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I can't believe I'm saying this but this ep of wcth broke me... too much was happening like elizabeth getting her job back thanks to abigail, the proposal, "take a walk with me", the last kiss i am not okay
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Wait there I’ll just go grab some from the fridge…
3/5: This is an easy read but I suspect it may have suffered at the hands of an over-enthusiastic editor. Given the sheer number of examples
With all this stuff that’s been going on in the world lately and of the last few years, honestly… I just dream of the day that we can finally go
And I can go back to working toward my dream of having my own in-house stylist/chef who not only makes food for me, but also does my hair and makeup and gets this shlumpy me of the last two years completely out of existence.
(I’m open to discussing the possibility of pink hair).
“Grief takes on a persona whose needs are paramount. Grief requires quiet and solitude. Grief demands rest, lots of rest. At the most grief requires a cup of tea given without talk, without advice, without weeping. Grief does not need platitudes - suffering is increased when anger and dismay refutes statements like, ‘everything is going to be alright.’ The other misnomer, 'closure,’ is insulting in its banality because it really means, 'shut up and go away.’”
— Shakleton, Shirley (2010). The Circle Of Silence: A personal testimony before, during and after Balibo. Sydney: Pier 9
Just another one of those “blast from the past” posts that, on re-reading, you discover have attained a whole new level of depth over the course of the past 2 years, the past 12 months and, for me, especially the last 6 months.
Captain Cook’s ship found.
AFP graphics map of north-east US showing the area where the wreck of Captain James Cook’s famed vessel the Endeavour is believed to be found, according to Australian researchers on Thursday
by @AFP
I don’t know about you, but I find this HUGE.
—Lois & Clark, “Illusions of Grandeur”
I love this scene. The world is much easier to keep living in if you believe in magic.
The distance between Sydney and Perth is longer than the distance between Moscow and Paris
This was some random trivia I was not aware of. No wonder I miss home so much!
(¼) “He’d knock in the rain. He’d knock in the snow. He’d come home late on these dreadful winter nights, and my mother would have his slippers under the radiator and his bathrobe on top. In the 1960’s Fuller Brush was the dominant name in door-to-door sales. It was the milkman, the newspaperman, and the Fuller Brush Man. And my father was a Fuller Brush Man. It was a tough job. Many nights he’d come home empty-handed. There were weeks we’d have less meat and more potatoes, but he never complained. That’s one thing he always taught me: ‘Don’t go too crazy on the material things.’ Maybe knocking on doors wasn’t the best job, but the job did its job. It helped him raise a family. On Fridays he’d take me with him while he made deliveries. Those were my favorite days. I’d spend the whole afternoon with Dad. And Friday night was the sabbath, so we both knew there’d be an amazing German-Jewish dinner waiting for us at home. Dad hadn’t gotten married until after the war, so there was a literal generation gap between us. But he encouraged me the best he could. He bought me my first trumpet when I was thirteen. Every time I played a solo, he’d take me out for ice cream. In high school I started a little rock band with my friends. It wasn’t Dad’s type of music. But he’d let us practice in our tiny apartment. He’d help us load equipment. By then he was 65, but he’d be carrying drum sets and amplifiers in and out of social halls and sweet sixteen parties. Dad died suddenly of a heart attack when I was a freshman in college. Mom’s lungs were already filling up with cancer, and two years later she’d be gone too. At the age of twenty-one I was on my own. I never really had time to mourn. I did what my dad would have done. I tried to stay positive. I put one foot in front of the other: I went to college, I went to grad school, I got a job. Then one afternoon I came home from work, and I got a call from my cousin Linda. She said: ‘Are you sitting down? Because your father is in today’s New York Times.’ Dad had been gone for ten years. It didn’t make any sense. But I ran out to the newspaper stand, and opened up a copy of the Times. And there he was. Staring back at me.”
Go to @humansofnewyork and read this whole story about Alice Neel’s painting of the Fuller Brush Man. It’s beautiful. And at the end of this year, beautiful stories remind us that life is really just about the simple, fundamental things. 😘
Mate. This is one the most epic videos I’ve ever seen and makes me want to go work in a pencil factory.
I love stationery!
Look, I get we were all a lot younger in 1998. But I’m rewatching Cold Feet and look how little Hugh Dancy was in Season 2!
H.G. Wells: Do what you will with me Tempus, but I implore you, spare the girl.
Tempus: God, Herb, who writes your dialogue? You sound like The Prisoner of Zenda!
Tempus episodes are THE. BEST.
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Kylie’s coming home in time for Christmas!
It’s a Getting-prepared-for-the-Christmas-season Christmas miracle! 🎄
Australian Times before and After Daylight Saving Time.
See! This is yet another reason why I hate daylight savings!
In reference to my previous post, Schickel goes on to say on pg 261 that:
America is not merely a free country, it is a forgiving one—especially when it comes to youthful mistakes.
While I think this was a fair comment back in 2005 when the book was first released, in today’s context of it being perceived as socially acceptable to ruthlessly denigrate people through both mainstream and social media in some misbegotten conception of “civil justice,” I don’t believe this still stands as it did 15 years ago.
That said, a small group of people being loud does not necessarily represent the majority, and it’s that thought that gives me hope that forgiveness can still exist as a human function.
In later years, Kazan came to feel that audiences learnt to ‘respect it more—they feel more about it’ than they did on its initial release. This, he said in 1990, is because they had grown more conscious of the failure of so many revolutions. ‘The notion that a revolution is not people just singing about it’ had begun to dawn on them, he thought. His film, he came to think, did realise its largest ambition, which was ‘a rejection of a certain way of thinking… a rejection of over-facile, over-rigid, inhuman ways of saying the world must change.’
This is taken from pg 247 of Richard Schickel’s biography of Elia Kazan, talking about the aftermath of the film, Viva Zapata!, released in 1952. Kazan apparently made this comment in 1990, which is interesting since I’ve been reflecting recently on how far we may or may not have come in the last 30 years, back when preaching tolerance for all humankind was the order of the day. I’m not completely convinced that we haven’t regressed since then, but it’s interesting to read that in the decades since Kazan made that film to 1990, he might have thought we had progressed.