Gordon Hanson, Photo by George Platt Lynes, 1954
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Gordon Hanson, Photo by George Platt Lynes, 1954
Man Ray. Lee Miller, 1930.
Weird but delicious dinner of zucchini blossom fritters, homemade miso soup, and a Jamaican beef patty. The ol’ Tuesday night mish mosh special.
My sister texted me today that she had zucchini blossoms from her garden. I have not had any yet this summer so we hightailed it over there to pick them up. They’re soooo good.
The Gleaming Ones - Michel Buylen
Belgian, b. 1953 -
Oil on panel , 30 x 40 cm.
I don't think it's unreasonable for our public officials to be expected to prove they're alive and not in a coma to be able to retain their office.
If someone were, as a random example, say hospitalized for over two weeks with no explanation, I think that should automatically trigger a special election to replace them.
If you're still able to do your job, then prove it. And if you're not, then you're actively obstructing democracy by not stepping down.
Which is to say, that if a public official were to pass away or into a coma, and their handlers choose to obfuscate that fact, this should be seen as intentionally obstructing democracy.
And there should be, you know, consequences for the people who would do such a thing.
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I just cleaned up yet another poop (thankfully on the hard floor but not on the pee pad) because some people and I don’t want any names **cough cough Martha cough** will not do any of their normal business outside if: it’s dark, it’s overcast, it looks like it might rain, it has rained, or, and this is the most important one, it’s currently raining. As one might imagine this has been especially difficult time considering we’ve had rain here since Saturday evening on and off every day and it’s currently Tuesday.
Why did I not bring snacks with me?? I am ravenous but also this has been a very good day otherwise so I will suck it up about this minor tactical error.
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Nothing like a crazy thunderstorm storm with high winds to have you running to shut every umbrella and grab every towel you had hanging outside and rescue the wireless speaker before it all erupts. I was in such a happy food and drink, stupor ten minutes ago and now my heart is racing from all the cardio. Ugh, all the poor dogs who hate thunderstorms and fireworks. This is a double whammy. Thankfully, my two dogs are unbothered, but I think about all those nervous dogs out there at times like this. And my son just went to grad party, which I doubt was meant to be indoors. I hope they can still have their party. We’re probably going to have the same problem next weekend when we have his festivities. This reminds me, I better clean the inside of the house too because we might have to move things inside for that too. Summer storms are always this way.
in honor of america's 250th birthday approaching, here's your friendly reminder that this poem by emma lazarus (a jewish-american woman) is on a plaque attached to the statue of liberty:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
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Strawberries - John Thorgren
Swedish , 1918-2000
Colour lithograph , 56 x 79 cm. Ed. 105/310.