tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13006829463495322692024-03-18T15:14:32.732-04:00Thing FinderCharleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.comBlogger23003125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-27180655384136702512024-03-18T15:14:00.000-04:002024-03-18T15:14:00.138-04:00A small elegy<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b>A Small Elegy</b></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div>By Jiri Orten</div><div><br /></div><div>My friends have left. Far away, my darling is asleep.</div><div>Outside, it's as dark as pitch.</div><div>I'm saying words to myself, words that are white</div><div>in the lamplight and when I'm half-asleep I begin</div><div>to think about my mother. Autumnal recollection.</div><div>Really, under the cover of winter, it's as if I know</div><div>everything---even what my mother is doing now.</div><div>She's at home in the kitchen. She has a small child's stove</div><div>toward which the wooden rocking horse can trot,</div><div>she has a small child's stove, the sort nobody uses today, but</div><div>she basks in its heat. Mother. My diminutive mom.</div><div>She sits quietly, hands folded, and thinks about</div><div>my father, who died years ago.</div><div>And then she is skinning fruit for me. I am</div><div>in the room. Sitting right next to her. You've got to see us,</div><div>God, you bully, who took so much. How</div><div>dark it is outside! What was I going to say?</div><div>Oh, yes, now I remember. Because</div><div>of all those hours I slept soundly, through calm</div><div>nights, because of all those loved ones who are deep</div><div>in dreams---Now, when everything's running short,</div><div>I can't stand being here by myself. The lamplight's too strong.</div><div>I am sowing grain on the headland.</div><div>I will not live long.</div></blockquote><div><br /></div>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-40119344196919263422024-03-18T13:54:00.000-04:002024-03-18T13:54:00.137-04:00History<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">A lovely colour shot of Sir Ernest Shackleton's doomed trans-Antarctic exploration ship The Endurance, which broke up & sank on 21st November 1915. This paget plate was taken by Frank Hurley a couple of months beforehand and was one of the few colour photos he saved from the ice. <a href="https://t.co/wk1AYdOYvu">pic.twitter.com/wk1AYdOYvu</a></p>— BabelColour (@StuartHumphryes) <a href="https://twitter.com/StuartHumphryes/status/1754976667091542056?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 6, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-71857399314241768302024-03-18T12:42:00.000-04:002024-03-18T12:42:00.141-04:00An Insight<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">"[A] variety of evidence suggest[s] that <br /><br />(a) human capital is a more basic source of growth than are the institutions, <br /><br />(b) poor countries get out of poverty through good policies, often pursued by dictators, and <br /><br />(c) subsequently improve their political institutions." <a href="https://t.co/42FDRZ4dXS">pic.twitter.com/42FDRZ4dXS</a></p>— Garett is raising money for the Richmond SPCA (@GarettJones) <a href="https://twitter.com/GarettJones/status/1755374304244412507?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 7, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-54246919049012179262024-03-18T11:55:00.000-04:002024-03-18T11:55:00.149-04:00I see wonderful things<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">Amazing: A gecko trapped in amber, almost perfectly preserved after 54 million years. <a href="https://t.co/gWnYJDlZDx">https://t.co/gWnYJDlZDx</a> <a href="https://t.co/qD6qgoJUg0">pic.twitter.com/qD6qgoJUg0</a></p>— Steve Stewart-Williams (@SteveStuWill) <a href="https://twitter.com/SteveStuWill/status/1755007033085239375?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 6, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-82637401002381601292024-03-18T10:59:00.000-04:002024-03-18T10:59:00.136-04:00Offbeat Humor<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">Britain summed up in one headline. It has everything: passive aggression, pettiness, mild protest, humour and overrunning roadworks. There’s even a grey sky. Bravo. <a href="https://t.co/p9aMUj4RVs">pic.twitter.com/p9aMUj4RVs</a></p>— VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) <a href="https://twitter.com/SoVeryBritish/status/1755194954274508937?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 7, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-74381196237930367642024-03-18T09:52:00.000-04:002024-03-18T09:52:00.141-04:00Data Talks<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">"Less discussed is the fact that public confidence in colleges has fallen significantly across all ideological groups since 2015." <a href="https://t.co/SXcmoBhN1d">https://t.co/SXcmoBhN1d</a> <a href="https://t.co/gExZozcq7D">pic.twitter.com/gExZozcq7D</a></p>— Steve Stewart-Williams (@SteveStuWill) <a href="https://twitter.com/SteveStuWill/status/1747060033555476537?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">January 16, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-59547098307913112692024-03-18T08:45:00.001-04:002024-03-18T08:45:00.144-04:00Moonlight by Eyvind EarleMoonlight by Eyvind Earle<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVz1KUl-Kp3RJkbhSdmb4bdYOTToxuV6Q3tPUwvNT7GmlLPWj95AaIuyJrtULcsaejt5yeR_M7ySa51lwLUK95UpOm7zjW9MAbva-lpDcX9JiwV6korevBT3OFBjSaVPbCrC8KCghoDPv6GR81v12Zpq8T-mRnp7TfTcUHN-y9buYtJ1k0otAK3TV5oY/s742/GFg4amFWQAA1crm.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="742" data-original-width="640" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVz1KUl-Kp3RJkbhSdmb4bdYOTToxuV6Q3tPUwvNT7GmlLPWj95AaIuyJrtULcsaejt5yeR_M7ySa51lwLUK95UpOm7zjW9MAbva-lpDcX9JiwV6korevBT3OFBjSaVPbCrC8KCghoDPv6GR81v12Zpq8T-mRnp7TfTcUHN-y9buYtJ1k0otAK3TV5oY/w388-h450/GFg4amFWQAA1crm.jpeg" width="388" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Click to enlarge.</div><div><br /></div>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-28048036615775016512024-03-17T14:09:00.000-04:002024-03-17T14:09:00.130-04:00One Art<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b>One Art</b></div><div>by Elizabeth Bishop </div><div><br /></div><div>The art of losing isn’t hard to master;</div><div>so many things seem filled with the intent</div><div>to be lost that their loss is no disaster.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lose something every day. Accept the fluster</div><div>of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.</div><div>The art of losing isn’t hard to master.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then practice losing farther, losing faster:</div><div>places, and names, and where it was you meant</div><div>to travel. None of these will bring disaster.</div><div><br /></div><div>I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or</div><div>next-to-last, of three loved houses went.</div><div>The art of losing isn’t hard to master.</div><div><br /></div><div>I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,</div><div>some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.</div><div>I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.</div><div><br /></div><div>—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture</div><div>I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident</div><div>the art of losing’s not too hard to master</div><div>though it may look like (<i>Write it!</i>) like disaster.</div></blockquote><div><br /></div>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-33919122005657707372024-03-17T13:44:00.000-04:002024-03-17T13:44:00.143-04:00History<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">An absolutely fantastic <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/Roman?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#Roman</a> ship, "De Meern 1", lenght 25m. It was wrecked in a winding tributary of the Rhine around the year 190 AD, possibly due to navigational error. Much of the ship’s interior and the captain's personal... 1/2<a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/LimesCongress2022?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#LimesCongress2022</a><a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/RomanArchaeology?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#RomanArchaeology</a> <a href="https://t.co/Q0dgggO73X">pic.twitter.com/Q0dgggO73X</a></p>— Nina Willburger (@DrNWillburger) <a href="https://twitter.com/DrNWillburger/status/1562759939356909568?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">August 25, 2022</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-59029225591956404272024-03-17T12:58:00.000-04:002024-03-17T12:58:00.247-04:00An Insight<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">Fertility is a dynamically evolving phenomenon.<br /><br />Some of the facts about fertility have changed over time🧵<br /><br />Consider the relationship with income. Across the OECD, we went from a negative national-level relationship to a generally positive one: <a href="https://t.co/SUB3CFOwc1">pic.twitter.com/SUB3CFOwc1</a></p>— Crémieux (@cremieuxrecueil) <a href="https://twitter.com/cremieuxrecueil/status/1754993040077332574?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 6, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-52646101428650231472024-03-17T11:40:00.000-04:002024-03-17T11:40:00.132-04:00I see wonderful things<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">‘Sistine Chapel of the Ancients’ - Ice Age Rock Art discovered in remote Amazon forest :<br /><br />Ice Age Canvas - known as Sistine Chapel of the Ancients, painted 12,600 years ago discovered hidden in Amazon rainforest, a 8 miles stretch of cliff in Colombia that is covered by tens of… <a href="https://t.co/EDmbE54u3r">pic.twitter.com/EDmbE54u3r</a></p>— Archaeo - Histories (@archeohistories) <a href="https://twitter.com/archeohistories/status/1754375434593341794?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 5, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-78049281106763875602024-03-17T10:43:00.000-04:002024-03-17T10:43:00.130-04:00Offbeat Humor<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">Harvard: hey Kanye, why are you so sad?<br /><br />Kanye: I just lost a billion dollars<br /><br />Harvard: me too! What happened?<br /><br />Kanye: I was caught being antisemitic.<br /><br />Harvard: me too! Those Jews. Here give me a hug. <br /><br />UNRWA walks in: guys. You won't believe what just happened.</p>— The Mossad: Satirical, Yet Awesome (@TheMossadIL) <a href="https://twitter.com/TheMossadIL/status/1752106137237762555?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">January 29, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-45622471835463889622024-03-17T09:51:00.000-04:002024-03-17T09:51:00.256-04:00Data Talks<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">“How did astrology fair when we applied these models to predict life outcomes?<br /><br />“Absolutely horribly - it had no ability to predict the 37 outcomes. Compare this to personality traits, which predicted the outcomes with a reasonable level of accuracy.” <a href="https://t.co/h3A4cjkKTz">https://t.co/h3A4cjkKTz</a></p>— Steve Stewart-Williams (@SteveStuWill) <a href="https://twitter.com/SteveStuWill/status/1746897710375145611?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">January 15, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-55941368085664433642024-03-17T08:38:00.000-04:002024-03-17T08:38:00.132-04:00High seas, 1886 by Adolfo Ocon y Toribio (Spain, 1860-1939)High seas, 1886 by Adolfo Ocon y Toribio (Spain, 1860-1939)<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3PnJTqFGxpAM9YEW8yb3f1XE5QaKD8RJOv2D4_x2sEdQNkRG5va3SScm4jljDuRA_BRPWI7VC5vxIoCb9Zn-qFZboGl1aP74EvdrTxuezzfndahU3HWd91Z9SYysIhgdPkLEdnimHcMYO56T3_y9X2m1p153vfzwR_E83dJ-6aVUASyuV6FvQAuCEOQk/s1199/Marina_Alta_mar_(45012498391).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1199" data-original-width="736" height="562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3PnJTqFGxpAM9YEW8yb3f1XE5QaKD8RJOv2D4_x2sEdQNkRG5va3SScm4jljDuRA_BRPWI7VC5vxIoCb9Zn-qFZboGl1aP74EvdrTxuezzfndahU3HWd91Z9SYysIhgdPkLEdnimHcMYO56T3_y9X2m1p153vfzwR_E83dJ-6aVUASyuV6FvQAuCEOQk/w344-h562/Marina_Alta_mar_(45012498391).jpg" width="344" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Click to enlarge.</div><div><br /></div>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-76821577147521558732024-03-16T15:05:00.001-04:002024-03-16T15:05:00.180-04:00The Same Water<div><b>The Same Water</b></div><div>By Marina Tsvetaeva </div><div><br /></div><div>The same water—a different wave.</div><div>What matters is that it is a wave.</div><div>What matters is that the wave will return.</div><div>What matters is that it will always return different.</div><div>What matters most of all: however different the returning wave, it will always return as a wave of the sea.</div><div>What is a wave? Composition and muscle. The same goes for lyric poetry.</div><div><br /></div>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-74051036628576303582024-03-16T13:12:00.000-04:002024-03-16T13:12:00.129-04:00History<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">Ten months ago, we launched the Vesuvius Challenge to solve the ancient problem of the Herculaneum Papyri, a library of scrolls that were flash-fried by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 AD.<br /><br />Today we are overjoyed to announce that our crazy project has succeeded. After 2000… <a href="https://t.co/fihs9ADb48">pic.twitter.com/fihs9ADb48</a></p>— Nat Friedman (@natfriedman) <a href="https://twitter.com/natfriedman/status/1754519304471814555?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 5, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-19287406002638700002024-03-16T12:14:00.000-04:002024-03-16T12:14:00.127-04:00An Insight<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">Any political ideology that embraces censoring scientific discussion as a legitimate gov't power gives up the moral authority to call its ideological opponents "fascist."</p>— Jay Bhattacharya (@DrJBhattacharya) <a href="https://twitter.com/DrJBhattacharya/status/1754537289907327019?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 5, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-48359337491137816222024-03-16T11:18:00.001-04:002024-03-16T11:18:00.127-04:00I see wonderful things<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">The “library” finally finished, almost two years after moving in; it’s got bookshelves, lamps, candles, and …books! 🥰 📚 <a href="https://t.co/Tc2BwJDqmd">pic.twitter.com/Tc2BwJDqmd</a></p>— Aidan O’Sullivan (@AidanOSulliva15) <a href="https://twitter.com/AidanOSulliva15/status/1754078077276082614?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 4, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-85065857306010880202024-03-16T10:41:00.000-04:002024-03-16T10:41:00.148-04:00Offbeat Humor<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">Substack <a href="https://t.co/bjS68nkV2P">https://t.co/bjS68nkV2P</a></p>— Alex Berenson (@AlexBerenson) <a href="https://twitter.com/AlexBerenson/status/1754577073115410497?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 5, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-7137351011113125662024-03-16T09:42:00.000-04:002024-03-16T09:42:00.136-04:00Data Talks<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p lang="en" dir="ltr">The Italianisation of the West <a href="https://t.co/j5wKpGSa7R">https://t.co/j5wKpGSa7R</a></p>— Giulio Mattioli (@giulio_mattioli) <a href="https://twitter.com/giulio_mattioli/status/1754577007705284817?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 5, 2024</a></blockquote> <script async src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" charset="utf-8"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-80347511571363024142024-03-16T08:34:00.000-04:002024-03-16T08:34:00.139-04:00Psyché, 1883 by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (French, 1836–1911)Psyché, 1883 by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (French, 1836–1911)<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8OqQSgqJGb6urK0ie3au86tVUjaEaBp1pU2k87ucaarW5hKq5lH4XVALExiPKoIQES7ewmnx2lq5any4HnzvKazCvMajiKG-Mz98R3tcrGBDFILZT66fJBtYYrE3fAorWqz2rxlNU-Z2e7MUNSR3cutB76Q9Cn33ZVNr0hKRqWQ3LUF37fWZZ6mWs0Q/s1200/GFjwWWQXIAAnyxo.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="801" height="538" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8OqQSgqJGb6urK0ie3au86tVUjaEaBp1pU2k87ucaarW5hKq5lH4XVALExiPKoIQES7ewmnx2lq5any4HnzvKazCvMajiKG-Mz98R3tcrGBDFILZT66fJBtYYrE3fAorWqz2rxlNU-Z2e7MUNSR3cutB76Q9Cn33ZVNr0hKRqWQ3LUF37fWZZ6mWs0Q/w360-h538/GFjwWWQXIAAnyxo.jpeg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Click to enlarge.</div><div><br /></div>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-67412351275614549962024-03-15T18:24:00.004-04:002024-03-15T18:24:29.873-04:00The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm <blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div><b>The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm </b></div><div>By Wallace Stevens </div><div><br /></div><div>The house was quiet and the world was calm.</div><div>The reader became the book; and summer night</div><div><br /></div><div>Was like the conscious being of the book.</div><div>The house was quiet and the world was calm.</div><div><br /></div><div>The words were spoken as if there was no book,</div><div>Except that the reader leaned above the page,</div><div><br /></div><div>Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be</div><div>The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom</div><div><br /></div><div>The summer night is like a perfection of thought.</div><div>The house was quiet because it had to be.</div><div><br /></div><div>The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:</div><div>The access of perfection to the page.</div><div><br /></div><div>And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,</div><div>In which there is no other meaning, itself</div><div><br /></div><div>Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself</div><div>Is the reader leaning late and reading there.</div></blockquote><div><br /></div>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-47897165738446994172024-03-15T17:00:00.002-04:002024-03-15T17:00:29.306-04:00Beginning My Studies<div style="text-align: left;"><b>Beginning My Studies</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">by Walt Whitman</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Beginning my studies, the first step pleas'd me so much,</div><div>The mere fact, consciousness—these forms—the power of motion,</div><div>The least insect or animal—the senses—eyesight;</div><div>The first step, I say, aw'd me and pleas'd me so much,</div><div>I have never gone, and never wish'd to go, any farther,</div><div>But stop and loiter all my life, to sing it in ecstatic songs.</div><div><br /></div></div>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-72045487300230482032024-03-15T13:41:00.000-04:002024-03-15T13:41:00.136-04:00History<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">Petra Theater, also known as Nabatean Theater, a historically significant structure located in the ancient city of Petra, Jordan.<br /><br />Carved into the rose-red cliffs by the Nabateans over 2000 years ago, it is a prime example of their architectural prowess. This magnificent… <a href="https://t.co/KEGpnDyRGt">pic.twitter.com/KEGpnDyRGt</a></p>— Archaeo - Histories (@archeohistories) <a href="https://twitter.com/archeohistories/status/1754385053466161266?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 5, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300682946349532269.post-84098112019868978292024-03-15T12:11:00.000-04:002024-03-15T12:11:00.129-04:00An Insight<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en">Don Lemon's face when Morgan Freeman goes off script is Gold 🤣<br /><br />Maybe it’s time for a ‘Morgan Freeman Interview Series’ to tackle America’s victimhood culture 🇺🇸 <a href="https://t.co/Jo0jLVUu2l">pic.twitter.com/Jo0jLVUu2l</a></p>— Ed (@EdMagari) <a href="https://twitter.com/EdMagari/status/1752889475796000883?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 1, 2024</a></blockquote><p> </p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629826628363310792noreply@blogger.com0