Claire Keane

@theartofmadeline
DEAR READER
RMH
Xuebing Du
Jules of Nature
Today's Document
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Janaina Medeiros
hello vonnie
ojovivo
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
almost home

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Kiana Khansmith
i don't do bad sauce passes

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“So much darkness. Offer whatever light you can.” - Sandra Boynton
水族館
I want this as a print for my writing space!
I can phil it collins in the air tonight
THE 80s RULE!
More comics here.
Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on for ever. It is punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.
"Peter Pan," by James M. Barrie
I don’t know. You don’t know. We really don’t know.
Many years ago, a security guard at a building in which I worked waved me over. He just wanted to say hello. Apparently, out of the hundreds of people who walked in and out of the establishment every day, I was the only one who smiled and waved as I went by.
I'm terrible with names. Absolutely terrible. I forget almost as soon as somebody tells me, never mind somebody from over a decade ago. However, I remember that he was a respected professor in his country of origin. He happily showed me letters his former students wrote to him, and made sure to say goodbye to me on the day he was leaving to go back to his home country and teach.
In case anyone is wondering: Canada (and probably the U.S., too, but this happened while I was living up north, and they actually ran a campaign to raise awareness of how unfair it is) has a bit of a problem with under-utilizing some immigrants. That's a fancy way of saying, "You have all this education, skills, and work experience. Here's a job for people without any of that."
Anyways, I thought of this man as I made the mistake of reading the comments to a news article. There are too many people determined to be prejudice and ignorant, believing that anyone who isn't like them must be here illegally, a criminal, and/or uneducated and without marketable skills. Seriously? That's something that you can't really know just by looking at a person.
So, I guess my point is that I wish people would remember this. We don't know. That, and if you find yourself making a statement followed by, "Not you; I mean the *other ones*," then please: stop, and think about what it is you really want to say (which hopefully isn't that all brown people need to go away).
Thank you.
Where I come from - where I came from, so long ago - there are children who belong to the gods from the day they are born. Sometimes the parents make a promise, they bargain - the first daughter for a good corn crop this year, the second son if the fishnets are full all winter, if the wolves stay away. Those children, later they become the priests of the gods, and never mind if that was what they wanted or not... "But some, a very few, come to the gods all on their own. They find their way - long and far it is, sometimes - and they wander up to the altars, shy and clumsy and embarrassed and alone and when they get the words out, they say, 'Well. Here I am.' "They never become the priests, those, never, but they are greatly beloved.
“Summerlong,” by Peter S. Beagle
Currently on repeat in my head.
We have made you neither of heaven nor of earth, neither mortal nor immortal, so that with freedom of choice and with honor, as though the maker and molder of yourself, you may fashion yourself in whatever shape you shall prefer. You shall have the power to degenerate into the lower forms of life, which are brutish. You shall have the power, out of your soul'd judgment, to be reborn into the higher forms, which are diving."
from “Oration on the Dignity of Man,” by Giovanni Pico Della Mirandola
Watch: Liberal Redneck shows what it really means to support the troops with #22PushUpChallenge video.
Very proud to announce that Principal Lopez, known in some circles as Nadia, has just published a book: The Bridge To Brilliance. For those of you who followed her story last year, here’s an opportunity to learn more about her story. In addition to describing her journey, she shares lessons that she’s learned while founding a middle school in one of the city’s most economically disadvantaged neighborhoods. The New York Times called her book: “A valuable depiction of what it takes for principals and teachers to reach children in the most troubled communities.” Anyway, we’re proud of her. If you’re interested in education, want to be inspired, or just want to support Principal Lopez, you can get her book here: http://amzn.to/2bGcDKu
“I don’t even know her!”
- You do!
“Since when?”
- Since always. In your dreams.
Aw, this reminds me of my dad. I miss going "home" and digging through the pantry for things to eat. (Actually, I just miss "home," period.)
I immediately thought of @fixedthatforya.