My relationship with The New Yorker, my ability to read it & the brutal truth about how many hours there are in a day is a triumph of hope over experience. It's me as Elizabeth Taylor & the New Yorker as Richard Burton. "Perhaps I *will* resubscribe after all. Maybe it will be different this time?"
A photo of a snowy street scene in New York City. In the background are brick and stone buildings (shops all closed). Snow is flying through the air (it was windy, so the snow was not falling, but flying sideways. In the foreground is a row of Citi Bikes locked into their stations. They all have a foot of snow on their seats and on any other surface that can possibly collect snow.
The Citi Bikes in NYC are currently unavailable.
At first I misread that as "there's a bushtit park ..." and got SO excited.
But, of course, it is also very exciting to know where a nest is. Or even just locations where you can reliably see favorite birds (especially hard-to-see birds).
A goat who is reconsidering the final passage of her acceptance speech for her Nobel Peace Prize, which she won for her work on relations between Nubians and Saanans. She is smiling because she is toying with the idea of announcing that she wants to share the prize with Trump—hoping to lure him into range of her horns and those the rest of the goat delegation to Oslo. (A beautiful brown and white Nubian goat standing up next to a wire fence and looking off a bit to her right. The pasture behind her is a beautiful green, and in the background are farm fields, patches of woods, and a large barn painted a dark red color.)
A particularly lovely Pennsylvania goat on a perfect June day.
Interesting articles! Still a stupid design, at least in regards to getting the baby out.
A regular-sized envelope that was made specifically for the commemorative Nixon stamp. The right side of the envelope, where the stamp would go, was printed with the upper body of a man in a black suit behind prison bars. His hands are gripping the bars. The Nixon stamp completely the picture, with his head added to the body.
One of my cherished possessions. The envelope made to go with the Nixon stamps that were issued in 1995. Made by Tricky Envelopes in Santa Cruz, CA.
Those little baby ear floofs!
I just can't get past the fact that the size of the newborn is so big compared with the size of the mother. I mean—holy fuck. I know they don't have the stupidly designed pelvis and birth canal of humans, and I know that the pups are fully independent in weeks, but that baby is BIG. It's just crazy.
I'm a copyeditor—Chicago style. And the capitalization in the Trump's "truths" drive me fucking crazy.
Excellent idea, and holy fuck do we need the mood lightened.
She is AMAZING. I've mostly just seen short videos online (10 minutes long—at most), and I start laughing so hard that I usually have to stop several times during the video and walk around for a bit until I can start breathing correctly again.
I recently discovered Diane Morgan's brilliant comedy as Philomena Cunk, and this reminds me of the things that her mate Paul says. www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0fb...
Screenshot of weather app that says it's negative 4 degrees Fahrenheit (-20 Celsius), but with a "feels like" temperature of negative 16 (-26). Brrrr!
Yeah.
"People say to me all the time: 'Mr. President, sir, I've never seen a butt crack like yours! It's amazing!' They just love it. It's better than the so-called Grand Canyon. Most people haven't seen it, and that makes them very sad. But it's really magnificent."
I hear that, along with Dulles Airport and Penn Station, Trump is insisting that the Grand Canyon should be named after him, because his butt crack is the Biggest and Most Magnificent Canyon in All of North America.
Tom Homan: "My goal is a complete drawdown and end this surge [in Minneapolis] as soon as we can. But that is largely contingent upon the end of the illegal and threatening activities against ICE in the community."
Translation: The beatings will continue until morale improves.
"All we're talking about is having you poor people work harder for longer so we can give more tax breaks to the rich. Where is your sense of patriotism?"
And you had to go back to dumping wisteria vines (with SEEDS) on any land near Trump signs.
Also, spring happened and the snow melted.
Amazing the amount of fury and respect and humility you can feel at the same time.
Read this: A network of women donating breastmilk for the babies of women taken by ICE goons.
Stop calling us names or we'll keep killing you.
Ross called Good a "fucking bitch" after he killed her.
Some people would agree with that, even if they recoiled at her murder.
This article ignores several important factors: Good was a woman; Pretti was a man. And Good was a lesbian. Her last words were filmed: "That's fine, dude. I'm not mad at you," which—to some people—would sound "uppity" and disrespectful. Good's wife was also saying things that'd sound "uppity."
People really ought to watch this. Not only does it have good information, but it's also wickedly funny.
Useful info on what to do if you're pepper-sprayed here.
Ditto!
I was just going to link to that page. She really deserves the Nobel Prize in Pot Holders. Absolutely AMAZING research there.
I tried looking it up. I found this article, but they also say there's no clear proof. And now I'm really curious. Especially since this article says P. Bryant's Wikipedia page keeps being altered to delete comments about the possible relation.
Alex Pretti’s coworkers take a moment of silence this morning
