Lamps in the Fog 1946 by František Hudeček

 Lamps in the Fog 1946 by František Hudeček

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One Horse Town

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One Horse Town

Blackberry Smoke

In the tiny town where I come from

You grew up doing what your daddy does

And you don't ask questions you do it just because

You don't climb to high or dream too much

With a whole lot of work and a little bit of luck

You can wind up right back where your daddy was

This little bitty town it ain't nothing new

We all stick around 'cause they all tell us too

Swallow your pride just to make your family proud

If I didn't think that it would shut the whole place down

I'd ride my pony right out of this one horse town

Yeah this one horse town

I'm an old married man at the age of twenty three

Got two little boys on the baseball team

And that might be their only ticket out

All they got is a worn out name

And a daddy that could've gone all the way

But I hung my saddle up and I settled down

This little bitty town, oh it ain't nothing new

We all stick around 'cause they all tell us too

Swallow your pride just to make your family proud

If I didn't think that it would shut the whole place down

I'd ride my pony right out of this one horse town

Yeah this one horse town

Oh yeah

This little bitty town, oh yeah it ain't nothing new

We all stick around 'cause they all tell us too

Swallow your pride just to keep your family proud

If I didn't think that it would shut the whole thing down

I'd saddle that one horse and ride it right out of this town

Quote

The capacity for loyalty is stretched too thin when it tries to attach itself to the hypothetical solidarity of the human race.

— Christopher Lasch pic.twitter.com/cn44t6csVN

— A New Radical Centrism (@a_centrism) August 23, 2020

Offbeat Humor

These birds look like they were choreographed by Bob Fosse pic.twitter.com/5babPQlWXo

— Ashley Nicole Black (@ashleyn1cole) August 15, 2020

In peace lingers the dream of safety.

Enid & Geraint

by Grim

Once strong, from solid

Camelot he came

Glory with him, Geraint,

Whose sword tamed the wild.

Fabled the fortune he won,

Fame, and a wife.

The beasts he battled

With horn and lance;

Stood farms where fens lay.

When bandits returned

To old beast-holds

Geraint gave them the same.

And then long peace,

Purchased by the manful blade.

Light delights filled it,

Tournaments softened, tempered

By ladies; in peace lingers

the dream of safety.

They dreamed together. Darkness

Gathered on the old wood,

Wild things troubled the edges,

Then crept closer.

The whispers of weakness

Are echoed with evil.

At last even Enid

Whose eyes are as dusk

Looked on her Lord

And weighed him wanting.

Her gaze gored him:

He dressed in red-rust mail.

And put her on palfrey

To ride before or beside

And they went to the wilds,

Which were no longer

So far. Ill-used,

His sword hung beside.

By the long wood, where

Once he laid pastures,

The knight halted, horsed,

Gazing on the grim trees.

He opened his helm

Beholding a bandit realm.

Enid cried at the charge

Of a criminal clad in mail!

The Lord turned his horse,

Set his untended shield:

There lacked time, there

Lacked thought for more.

Villanous lance licked the

Ancient shield. It split,

Broke, that badge of the knight!

The spearhead searched

Old, rust-red mail.

Geraint awoke.

Master and black mount

Rediscovered their rich love,

And armor, though old

Though red with thick rust,

Broke the felon blade.

The spear to-brast, shattered.

And now Enid sees

In Geraint's cold eyes

What shivers her to the spine.

And now his hand

Draws the ill-used sword:

Ill-used, but well-forged.

And the shock from the spear-break

Rang from bandit-towers

Rattled the wood, and the world!

Men dwelt there in wonder.

Who had heard that tone?

They did not remember that sound.

His best spear broken

On old, rusted mail,

The felon sought his forest.

Enid's dusk eyes sense

The strength of old steel:

Geraint grips his reins.

And he winds his old horn,

And he spurs his proud horse,

And the wood to his wrath trembles.

And every bird

From the wild forest flies,

But the Ravens.

History

in 1862 Charles Darwin received a flower from Madagascar with the nectar located in an extremely deep crevasse. He predicted the existence of a moth with an extraordinarily long tongue to reach the nectar. Xanthopan morganii was discovered 150 years later https://t.co/8Xw5XWcVTM pic.twitter.com/DtX16cYkri

— Massimo (@Rainmaker1973) August 23, 2020

I see wonderful things

"Ghost apples" in the Fruit Ridge area of Kent County, Michigan, occur when freezing rain envelops rotting apples before they fall and the apples turn pulpy and slip out but the icy shells are still left hanging on the tree.
image : Woodtv8#WyrdWednesday pic.twitter.com/fubVRB2dYw

— The glowworms (@theglowworms) August 19, 2020

Data Talks

When deciding between 2 candidates for a desirable job (interesting, popular), 57% of people selected the more attractive candidate

When deciding between 2 candidates for an undesirable job (boring, unpopular), 65% chose the less attractive candidatehttps://t.co/SfDPKosiIo pic.twitter.com/yRicbYdtCa

— Rob Henderson (@robkhenderson) August 18, 2020

The Front Fell Off

 From Clarke and Dawe - The Front Fell Off

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An Insight

The fundamental trade-off for teams doing complex tasks in two graphs: As team size goes up, people work less. Social loafing leads to 10% drops in individual effort for biggest teams.... but collaboration also increases collective intelligence, offsetting the drop in effort! pic.twitter.com/HctWYUU2A2

— Ethan Mollick (@emollick) August 22, 2020