When there were no microphones, performers practiced elocution. When there was no YouTube, they wrote poems.
Listen to Blanche DeBar Booth recite both “I Have a Rendezvous with Death” by Alan Seeger and “In Flander’s Field” by John McCrae.
H/T Istoria.
A sobering story presented via some excellent multimedia.
No, really. For real. Frost flowers.
Remebmer this, you’ll probably be hearing something similar soon:
“By ‘protecting our right to freedom we actually sacrifice it! We sacrifice the right to safe Internet surfing and to not get infected by some nasty piece of malware at every step.'”
It’s odd to hear Russians sounding so Russian. Where do cliches come from?
After spending loads of money to remove the roundabout five miles away in that other part of Binghamton, Binghamton has proudly installed a new roundabout that is safer and easier and gooder, if you would just follow the directions, for heaven’s sake, and drive over the sidewalk that’s not for walking on only if you are truck.
It makes Binghamton safer for everyone except for the people who don’t know how to use this new piece of road, or for people who might be nearby when those drivers misuse this special piece of safe road. We need a special re-education program to teach everyone who drives in Binghamton but has never driven in Europe how to drive on this special piece of everyday commonplace road that nobody has seen before. The re-education shouldn’t cost too much more than the quarter mil it took to make this special piece of safe, easy to use, commonplace road that nobody has seen before. Not counting the money they spent replacing signs that got hit by all the drivers who don’t know how to drive, because those signs are on the maintenance budget not the project budget.
It is definitely better looking, anyhow! No question about that!
No wonder the bears are crowding around down here. It’s gotten downright ornery up north.
The longer I am alive the more I think we have fractured learning.
Nice infographic deconstructed here. There have been other widespread droughts but it appears the last one to have substantially this impact on the US mainland was 1954–and before that, 1934. It’s a whopper.
Some things couldn’t be easier…
How to catch a kangaroo.
No, we don’t think that was real, but it was funny. H/T Dark Roasted Blend.
This is a good presentation of mental illness. The description resonates with my (second hand) experience and so does the manner of the speaker. Power, control, and death would seem to be common points of obsession. Mass murders, intrusions, plots, The Mission.
To say that schizophrenia is the condition of a shattered mind is evocative but not adequately specific. Alzheimer’s could be described as a shattered mind, too, perhaps. There is a malice in schizophrenia that clinicians are too quick to dismiss. I am not talking about the sometimes violence of the schizophrenic sufferer; I’d guess that everyone would respond in basically the same way to the same stimuli. But just as it makes we normal people feel better to think that madmen are at peace tied up, lobotomized, or sedated, so too we are much more comfortable believing the schizophrenic’s condition is impersonal chaos and not an irresistible evil.
We Americans, I think, are especially terrified by the thought of an unstoppable evil; our taboo extends to the grave we desperately ignore in our “celebrations of life.” Sufficient positive thinking will fix anything: the economy, cancer, warfare, and especially mental illness.
My friend: I may laugh at your defenses, but I will never laugh at your enemy.