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A police officer leads a group of students out of harm’s way at Santa Monica College following a shooting on campus; the students had been on a school field trip to the College’s planetarium. (Photo: Reed Saxon / AP via the New York Daily News)
4259 days after Sept. 11, One World Trade Center now stands at full height of 1776 feet.
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A truly striking photograph of One World Trade Center, which as we mentioned yesterday was topped with a spire to raise the structure to its full height — 1776 feet.
“Murdoch here.” Typical Wednesday afternoon in the office. I have a backlog of things to get through with Rupert and the rest of the world keeps calling.
Feb. 27, 2013
From the Orlando Sentinel:
A Brevard County man remained in jail late Tuesday, accused of shooting a teenager dead in an argument over loud music.
Michael David Dunn, 45, and his girlfriend were in Jacksonville Friday for Dunn’s son’s wedding when they stopped at a convenience store, Jacksonville sheriff’s Lt. Rob Schoonover said.
Jordan Russell Davis, 17, and several other teenagers were sitting in a sport utility vehicle in the parking lot when Dunn pulled up next to them in a car and asked them to turn down their music, Schoonover said.
Jordan and Dunn exchanged words, and Dunn pulled a gun and shot eight or nine times, striking Jordan twice, Schoonover said. Jordan was sitting in the back seat. No one else was hurt.
Dunn’s attorney Monday said her client acted responsibly and in self-defense. She did not elaborate.
Dunn’s girlfriend and the driver of Jordan’s vehicle were in Gate Food Post, 8251 Southside Blvd., when the shooting happened. Dunn and his girlfriend took off afterward, and witnesses jotted down their tag number, deputies said.
They were staying in a Jacksonville hotel when they heard a news report Saturday morning indicating someone had died in the shooting, deputies said. They then returned to Brevard.
Young, black, and playing music too loud?
You die. Florida-style.
Fuck.
Jason Collett - Rave On Sad Songs
"Happiness is for amateurs" - in my head since seeing Sarah Polley's tender and pretty fantastic Take This Waltz...
Breakfast tomorrow anyone?
Homemade mini Red Velvet Pancakes with Cream-cheese icing, stacked high on a stick, finished with Canadian maple syrup.
Mmmm mmmm!...
In 1938, Birmingham, England built three large dinosaur costumes. For some reason.
(See also: Dinosoaur Crossing, BatDino)
The mystery of Nessie. Solved.
let’s talk about this for a second
C’mon, America.
“I tried unsuccessfully to struggle, to cry out. But the people were so remote, the pain so immediate.” —Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
(art by Jack Fowler)
The orator becomes a writer - not connected to the 2012 'project' but a fantastic image...
“What we, or at any rate what I, refer to confidently as memory—meaning a moment, a scene, a fact that has been subjected to a fixative and thereby rescued from oblivion—is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling. Too many conflicting emotional interests are involved for life ever to be wholly acceptable, and possibly it is the work of the storyteller to rearrange things so that they conform to this end. In any case, in talking about the past we lie with every breath we take.” ― William Maxwell
Memory as a kind of narrative/storytelling, yes...but making life acceptable? Definitely resonates as I read McEwan's Enduring Love - will elaborate soon. (And great photo!...)
Never even a word was spoken about love between them… He, not speaking to her about love, saw that she is necessary to him like air, like everything and he loved her without limit.
Fyodor Dostoevsky’s notebooks on Crime and Punishment
Well, the big man's birthday is almost upon us.
For the colour and because I managed to make a right hash of these simple lines during my own Burns Night recitation at the weekend. (Too much Singleton of Dufftown!...)
Love, by its laws, desires us to enjoy a happiness that never ends.
from Alejo Carpentier’s novel, The Kingdom in This World (via quotingquotes)
Refreshing - goes against the grain of my current reading...
"This woman was convinced that all of London society was talking of her affair with the King, and that he was deeply perturbed. On one visit when she could not find a hotel room, she felt the King had used his influence to prevent her from staying in London. The one thing she knew for certain was that the King loved her. She loved him in return, but she resented him bitterly. He turned her away, and yet he never stopped giving her hope. He sent her signals that she alone could read, and he let her know that however inconvenient it was, however embarrassing and inappropriate, he loved her and always would. He used the curtains in the windows of Buckingham Palace to communicate with her. She lived her life in the prison gloom of this delusion. Her forlorn and embittered love was identified as a syndrome by the French psychiatrist who treated her, and who gave his name to her morbid passion. De Clerambault."
Text: Enduring Love
Image: Moroccan woman in veil - by Gaetan Gatian de Clerambault
Another great vintage photograph of Angela Davis with Toni Morrison, and her son Slade Morrison.
Beloved - on the 2012 list, of course...
"That precious time before love-making is ill-served by the pseudo-clinical term, 'foreplay'. The world would narrow and deepen, our voices would sink into the warmth of our bodies, the conversation became associative and unpredictable. Everything was touch and breath. Certain simple phrases came to me which I didn't say out loud because they sounded so banal - Here we are, or, This again, or Yes, this. Like a moment in a recurring dream, these spacious, innocent minutes were forgotten until we were back inside them. When we were, our lives returned to the essentials and began again. When we fell silent, we would lie so close we were mouth to mouth, delaying the union which bound us all the more because of this prelude."
Text: Enduring Love, Ian McEwan Image: Convertible Kiss, Kelli Connell
