Part sport, part art, GPS drawing lets runners, walkers, cyclists and hikers imagine themselves anew, mapping their track lines across cities, roads and farms, and sharing them online.
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Don't Read This... Either you have an insatiable curiosity, are rebellious, or just don’t follow directions but you made it this far and now you have to pay the price – reading yet another jumble of banal bloggery by some wannabe Web 2.0 pundit, who has neither the grammatical proficiency nor the figurative prowess to ever attempt writing in the real world but who, for reasons far exceeding the realms of rational thought, feels compelled, nay entitled, to proffer his self-indulgent ramblings to an audience no larger than the square root of his immediate family. And so begins my dive, face first and screaming into the blogosphere…you were warned. _______________________________ Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven ~ HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ~ W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899. _______________________________
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