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November 13, 2014
October 22, 2014
Homeland Security conducts panty raid to confiscate Royals underwear
Artist Peregrine Honig designed Lucky Royals boyshorts to help celebrate the first Kansas City World Series in 29 years. Two Homeland Security agents visited her shop and confiscated them, saying that "we were violating copyright laws.”
"Danielle Meister, Honig’s shop partner, says it was like something out of the movies, with the badges and all. But on the bright side, the officers were nice. She says you could tell 'they felt like they were kicking a puppy.'"
Photo and story from www.kansascity.com
May 07, 2014
Dear One
From my new favorite blog: Letters of Note:
Published in 1962, Silent Spring was a pioneering book that alerted the public to the devastating harm being caused by fertilisers and pesticides [esp. DDT] — a hugely important exposé which, according to many, triggered the modern environmental movement. In 1960, as she worked on the book, its author, marine biologist Rachel Carson, was diagnosed with the cancer that would eventually take her life. Seven months before she died, with her health failing, Carson spent a morning at the coast with her dear friend, Dorothy Freeman, watching the migration of monarch butterflies; that afternoon, she wrote her friend a letter.
(Source: Always, Rachel: The Letters of Rachel Carson and Dorothy Freeman; Image: Rachel Carson, via Post Gazette.)
September 10, 1963
Dear One,
This is a postscript to our morning at Newagen, something I think I can write better than say. For me it was one of the loveliest of the summer’s hours, and all the details will remain in my memory: that blue September sky, the sounds of the wind in the spruces and surf on the rocks, the gulls busy with their foraging, alighting with deliberate grace, the distant views of Griffiths Head and Todd Point, today so clearly etched, though once half seen in swirling fog. But most of all I shall remember the monarchs, that unhurried westward drift of one small winged form after another, each drawn by some invisible force. We talked a little about their migration, their life history. Did they return? We thought not; for most, at least, this was the closing journey of their lives.
But it occurred to me this afternoon, remembering, that it had been a happy spectacle, that we had felt no sadness when we spoke of the fact that there would be no return. And rightly—for when any living thing has come to the end of its life cycle we accept that end as natural.
For the Monarch, that cycle is measured in a known span of months. For ourselves, the measure is something else, the span of which we cannot know. But the thought is the same: when that intangible cycle has run its course it is a natural and not unhappy thing that a life comes to an end.
That is what those brightly fluttering bits of life taught me this morning. I found a deep happiness in it—so I hope, may you. Thank you for this morning.
Rachel
January 19, 2014
December 26, 2013
Christmas is over for another year (reblog)
Still my favorite Christmas pic.
November 17, 2013
November 07, 2013
October 31, 2013
May 09, 2013
May 03, 2013
ABBA The Museum set to open in Stockholm
"Abba The Museum forms part of the new Swedish Music Hall of Fame, a 2,000-square-meter exhibition space that features a mix of permanent and temporary exhibitions from 1920 to the present."
January 21, 2013
January 15, 2013
December 26, 2012
Christmas is over for another year (reblog)
Time for me to post my favorite Christmas pic.
December 02, 2012
Cool Picture Break: Meanwhile in Hebron
"A young Jewish settler dressed as a rabbit for the Purim costume festival hides near a security barrier in the West Bank city of Hebron. May 2003."
via cheezburger.com
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