One of the most unique places on Earth. Sunset at Great Fountain Geyser in Yellowstone National Park.
Photo: Greg Chancey
― Lao Tzu"
Happy holidays! Don’t get cut!
This kind of IS me at Christmas, to be honest. Happy Christmas shopping everyone — and remember, great books are waiting to be discovered with our Book Concierge!
Let’s say a person has never read any literature and wants to go from zero to well-read.
“Well-read” for this person then has a number of connotations: a familiarity with the monuments of Western literature, an at least passing interest in the high-points of world literature, a willingness to…
“Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night—
And I love the rain.”
— April Rain Song by Langston Hughes
“In heaven all the interesting people are missing.”
Christmas time is here…..
Another perfect sunset over Bone Yard Beach on Bulls Island in Cape Romain National Wildlife Refuge in South Carolina.
Photo: Francis Trudeau
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?Answer.That you are here—that life exists and identity,That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
Source: Leaves of Grass (1892)
— Louisa May Alcott, Rose In Bloom (via bookmania)
Robert Faris puts an even finer point on this idea. “If you put adults in a similar situation”—meaning airlifted into a giant building full of strangers with few common bonds—”you’d find similar behaviors.” Like reality television, for instance, in which people literally divide into tribes, form alliances, and vote one another off the island. “And I think you see it in nursing homes,” says Faris. “In small villages. And sometimes in book clubs.” And then I realized, having covered politics for many years: Congress, too. “It’s not adolescence that’s the problem,” insists Faris. “It’s the giant box of strangers.”
The leg looks odd. I look closer and notice fragmented lumps under the bumpy skin. My fingers feel the crumbled bones under the skin of the bird’s ankle as it slowly shifts in my hand.
I wonder if this happened before it died. I begin to notice faint purple coloring surrounding the break.
I can’t eat this. I don’t understand why I would have eaten it before now.
The next day this article pops up on my newsfeed. Near the bottom, it reads: “Assembly lines move so fast in today’s chicken slaughterhouses, poultry workers, the government and even the chicken industry admit that the birds break their own bones in struggling to escape the uncaring death that the pursuit of cheap meat forces on them.”
It’s been a while now. At the time, I wondered if I would forget about it eventually and go back to eating chicken. So far, I haven’t. (I never did eat most other kinds of meat. I do eat seafood, though.)
“People should pay more attention. Everyone wants attention, but no one wants to give attention.”
- “God is whatever color God needs to be in order to let people know that they’re not nobodies, they’re somebodies.”
I love being a woman, I swear, but I could do without the uncontrollable bleeding.