Two border patrol officers attempt to keep an American fugitive in America, while Mexican police try to keep him in Mexico.
We fixed your hip, sir.
this piece moved things inside me.
Antarctica is Easter Island.
Penguin Egg hunt on Robert Falcon Scott’s 1901 Discovery Expedition.
gimme dem specs.
The Death of FDR
On April 12, 1945, Franklin D. Roosevelt, 63, President of the United States serving his fourth term, died of a cerebral hemorrhage in his cottage at the Georgia Warm Springs Foundation.
Vice President Harry S. Truman took the oath of office as President at 7:09 P.M., in the Cabinet Room in the White House. Chief Justice Harlan F. Stone of the Supreme Court administered the oath.
Shown here is the White House Stenographer’s Diary on the day of FDR’s death.
-from the FDR Library
Via 50 Watts, 1960s illustrations for Don Quixote from around the world.
“Like most girls, my daughter hears, “That’s a pretty dress, did you pick it yourself?” or “What lovely hair you have,” or “You have the most amazing eyelashes,” or “I like the bows on your shoes,” or “You are so cute” almost every time somebody engages in conversation with her. If family, friends, shop assistants, complete strangers, and even Santa only remark on how girls look, rather than what they think and do, how can we expect girls to believe that they have anything more to offer the world than their beauty?”
the other day, after having read this excerpt, i was hanging out with my friend and her two-year-old daughter.
when face-to-face with this little thing, i found myself with absolutely no idea what to say once i removed the possibility of commenting on her overalls (i’d totally wear them if they were in my size… they were black with white whales!). awkward though i am**, you’d think i’m intelligent enough to come up with something—anything—to say, but no. i just stared at her until one of her parents saved me.
maybe it was one of those “don’t touch the red button” situations, but regardless… this is serious business that even i was stymied by, once it was pointed out as being the default m.o.
try censoring yourself next time. just for fun. see if it’s an issue. it was for me.
[**psa: i’m hilariously uncomfortable around young children; i’d rather talk to your asshole 7th grader for hours than be left alone for onefuckingsecond with your baby. how am i supposed to know what to do with that thing until it’s reached the age of reason, or at least learned the names of all the colors?]