or just, “Hey!” Should I start with, “Hey, my name’s Daniele,” or just wait to sign my name at the end. One time I sent a guy an email and signed my name “Daniele,” but when he emailed me back he spelled my name “Danielle,” with two ‘l’s. Was I to assume that his computer was automatically correcting his spelling and turned my name into the way it is traditionally spelled? Perhaps I was, but instead I replied, “Hey, Luis. My name is actually spelled, ‘Daniele’ with one ‘l’. The email I got back was, “Hello, Daniele, with one ‘l’. My name is actually Juan, with a ‘J’, not Luis with an ‘L’.” I had gotten my first online name very, very wrong.  

Dating a Computer Screen

by Daniele Vingelli

image by John Pearson

Day 1- A picture is worth a thousand words, but how many free winks will it get ya? Thank God a friend of mine took a picture of me that I really love so I don’t have to drive myself insane looking for a pic that will draw attention instead of guys drawing an X over my face in their minds.

I just read such a great profile for an Asian guy I found very appealing, but when I looked up close at his chosen headshot, it looked like he had gray side bangs. I went from attracted, to quizzical, to disinterested in a very brief time period, which I’m sure to be NOT what he was going for. Then I was mildly embarrassed, and a bit more than somewhat disappointed in myself- am I that shallow that I would choose not to give a guy a chance because he is confident enough to not only don that look, but make it his profile pic?

The thing is, two different pics can show two completely different people. I know this for myself- one picture of me from a good angle can make my self esteem rise and my pride in my diet and exercise flare up, while another can actually send me into a depression, questioning how anyone has ever even liked me at all.

What about a screen name? I almost didn’t give “deepindajungle” a second glance. Frankly, feeling how contorted my face became when I reacted to it (Why would anyone above 12 name himself this when looking for women?) distracted to me, and when I was conscious of looking again, I figured I’d open his profile to see how preposterous the rest of his page is. Then I realized that he was a marine! And seems like a nice guy! I wouldn’t have even given him a chance and now he’s my favorite. (My face begins to contort again at the realization that I am indeed most likely a terribly shallow human…)

Day 2- How disappointing to realize that they guy I liked, or should I say the profile I liked, and took time to email, did not return interest with a reply. Definitely NOT a self-esteem booster. The Millionaire Matchmaker says, “Love can only live where there is love.” I don’t see how I can be attracting someone to love if knowing that no one cute (again, how shallow!) thinks I’m cute. Heading into a depression on my couch in my sweats under a blanket does NOT sound like the selfie I should be uploading to my photos tomorrow.

Day 3- Hooked: I almost had a panic attack when I thought I couldn’t get onto Match from my hotel in England. (How sad that while in England I’m on the internet trolling profile pics instead of out trying to lure British men in with my New York accent.) I’ve never had Facebook but I can understand now how people could spend hours searching for the latest pics and updates from online friends. It’s exciting to hear that someone likes me, but equally as disappointing when I login only to realize that I haven’t heard back from the one I was expecting...

Day 4- Do I still have time for my day job, let alone my doctoral degree while online dating? I am behind two blog posts and two 2-3 page reflection papers for my class. Yet there I am, sweats and blanket donned accordingly, using all my time to find the guy of my dreams. Deciding whether to actually send an email, or the subtle yet straightforward wink takes about 3 and a half minutes. If I can scan the pics and the profile (in no particular order) and the occupation, political view, and favorites (in that order) in four minutes, that puts me at a solid 7.5 minutes per guy/page I’m purveying. Five guys in and I could have already gotten through more than half of a NYC Housewives episode and actually felt better about myself than the self-doubt that overtakes me when I read a witty profile and question how I could live with my own.  

Day 13- I’ve gotten to a place where I’m judging myself based on the kinds of guys who like me. Many of them I don’t think are cute, which is making me think I am not very cute. This is bad. The Millionaire Matchmaker says, “Love can only live where there is love.” If I have a negative opinion of myself, it will be difficult to find someone who will see love in me. OR, I can just change my pics. I’ve updated my profile about 100 hundred times; maybe I need to work on the photos a bit.

Day 16- Should you begin an email with, “Hey, how’s going?” or just, “Hey!” Should I start with, “Hey, my name’s Daniele,” or just wait to sign my name at the end.

One time I sent a guy an email and signed my name “Daniele,” but when he emailed me back he spelled my name “Danielle,” with two ‘l’s. Was I to assume that his computer was automatically correcting his spelling and turned my name into the way it is traditionally spelled? Perhaps I was, but instead I replied, “Hey, Luis. My name is actually spelled, ‘Daniele’ with one ‘l’. The email I got back was, “Hello, Daniele, with one ‘l’. My name is actually Juan, with a ‘J’, not Luis with an ‘L’.” I had gotten my first online name very, very wrong.