This is just a tiny detail (!) of a much larger infographic that I’d highly recommend you view in full, here.

Information is Beautiful has many other great visualizations, here.

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 Silver Spring, Maryland

Born in Cork, Ireland in the 1830s, the prominent socialist and community organizer Mary Harris “Mother” Jones lost her husband and four children to a yellow fever epidemic in Tennessee in 1867, and then lost her home in the Great Chicago Fire of 1871. She then spent the rest of her life fighting for worker’s rights as an activist and tireless labor organizer.

Frequently imprisoned for subversive speech and inciting “riots,” Mother Jones was hailed by her critics as the “most dangerous woman in America” and was denounced on the floor of the U.S. Senate as “the grandmother of all agitators,” a moniker she seemed to favour—the feisty matriarch also liked to refer to herself as a “hellraiser.”

Since 1976, her name has graced the masthead of the award-winning magazine Mother Jones, known for its independent stance and investigative reporting. You can listen to The Autobiography of Mother Jones on LibriVox, here.

Image: a portrait of Mother Jones by Robert Shetterly from his series Americans Who Tell The Truth.

“Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.”

Tehran, Iran

These are but a few from a lovely collection of images by talented Iranian graphic designers showcased at Vitrin Rooz… (sorry, link no longer works).

Beijing, China

The long-anticipated 2009 World Design Congress 2009 kicks off in Beijing a month from now… I look forward to visiting this amazing city again and to crossing paths there with design friends from around the world. There’s still time to register—more information here.

Saint-Michel-de-Montaigne, France

Philosopher Michel Eyquem de Montaigne was one of the most influential writers of the French Renaissance. Montaigne is famous for his effortless ability to merge serious intellectual speculation with casual anecdotes and autobiography—his massive volume Essais (translated literally as “Attempts”) contains, to this day, some of the most widely influential essays ever written.

Montaigne’s humanist traits evolved as a direct result of his early education (and in spite of having been born into wealth and privilege). Soon after his birth, he was brought to a small cottage, where he lived the first three years of life in the sole company of a peasant family, “in order to,” according to his father, “draw the boy close to the people, and to the life conditions of the people, who need our help.” Following these first spartan years, he was brought back to the family Château where he was taught Latin as his first language, accompanied by constant intellectual and spiritual stimulation (he was apparently familiarized with Greek by a pedagogical method that employed games, conversation, and exercises of solitary meditation, rather than books).

In his own time, Montaigne was admired more as a statesman than as an author—eventually, however, he would be recognized as embodying, perhaps better than any other author of his time, the spirit of freely entertaining doubt which began to emerge at that time. He is most famously known for his skeptical remark, “Que sais-je?” (What do I know?) and remains remarkably modern even to readers today.

Montaigne had a direct influence on writers the world over, including Blaise Pascal, René Descartes, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Stefan Zweig, Friedrich Nietzsche, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Isaac Asimov, Eric Hoffer, and possibly even William Shakespeare. Much of modern literary non-fiction has found inspiration in Montaigne and writers of all kinds continue to read him for his masterful balance of intellectual knowledge and personal story-telling.

A few of the (many) lines of profundity and wisdom he left us:

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I quote others only in order the better to express myself.

I speak the truth not so much as I would, but as much as I dare,
and I dare a little more as I grow older.

My trade and art is to live.

The most certain sign of wisdom is cheerfulness.

A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears.

Everyone calls barbarity what he is not accustomed to.

The clatter of arms drowns the voice of law.

Kings and philosophers defecate, and so do ladies.

No matter that we may mount on stilts, we still must walk on our own legs.
And on the highest throne in the world, we still sit only on our own bottom.

A straight oar looks bent in the water.

What matters is not merely that we see things but how we see them.

An untempted woman cannot boast of her chastity.

No man is a hero to his own valet.

Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.

Every man bears the whole stamp of the human condition.

Fame and tranquility can never be bedfellows.

He who establishes his argument by noise and command
shows that his reason is weak.

How many things we held yesterday as articles of faith
which today we tell as fables.

I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.

Ignorance is the softest pillow on which a man can rest his head.

In nine lifetimes, you’ll never know as much about your cat
as your cat knows about you.

When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not
amusing herself with me more than I with her.

It is good to rub and polish our brain against that of others.

We can be knowledgable with other men’s knowledge
but we cannot be wise with other men’s wisdom.

Lend yourself to others, but give yourself to yourself.

Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in,
and those inside equally desperate to get out.

There is no conversation more boring than the one where everybody agrees.

There is perhaps no more obvious vanity than to write of it so vainly.*

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*Might Montaigne perchance be referring to blogs and bloggers here? :-/

Westchester County, New York

I was happy to hear from former student Jessica Bryan this week. She’s doing some interesting freelance work (such as the book cover shown here) and has an online portfolio (sorry, link broken). Jessica took part in the studio course I taught at the Hartford Art School (University of Hartford, Connecticut) back in 2006, when I was a recipient of the Georgette and Richard Koopman Distinguished Chair in the Visual Arts.

Keep up the good work, Jessica!

East Berlin, the 1950s…

Some remarkably frugal examples of industrial design from (the former) East Germany… many more here in a nice Flickr set of pics taken by Bruce Sterling at the Gogbot Festival, Eschede, Netherlands (from a show curated by critic Günter Höhne).

Not much frivolity or filigree on display here—no doubt once again there’s a case to be made for “less is more.” (These really take me back to growing up in [the capitalist West] Germany as a kid in the 1950s—primary difference being, products available to us were occasionally available in colours other than grey or khaki).

Thanks to photographer friend Ian McCausland for the link.

Winnipeg, Canada

OK. So, this is admittedly a bit weird (for me to be posting, I mean, given that I have never had children)… but don’t you agree that wee Haylee (Ev’s two-and-a-half-year-old grand-daughter) is over-the-top cute? Her favourite colour is pink (as you can see, followed closely by purple, as you will learn if you talk with the little lass for a bit) and at this point in her life, she aspires to be a “Rina-rina,” (Ballerina in adult parlance) or, maybe, a welder—like her dad Jayson.

In the above images, Haylee is modeling her outfit for the upcoming Halloween (thanks to proactive mom Nicki).

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(squint if you need to—it’s a figure/ground thing)