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Monday, March 28, 2016
Sunday, March 27, 2016
thats-the-way-it-was: World Trade Center, New York...
World Trade Center, New York City
September 11, 2001
Photo: David Surowiecki
This shit was live on television.
Every generation has their moment that they never forget. Can I trade this one in for one where I don’t see people jumping out of buildings to their death? Is that possible?
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Saturday, March 26, 2016
Friday, March 25, 2016
"Lonely, long, absurd walk home."
“Lonely, long, absurd walk home.”
- Franz Kafka, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries Of Franz Kafka: 1910 - 1923
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- Franz Kafka, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries Of Franz Kafka: 1910 - 1923
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Writing for money.
Suddenly, I couldn’t remember how to write the letter “N”.
So far, life is proving more difficult than initially thought.
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"In the end, we’ll all become stories."
“In the end, we’ll all become stories.”
- Margaret Atwood
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- Margaret Atwood
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Neither gay nor Jewish. Not that I’m opposed to being...
Neither gay nor Jewish. Not that I’m opposed to being either, I’m just not … and yet, the saga continues.
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velmatv: Nick Lowe - ‘So It Goes’ - 1978 And so it goes and...
Nick Lowe - ‘So It Goes’ - 1978
And so it goes and so it goes
And so it goes and so it goes
But where it’s goin’ no one knows.
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Thursday, March 24, 2016
from-around-the-globe: Hyatt Recency Kansas City Walkway...
Hyatt Recency Kansas City Walkway Disaster
On July 17, 1981 two vertically contiguous walkways collapsed onto a tea dance being held in the hotel’s lobby. The falling walkways killed 114 and injured 216. At the time, it was the deadliest structural collapse in U.S. history, not surpassed until the collapse of the south tower of the World Trade Center in 2001.
The rescue operation lasted 14 hours and was performed by many emergency personnel, including crews from 34 fire trucks and EMS units and doctors from five local hospitals. Trapped survivors were buried beneath more than 60 tons of steel, concrete and glass, which neither the Hyatt’s forklifts nor the fire department’s most powerful jacks could budge.
Dr. Joseph Waeckerle, former chief of Kansas City’s emergency medical system, directed the rescue effort establishing a makeshift morgue in a ground floor exhibition area, using the hotel’s driveway and front lawn as a triage area and helping to organize the wounded by greatest need for medical care. Those people who could walk were instructed to leave the hotel to simplify the rescue effort; those mortally injured were told they were going to die and given morphine. Often, rescuers had to dismember bodies in order to reach survivors among the wreckage. One victim’s right leg was trapped under an I-beam and had to be amputated by a surgeon, a task which was completed with a chainsaw
Several rescuers suffered considerable stress due to their experience, and later relied upon each other in an informal support group. Jackhammer operator “Country” Bill Allman took his own life due to the stress.
And… It was 100% avoidable. Had it been built as drawn, this wouldn’t have happened.
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Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
jdogislikeaboss: sixpenceee: Astronaut Leland Melvin includes...
Astronaut Leland Melvin includes his rescued dogs in best NASA portrait ever.
I’m so glad he rescued those dogs from space
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Monday, March 21, 2016
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Talking Palm Beach and poodles with Karen LeFrak, a composer, show dog owner, and family friend of Donald Trump.
What was the point of this?
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Sunday, March 20, 2016
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Back alley “Matthias Strasse”, somewhere in Northern Europe. Possibly Germany. Early 1900s.
By Arnold Genthe.
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Back alley, somewhere in Northern Europe. Early 1900s.
By Arnold Genthe.
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Back alley, somewhere in Northern Europe. Early 1900s.
By Arnold Genthe.
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Back alley, somewhere in Northern Europe. Early 1900s.
By Arnold Genthe.
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Back alley, somewhere in Northern Europe. Early 1900s.
By Arnold Genthe.
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Alley, somewhere in Europe. Early 1900s.
By Arnold Genthe.
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Saturday, March 19, 2016
visionsoflight:The Warriors ・ ・ ・ Director: Walter Hill Director...
The Warriors
・ ・ ・
Director: Walter Hill
Director of Photography: Andrew Laszlo
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mediamattersforamerica: Nearly half a century after Roe, it’s...
Nearly half a century after Roe, it’s time the media stops treating abortion like something taboo and start treating it like what it is – an important and normal part of life for a huge portion of Americans.
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Friday, March 18, 2016
This is my father Johnny Rabbitt introducing The Beatles in 1964...
This is my father Johnny Rabbitt introducing The Beatles in 1964 at the Cow Palace in San Fransisco.
He has stories. Many, many stories.
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Thursday, March 17, 2016
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The Beautiful South - I’m Your No. 1 Fan (1992)
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And again, more
It’s been an odd year. An off year? More like I’m joining a conversation but I’m coming in on the wrong syllable. Or I’m just a little out of step, not enough to be noticed, but just enough to feel like I’m trying to constantly to get in line while doing that little weird step/jump to try to get in sync.
I did this show last summer and this show was tough. There’s a LOT of content. I had about 500 “GO cues” not including stand-by’s and warnings. I talked non-stop nearly the entire show. But this song, this was where I’d have a break every night and could listen to these lyrics.
There I was, calling a show and hitting that moment, that little break where I can breathe, and with 10,000 people sitting below me in the seats, I’ve never felt more alone and yet whole at the same time.
Then, the song ends, and BAM the moment is over and I’m talking a thousand miles an hour and all that peace and tranquility is gone.
———–
No more questions, please.
No more tests.
Comes the day you say, ‘What for?’
Please.. no more.
We disappoint, we disappear, we die, but we don’t.
They disappoint in turn, I fear,
Forgive, though, they won’t.
No more riddles.
No more jests.
No more curses you can’t undo, left by fathers you never knew.
No more quests.
No more feelings. Time to shut the door.
Just.. No more.
Running away, let’s do it.
Free from the ties that bind.
No more despair, or burdens to bear,
Out there in the yonder.
Running away, go to it.
Where did you have in mind?
Have to take care.. unless there’s a 'where’,
You’ll only be wandering blind.
Just more questions.. different kind.
Where are we to go?
Where are we ever to go?
Running away, we’ll do it.
Why sit around, resigned?
Trouble is, son, the farther you run,
The more you’ll feel undefined.
For what you have left undone, and more,
What you’ve left behind.
We disappoint, we leave a mess, we die, but we don’t.
We disappoint in turn, I guess. Forget, though, we won’t.
Like father, like son.
No more giants waging war!
Can’t we just pursue our lives, with our children and our wives,
'Til that happy day arrives, how do you ignore
All the witches, all the curses,
All the wolves, all the lies, the false hopes, the good-bye’s,
The reverses,
All the wondering what even worse is still in store!
All the children.
All the giants..
No more.
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Sunday, March 13, 2016
That’s the last time you put a knife in me.
That’s the last time you put a knife in me.
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Saturday, March 12, 2016
The State- Barry and Levon- 240 dollars worth of p - YouTube
The State- Barry and Levon- 240 dollars worth of p - YouTube:
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In these dark times it’s important to remember that for a brief moment Barry and Levon were with us and it was glorious.
We can make this country great again with $240 worth of pudding.
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Thursday, March 10, 2016
What was that? Was that me? Was that him? Did a Prince really kiss me? And kiss me? And kiss...
What was that?
Was that me?
Was that him?
Did a Prince really kiss me?
And kiss me?
And kiss me?
And did I kiss him back?
Was it wrong?
Am I mad?
Is that all?
Does he miss me?
Was he suddenly
Getting bored with me?
Wake up! Stop dreaming.
Stop prancing about the woods.
It’s not besseming.
What is it about the woods?
Back to life, back to sense,
Back to child, back to husband,
You can’t live in the woods.
There are vows, there are ties,
There are needs, there are standards,
There are shouldn'ts and shoulds.
Why not both instead?
There’s the answer, if you’re clever:
have a child for warmth,
And a Baker for bread,
And a Prince for whatever-
Never!
It’s these woods.
Face the facts, find the boy,
Join the group, stop the Giant-
Just get out of these woods.
Was that him? yes it was.
Was that me? No it wasn’t,
Just a trick of the woods.
Just a moment,
One peculiar passing moment…
Must it all be either less or more,
Either plain or grand?
Is it always “or”?
Is it never “and”?
That’s what woods are for:
For those moments in the woods…
Oh. if life were made of moments,
Even now and then a bad one-!
But if life were only moments,
Then you’d never know you had one.
First a Witch, then a child,
Then a Prince, then a moment-
Who can live in the woods?
And to get what you wish,
Only just for a moment-
These are dangerous woods…
Let the moment go…
Don’t forget it for a moment, though.
Just remembering you’ve had and “and”,
When you’re back to “or”,
Makes the “or” mean more
Than it did before.
Now I understand-
And it’s time to leave the woods.
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Wednesday, March 9, 2016
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“I don’t deserve any credit for turning the other cheek as my tongue is always in it.” – Flannery O'Connor
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Tuesday, March 8, 2016
"Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and..."
“Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops”
- Charles Bukowski
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- Charles Bukowski
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Monday, March 7, 2016
And so
With less dramatic flourish than one might expect, without pomp or pageantry (much less fanfare or the gleeful cheers of a riotous mass) I must admit, that in spite of my best efforts, I got nothin’.
2016, we’ve just begun your third month and I’m already finished with you.
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wetheurban: Hyperealistic Intimate Scenes, Gérard Schlosser...
Hyperealistic Intimate Scenes, Gérard Schlosser
French painter, Gérard Schlosser, is known for painting hyperrealist fragments of fictional stories.
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