a noun's a very special word – it's any name you ever heard

BoingBoing directs our attention to a clever little interview by Mother Jones magazine with the graphic designers behind the brilliant and massive Noun Project, which has—out of necessity—created icons to visually communicate some 17, 000 concepts. The artists go on to reveal that their motivation was kept up by educators reaching out to them for a larger set of symbols to equip autistic learners with as cues to see a task through.

Of course, these signs have broad appeal in their exhaustive and humourous coverage. Individual icons are available for fair-use purchase on the project's website.  Decades ago, there was a similiar prodigy, called Stefan Kanchev from Bulgaria who worked on the commercial advertizing side of the house, renowned for his endless business and industry logo designs.

macbeth effect

Here is an interesting vignette demonstrating how washing one's hands turns ones self-assessment towards the optimistic and provides a sense of closure. In clinical trials at least, in what could be named after Lady Macbeth or Pontius Pilate, subjects felt better after failing to accomplish an impossible task when encouraged to wash up afterwards. Egos from the hand-washers recovered significantly faster than those who did not, the study shows. I wonder, however, if the therapeutic results have to do with the body exorcizing defeat in the the mind symbolically or rather the low-hanging fruit effect, being assigned a very easy job after presented with one that was very hard.

yearbook, jahrgang

The exquisite BibliOdyssey delivers another brilliantly curated gallery with historical background with the annals of the Matriculation Register of the Basel Rectorate, documenting in three volumes enrollment and stewardship for the university continuously from 1460 to the year 2000, illustrated with beautiful paintings in miniature to bookend the reign of successive registrars and classes.  Be sure to linger a bit at this book to discover an amazing compendium of picture-books with stories about their origins sure to please any bibliophile.

monoceros

Website io9 has an interesting book review of a new work by geographer Chris Lavers on the natural history of the unicorn and how this legendary creature has become somewhat of an obsession and a symbol pregnant with associations, connotations of all sorts, employed by many different agencies.

It turns out that the earliest reports of an illusive and ferocious beast in the wilds of distant India, which probably referred to a third-hand sighting of a rhinoceros, propagated by ancient Greek naturalists, is completely unrelated to the unicorn as it appears in the Bible. Early translators were at a loss as to what animal Hebrew word re'em ( רֶאֵם ), often used metaphorically, could refer to. Literally the word stood for the extinct aurochs, the European bison—and other animals like goats and cattle and camels were recognisable, but re'em was used in the text, with license, for any beast of burden and symbol of strength and, alternately, for submission—which makes more sense when read in context. The authorities substituted the Greek and Latin words for unicorn, however, sanctifying and popularizing the pensive creature.

déclasse ou GEOLOC

I'd like to believe that I have left carefully placed footprints, conducted myself in a circumspect manner, when it comes to on-line activity or any form of communication, ever reserved—at times to my detriment in private discussion—with the knowledge that a stalker, one of those loony and obsessed celebrity-stalker types, was fervently documenting every my every move and utterance.
Not that necessarily anything was immediately incriminating or otherwise embarrassing or not tailored to a larger audience, I try to be mindful that all of this goes down on your permanent record, though not absolutely something that Saint Peter would not overlook nor give much weight. And even though I did not imagine that my secret-admirer, as Der Spiegel reports, would be the US government (or a member of the coalition of the willing), I am surprised by the latest revelation, made by the administration under statue, declassifying intelligence agency salivating plans, especially by the fourth wall (Vierte Wand) convention of being within the scope of the law. I'm not even sure what that phrase means any longer except as something to be subject to exploit and abuse.

swalk—sealed with a loving kiss

Mental Floss has a delightful review of a book just published called To the Letters by historian and linguist Simon Garfield that lists some romantic and racy shorthand employed by soldiers in the 1930s to navigate around the censors and their superiors—showing that texting and sexting is not such a new phenomenon. In fact, there are examples from epistles from the ancient Romans: SVBEEQV for the Latin si vales bene est, ego quidem meaning that I am happy when you are or I hope this letter finds you well. I'd really like to incorporate some of these abbreviations into my vocabulary and would like to learn more about what we find lamentable about communication, and at any distance being something magical, and form that's not necessarily warranted moving from sonnets to spam.

übergelagert

Though not previsioning what was to come nor a admission to a separate history, in 2012 when plans were being finalised to consolidate the operations of the Bundes- nachrichten- dienst (the BND, Germany's foreign intelligence agency) in Berlin and to uproot establishments created in the former West German Republic, a small suburban community of München called Pullach im Isartal, making preparations for closure and realignment, revealed how secrets can cause forgetfulness. What lie on the BND's broad campus was no secret itself, but cordoned off from the public since shortly after the conclusion of Word War II, few voices were raised regarding what it contained. The ensemble of residential and office buildings occupied by the intelligence service were original designated as a model suburban settlement, named after Rudolf Heß, for the families of Nazi party members who were not conferred special recognition or had humbler roots. Many German children orphaned by the war also found adoptive parents here. Later, the community also became the headquarters for Organisation Todt, the party's engineering corps who build the built the Atlantic Wall. This covert history was hidden for years, villas as time-capsules and the stories of former residents going untold, incident only to its new management.