Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…
I appreciate silence. I appreciate people who don’t need to fill the world with excess noise in order to communicate a message.
Jon Stewart Goes After Fox in Powerful Ferguson Monologue
I been waiting for the daily show to come back so they could cover this
Jon rip them boys a new asshole
See, Jon Stewart usually does a lot of satirical humour, but at this point, the writers are just like “fuck the comedy this shit is real” and I was so happy to see that they finally covered this, and it was really well done.
400 Years of Beautiful, Historical, and Powerful Globes
To look at an ancient globe is to look at the Earth as it was seen by the people of another time. It reflects their understanding of the continents and seas, and it captures political divisions that have long since shifted. Even the typography and colors of a globe are indicative of the time and place of its origin, says Sylvia Sumira, a London-based conservator of ancient globes.
Often, it’s a thing of remarkable craftsmanship and beauty. “If you go into a room and there’s a globe, your attention is immediately drawn to it,” Sumira said. In her lavishly illustrated new book, Globes: 400 years of exploration, navigation, and power, Sumira traces the history and making of globes and showcases dozens of fine examples drawn largely from the collection of the British Library.”
photo: moon globe made by the artist John Russell, 1797.
"…It was never about how good you are, or how good you’re going to get, that will come. What matters is how hard you are willing to work to get there." - Kon Kara
I’ve got a lot of people to thank for keeping me on the field. The @RebelsAFC, but especially @kon_kara26 have out more hours into my development not only as a player but as a person.
Every goal, every kick, every tackle, every sheppard, every step are all for them.
And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive.
I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.