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debbie millman: July 2005
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Ruminations on life art love culture design tunes brands physics poetry shame. Monday, July 18, 2005. I live in New York City, more specifically on the island of Manhattan. For many of us that live in this boisterous, bossy and brustling town, we have grown to believe that we live in the finest place in the world, filled with the best of everything, the biggest opportunities and of course the idea that if you can make it here, yadda yadda yadda. Posted by debbie millman at 7/18/2005 06:47:00 PM. Bad Boys...
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debbie millman: My Perfect Moment
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Ruminations on life art love culture design tunes brands physics poetry shame. Tuesday, August 25, 2009. Wells Beach, 2009. Big Beautiful Waves, My Kite, A Rainbow. Posted by debbie millman at 8/25/2009 02:35:00 PM. The Complete Broadcasts, please click on a name to listen:. Bad Boys of Design 1: Armin Vit, Mark Kingsley, Michael Ian Kaye, Petter Ringbom, James Victore. Bad Boys of Design 2: Rodrigo Corral, Bennett Peji, Tan Le, Felix Sockwell, Mark English, John Zapolski. Chip Kidd, part 1. How To Think...
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debbie millman: April 2005
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Ruminations on life art love culture design tunes brands physics poetry shame. Monday, April 25, 2005. It was in the supermarket that I finally knew for sure. Felt my head acknowledge what I was testing in my heart for weeks now. Knowing something is so foreign to me and as I stared at the chocolate chip cookies. And the biscuits with the pretty raspberry circles in the center. And the fluorescent orange laundry detergent bottles. And the heartbreaking little birthday candles1, 2, 3. In which one can be.
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debbie millman: August 2005
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Ruminations on life art love culture design tunes brands physics poetry shame. Friday, August 26, 2005. Commentary: Time and Space and Ideas and Emily. In trying to discover a unifying theory, Einstein hoped to resolve the inherent conflict between the then two competing visions of the universe: the smooth continuum of space-time, where people and stars and planets reign, as explained in his general theory of relativity, and the unseemly animation of the quantum world. Sunday, August 14, 2005. 2) Wearing...
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debbie millman: May 2005
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Ruminations on life art love culture design tunes brands physics poetry shame. Sunday, May 29, 2005. I can go either which way now. I know if I go to you. I lose part of myself. As we engage in the comfort of faith. As we sleep and I feel your breath against my back. I consider the possibility that I am wrong. Posted by debbie millman at 5/29/2005 05:15:00 PM. Tuesday, May 24, 2005. When I reached for your hand. You looked at my fingers and told me I was a witch. All that tapering and all. With a mushy s...
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debbie millman: DEBBIE MILLMAN HAS MOVED
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Ruminations on life art love culture design tunes brands physics poetry shame. Tuesday, July 27, 2010. DEBBIE MILLMAN HAS MOVED. After many wonderful postings here on Blogger, I have moved my site to www.debbiemillman.com. Thank you for visiting! Posted by debbie millman at 7/27/2010 11:27:00 AM. The promise within. The books looks to be a good read. Design looks great. Content might be even better! Search engine optimization nyc. If you laugh before breakfast youll cry before supper. Chip Kidd, part 1.
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debbie millman: January 2006
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Ruminations on life art love culture design tunes brands physics poetry shame. Friday, January 27, 2006. What remains in all of these messages are the words themselves. True or not, real or not, backwards or not, the letters endure. They are all works of art, really whether the missive is real or imagined, hopeful or delusional the letters endure. For it is the letters that provide the foundation of everything we see and everything we experience. Posted by debbie millman at 1/27/2006 06:11:00 PM. Please ...
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debbie millman: May 2006
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Ruminations on life art love culture design tunes brands physics poetry shame. Sunday, May 28, 2006. Originally uploaded by debbiemillman. I think that my bottles of Diet Dr. Pepper are both sad and comforting. Sad, because, of course, one can’t help but wonder why I can’t go without a silly soft drink for seven days, but also comforting because they are a common and consistent part of my vernacular that has accompanied me on this journey. Posted by debbie millman at 5/28/2006 04:09:00 PM. Congress shall...
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Recordings – Leader | Neal Miner
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Recordings as a Leader. Chris Byars - tenor, alto sax. Peter Bernstein - guitar. Neal Miner - bass. Joe Strasser - drums. A collection of six of Neals original compositions, past and present. This recording features long time bandmates and friends, Chris Byars, Peter Bernstein and Joe Strasser. Neal Miner - bass. Michael Kanan - piano. Joe Strasser - drums. Lullaby Of The Leaves. Bye, Bye, Baby. Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea. Chris Byars - tenor sax, flute. Richie Vitale - trumpet.
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debbie millman: February 2006
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Ruminations on life art love culture design tunes brands physics poetry shame. Friday, February 24, 2006. Commentary: Seeing and Knowing. I call these unseen things. I have selected this term primarily because after the initial thrill of learning something new, or simply becoming aware of something for the first time, I find that those very same things have actually been surrounding me for years. I just never noticed them before. Yet they were there. How have we become a culture of un-seer’s? I can under...
