penguingirl's tumbling thoughts

Hi. I'm Penny. I love penguins, books, yarn, stationary, technology, and muddy trail running. Not necessarily in that order and not always every day.

On my main site I post weekly about one of my interests and Fridays feature photos of my cats Shadow (adopted 2009) and Buddy (adopted 2013) or of any kittens we're fostering.

Shorter and more varied postings occur here through the magic of scheduled posts.

Nonprofits Shouldn't Rely on Special Events →
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5 Optimization Tips to Make Your WordPress Site Mobile Ready - WPExplorer →
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#mobile web 
Why Apple’s Swift Language Will Instantly Remake Computer Programming | Enterprise | WIRED →
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#programming language 
#computer programming 
The Next Big Thing You Missed: Saving the World’s Coffee Supply by Acting Like a Tech Company | Business | WIRED →
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You might be rocking headphones while you read this—but does what’s playing make you better at your job?
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You might be rocking headphones while you read this—but does what’s playing make you better at your job?

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Some of literature’s greatest opening sentences—now in punch-card form.

For more of this morning’s roundup, click here.

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Food-Mood Connection: How You Eat Can Amp Up Or Tamp Down Stress →
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The Network Structure of Jewish Texts | Science Blogs | WIRED →
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#jewish texts 
"Woolf often conceives of life this way: as a gift that you’ve been given, which you must hold onto and treasure but never open. Opening it would dispel the atmosphere, ruin the radiance—and the radiance of life is what makes it worth living. It’s hard to say just what holding onto life without looking at it might mean; that’s one of the puzzles of her books. But it has something to do with preserving life’s mystery; with leaving certain things undescribed, unspecified, and unknown; with savoring certain emotions, such as curiosity, surprise, desire, and anticipation. It depends on an intensified sense of life’s preciousness and fragility, and on a Heisenberg-like notion that, when it comes to our most abstract and spiritual intuitions, looking too closely changes what we feel. It has to do, in other words, with a kind of inner privacy, by means of which you shield yourself not just from others’ prying eyes, but from your own. Call it an artist’s sense of privacy."

Joshua Rothman's New Yorker essay on Virginia Woolf’s idea of privacy is the best thing I’ve read in ages. 

It rings especially poignant in the context of her own conflicted inner life, from her exuberant appreciation of the world’s beauty to her intense capacity for love to the deathly despair of her suicide letter.

Do yourself a favor and read Rothman’s full essay here.

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#virginia woolf 
#new yorker 
Own your own data →
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#big data