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â 怩ç©șăźćă©ăă„CASTLE IN THE SKY 1986 | dir Hayao Miyazaki
âš Grace Wisher was 13 years old when she sewed the Star-Spangled Banner â the flag that inspired our national anthem.
She was an indentured servant in Mary Pickersgillâs home, working alongside an enslaved Black woman whose name history never bothered to record. Together, they stitched their place into the foundation of this country.
Yet when the story got told, only one name made it to the history books. Only one woman got remembered. Only one got the credit.
Grace Wisher didnât just sew fabric. She stitched herself into Americaâs story. And itâs time we say her name.Â
The Moon at Sunset - Francis Bowyer
British , b. 1952 -
Watercolour , 15 x 25 cm.
âItâs wise to provide a constructive outlet for feelings of intense anger.â How children grow and develop. 1953.Â
Detroit, Michigan
circa 1892
your month, your seal!
A Magical Girl Retires
Park Seolyeon (Author), Anton Hur (Translated by)
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A millennial turned magical girl must combat climate change and credit card debt in this delightful, witty, and wildly imaginative urban fantasy ode to magical girl manga.
Twenty-nine, depressed, and drowning in credit card debt after losing her job during the pandemic, a millennial woman decides to end her troubles by jumping off Seoulâs Mapo Bridge.
But her suicide attempt is interrupted by a girl dressed all in whiteâher guardian angel. Ah Roa is a clairvoyant magical girl on a mission to find the greatest magical girl of all time. And our protagonist just may be that special someone.
But the young womanâs initial excitement turns to frustration when she learns being a magical girl in real life is much different than how itâs portrayed in stories. It isnât just destinyâitâs work. Magical girls go to job fairs, join trade unions, attend classes. And for this magical girl there are no special powers and no great perks, and despite being magical, she still battles with low self-esteem in this sharp satirical fantasy. Her magic wand . . . is a credit cardâwhich she must use to defeat a terrifying threat that isnât a monster or an intergalactic war. Itâs global climate change. Because magical girls need to think about sustainability, too.
Park Seolyeon reimagines classic fantasy tropes in this must-read work of Korean fiction in translation that explores real-world challenges that are both deeply personal and universal: the search for meaning and the desire to do good in a world that feels like itâs ending. A fun, fast-paced, and enchanting urban fantasy narrative that sparkles thanks to award-nominated translator Anton Hur, A Magical Girl Retires reminds us that we are all magical girlsâthat fighting evil by moonlight and winning love by daylight can be anyone's game.
Translated from the Korean by Anton Hur
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adhel bol by town studio
continue choosing you, boy.
continue moving forward.
Today I start my ninth decade on earth. Itâs astounding and distressing, but I suppose itâs better than the alternative. In his latter years, my father would always answer my weekly phone question, âHow are you, Dad?â with a brisk âStill here!â Several of my joints ache, I canât remember shit, I can no longer do 20 pushups at a clip, several good friends have passed, my bald spot is claiming more territory, and I canât hear very well (especially in restaurants). But, hey, Iâm still here. And hardly alone. All 1946 boomers still here are turning 80. More babies were born in 1946 than in any other year of American history up to then. Dolly Parton is one. She has been 80 since January 19 of this year. I still havenât met her. Meeting her has been on my bucket list for six decades. Sheâs my height. We have similar values. Iâve been in love with her since I was 15, but so far, zilch. When I was a small boy, my grandma Frances was courted by a man named Jack Hirsch, who was then 80. I had never before encountered someone as old as Jack. I was scared to speak loudly in his presence, or sneeze, or cough, for fear heâd fall over and die. I remember thinking he could be Methuselah (who, according to the Bible, lived until the ripe old age of 969). What happens after you hit a ripe old age? Do you ripen until you rot? Three score and ten is the number of years of life set out in the Bible. Modern technology and Big Pharma add at least a decade, bringing us 1946 boomers to where we are now. Yesterday I ran into a former student who upon seeing me exclaimed, âYou look great!â I thanked her even though she was probably just being polite. An elderly friend once told me there were four ages to life: youth, middle age, old age, and âYou look great.â Iâm now in the fourth stage. My wish for you is that you have a long lifespan and a long health-span, that you relish every day you have, spend time with people you love and value, let go of all the petty crap, wish no one ill (except perhaps Trump), and continue to fight for whatâs good and noble and important. And regardless of your age, my thanks to you for joining me on this journey. (By the way, you look great.)
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