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A young bear fell through an Alaska couple's skylight while they were preparing to celebrate their child's birthday, sending the humans scurrying out the room while he feasted on cupcakes.
In which Nightmare Bear finds a small child.
#dispatchesfromsochi
Unfortunately, French is the national language of France.
French Linguistics, Rutgers University
"The group had originally set their hearts on taking a zebra home, but after the beast proved too stubborn they happily settled for the more amenable Serge."
One day I'll learn how to tango.
Seen tonight in Vigevano, Italy
Okay, this is super meta — but also cool for photojournalism geeks like myself.
In the seconds after the tragic Boston Marathon bombing this morning, Globe photographer John Tlumacki snapped this harrowing and widely-circulated image of 78-year-old runner Bill Iffrig on the ground, three policeman springing into action around him.
But check out the AP image above, taken from the bridge above the finish line just seconds before the Globe photo. If you look carefully, you can actually see Tlumaki in a yellow vest, camera poised, about to take the now-famous photo.
Also, be sure to read this interview with Tlumaki about his experience on the ground today.
Happy holidays from Singapore. I'll be here for two weeks total -- visiting friends, soaking up the sun, and eating Asian food to my heart's content -- before heading back to Paris in early 2013.
Cargo: Moon Dust – a customs declaration for moon rocks and moon dust samples filled out by Neil Armstrong and his team upon returning from the moon in 1969
(↬ this isn’t happiness)
When I'm walking behind locals
Or in Paris, walking behind tourists.
Another hilarious Olympics-inspired tumblr: Mo Farah Running Away From Things
Ernest Zacharevic
Painter and street artist Ernest Zacharevic worked on new wall pictures in Malaysia. His paintings are showing mischievous children interacting with their physical surroundings.
I'd love to see these!
I miss this place.
A film crew came to our Gaelic football training session a few weeks back.
I can now cross "Appear in a French children's TV program" off the bucket list.
The best cover letter, ever
Dear Sir: I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave “V” words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land’s-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp. I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around. I have just returned and I still like words. May I have a few with you? Robert Pirosh 385 Madison Avenue Room 610 New York Eldorado 5-6024
Love it. Fat buttery words… mmm.