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hello, my flist. today is hannah glasse's 310th birthday. she wrote a cookbook that was notable for being written for normal people rather than professional chefs, like an eighteenth-century joy of cooking. neat!
in 1891 an african choir from south africa toured britain, even performing for queen victoria. have some photos of three of the singers.
this is just some celebrities with dogs.
fun with words. sometimes i really love twitter.
so on saturday i went to the boston march for our lives with tamalinn, one of her friends, and some of her friend's friends. one of the friends brought his very small child - like, the kid was four months old - for baby's first protest. there was a woman on the t with a bag of orange felt roses - apparently orange is the color of gun control - one of her friends had made them, and she gave me one and tamalinn one and tamalinn's friends one each and it was just really nice. (it's still on my coat.) the march actually started on time O.O so we were kind of towards the end. which was fine! there were still a lot of people and a lot of signs - so many people we kept bunching up and stopping - the teenager holding a sign that said "am i next?" was kind of heartbreaking. (i liked the guy with the "docs against glocks!" sign, myself.) there was a group of boston-area alums of marjory stoneman douglas high school - they were standing on the sidewalk with a banner - people waved at us from front stoops and put signs in their apartment windows and brought their dogs (a guy passed us with a little yippy dog wearing a little sign that said "dogs for gun control") and chanted and waved their signs and it was pretty fabulous. some of the stores along the route had supportive messages in their windows. and i randomly saw one of my cousins! not the one with the four kids, but the one whose son was bar mitzvahed last year. he was there with his daughter. so weird! but cool. also ed markey, one of our senators, was just standing on the sidewalk talking on his phone, with this tiny crowd of people standing around probably thinking "wait, is that senator markey?" and yes, yes it was.
we saw a lot of dogs, not just at the march but standing with their people on the sidewalk or just going about their business. the news figured about 50k in boston, which isn't shabby. me & tamalinn & co bowed out when we got to boston common, where there was some kind of rally, and went off to a. pee, and b. feed. i'm not sure what we accomplished, other than an excessive amount of awareness, but it was an impressive, impassioned gathering of people making themselves heard. there were tons of people everywhere. there were protests overseas, even.
sometimes my daily web comics get political.
For the community of Newtown, Connecticut,
where twenty students and six educators lost their
lives to a gunman at Sandy Hook Elementary School,
December 14, 2012
Now the bells speak with their tongues of bronze.
Now the bells open their mouths of bronze to say:
Listen to the bells a world away. Listen to the bell in the ruins
of a city where children gathered copper shells like beach glass,
and the copper boiled in the foundry, and the bell born
in the foundry says: I was born of bullets, but now I sing
of a world where bullets melt into bells. Listen to the bell
in a city where cannons from the armies of the Great War
sank into molten metal bubbling like a vat of chocolate,
and the many mouths that once spoke the tongue of smoke
form the one mouth of a bell that says: I was born of cannons,
but now I sing of a world where cannons melt into bells.
Listen to the bells in a town with a flagpole on Main Street,
a rooster weathervane keeping watch atop the Meeting House,
the congregation gathering to sing in times of great silence.
Here the bells rock their heads of bronze as if to say:
Melt the bullets into bells, melt the bullets into bells.
Here the bells raise their heavy heads as if to say:
Melt the cannons into bells, melt the cannons into bells.
Here the bells sing of a world where weapons crumble deep
in the earth, and no one remembers where they were buried.
Now the bells pass the word at midnight in the ancient language
of bronze, from bell to bell, like ships smuggling news of liberation
from island to island, the song rippling through the clouds.
Now the bells chime like the muscle beating in every chest,
heal the cracks in the bell of every face listening to the bells.
The chimes heal the cracks in the bell of the moon.
The chimes heal the cracks in the bell of the world.
Martín Espada, "Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World"
i'm going to florida tomorrow (technically later today >.< ) to spend half of passover with the fam, and i should really be in bed. but inception was on and i had to watch it.
in 1891 an african choir from south africa toured britain, even performing for queen victoria. have some photos of three of the singers.
this is just some celebrities with dogs.
fun with words. sometimes i really love twitter.
so on saturday i went to the boston march for our lives with tamalinn, one of her friends, and some of her friend's friends. one of the friends brought his very small child - like, the kid was four months old - for baby's first protest. there was a woman on the t with a bag of orange felt roses - apparently orange is the color of gun control - one of her friends had made them, and she gave me one and tamalinn one and tamalinn's friends one each and it was just really nice. (it's still on my coat.) the march actually started on time O.O so we were kind of towards the end. which was fine! there were still a lot of people and a lot of signs - so many people we kept bunching up and stopping - the teenager holding a sign that said "am i next?" was kind of heartbreaking. (i liked the guy with the "docs against glocks!" sign, myself.) there was a group of boston-area alums of marjory stoneman douglas high school - they were standing on the sidewalk with a banner - people waved at us from front stoops and put signs in their apartment windows and brought their dogs (a guy passed us with a little yippy dog wearing a little sign that said "dogs for gun control") and chanted and waved their signs and it was pretty fabulous. some of the stores along the route had supportive messages in their windows. and i randomly saw one of my cousins! not the one with the four kids, but the one whose son was bar mitzvahed last year. he was there with his daughter. so weird! but cool. also ed markey, one of our senators, was just standing on the sidewalk talking on his phone, with this tiny crowd of people standing around probably thinking "wait, is that senator markey?" and yes, yes it was.
we saw a lot of dogs, not just at the march but standing with their people on the sidewalk or just going about their business. the news figured about 50k in boston, which isn't shabby. me & tamalinn & co bowed out when we got to boston common, where there was some kind of rally, and went off to a. pee, and b. feed. i'm not sure what we accomplished, other than an excessive amount of awareness, but it was an impressive, impassioned gathering of people making themselves heard. there were tons of people everywhere. there were protests overseas, even.
sometimes my daily web comics get political.
For the community of Newtown, Connecticut,
where twenty students and six educators lost their
lives to a gunman at Sandy Hook Elementary School,
December 14, 2012
Now the bells speak with their tongues of bronze.
Now the bells open their mouths of bronze to say:
Listen to the bells a world away. Listen to the bell in the ruins
of a city where children gathered copper shells like beach glass,
and the copper boiled in the foundry, and the bell born
in the foundry says: I was born of bullets, but now I sing
of a world where bullets melt into bells. Listen to the bell
in a city where cannons from the armies of the Great War
sank into molten metal bubbling like a vat of chocolate,
and the many mouths that once spoke the tongue of smoke
form the one mouth of a bell that says: I was born of cannons,
but now I sing of a world where cannons melt into bells.
Listen to the bells in a town with a flagpole on Main Street,
a rooster weathervane keeping watch atop the Meeting House,
the congregation gathering to sing in times of great silence.
Here the bells rock their heads of bronze as if to say:
Melt the bullets into bells, melt the bullets into bells.
Here the bells raise their heavy heads as if to say:
Melt the cannons into bells, melt the cannons into bells.
Here the bells sing of a world where weapons crumble deep
in the earth, and no one remembers where they were buried.
Now the bells pass the word at midnight in the ancient language
of bronze, from bell to bell, like ships smuggling news of liberation
from island to island, the song rippling through the clouds.
Now the bells chime like the muscle beating in every chest,
heal the cracks in the bell of every face listening to the bells.
The chimes heal the cracks in the bell of the moon.
The chimes heal the cracks in the bell of the world.
Martín Espada, "Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World"
i'm going to florida tomorrow (technically later today >.< ) to spend half of passover with the fam, and i should really be in bed. but inception was on and i had to watch it.