Landscapes carved and painted into old books by Canadian artist Guy Laramee.
Normally I’m against cutting up books, but these are pretty awesome.
Fantastic gallery of pictures of Patrick Troughton, Jon Pertwee, Peter Davison, Laila Ward, and Colin Baker from the 1984 TARDIS 21 convention
I…. I can’t summarize it just in one sentence…
have a magnificent afternoon people.
seriously, Pat is like a hand puppet and jon pertwee is the ventriloquist xD
OMG IM CRYING
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost."
Date: Apr. 4, 2013
Contact: James P. Judge
Media & Public Relations Manager
BluePearl Veterinary Partners
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
NYPD Officer’s Cat Missing for 2 Years Found, Returned by Zombie
NEW YORK – Late Saturday night, the “Times Square Zombie” was walking on 42nd Street in Midtown Manhattan when he saw a black and white cat running rampant in the middle of the street.
Jeremy Zelkowitz, a 22-year-old Brooklyn native, who works as a promoter and dresses in character as a zombie for Times Scare, a year-round haunted house located on Eighth Avenue, saw the fugitive cat trying to enter Dallas BBQ and later Starbucks.
According to Zelkowitz, the cat then darted on and off of the road interrupting traffic. That’s when he and a friend decided to help and took the curious cat to nearby BluePearl Veterinary Partners specialty and emergency hospital in Manhattan on 55th Street.
Once at BluePearl, doctors used a microchip scanner and were able to determine the cat, named Disaster, belonged to Jimmy Helliesen, a Long Island resident and New York City Police Officer.
“When our staff initially called Mr. Helliesen, he couldn’t believe it and thought we were playing a practical joke on him,” said Steve Baker, hospital administrator of BluePearl in Manhattan. “He said Disaster had gone missing two years ago.”
According to Helliesen, he has been fostering cats at his home in Long Island that wind up at the precinct where he works until he can find them a home with suitable owners. Disaster was one of the first he took in, but about two years ago, he managed to claw through a screened window and got loose.
“This really goes to show the importance of micro-chipping your pets,” said Baker. “If you and your pet are separated, sooner or later, the odds of you and your pet being reunited are more likely thanks to this affordable technology.”
Micro-chipping is an inexpensive procedure where a tiny, rice-sized microchip is implanted under the pet’s skin and can be used by veterinarians or animal service workers to find the pet’s owner.
No one may ever know the full story of where Disaster spent the past two years or how he got from Long Island to Manhattan, but he has been reunited with Helliesen and is back at home in Long Island.
My 221B cosplay!
- Necklace is a skull charm for Sherlock and a revolver charm for John.
- Bracelet says “And honey you should see me in a crown,” and has a Moran quote from the books on the inside.
- Earrings are teacups. Just cause.
- Fabric purchased here.
- No other tea would do but Reichenbach Recovery, and yes I walked around with a full cup of tea all day. Twice, actually.
YOU ARE WAY TOO PRECIOUS
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What do you mean how did they get away with it?
History isn’t one straight line progressing towards a liberal society.
Look how much Americans attitudes have changed between 1980 and today. 1980 was the first time most very religious people voted, they abstained before that at the behest of their churches. Now they dictate policy at every election.
In my family photo album there are pictures from the 20s of a woman called ‘uncle bob’. She dressed in men’s clothing, and had a ‘companion’. This was a rough industrial town, they were working class, nobody cared. It was her business.
This is why politics is important - the moment you think everything is better today than it was in the past, you let other people take control of the direction society goes in - with you sitting back presuming we’re going forwards.
reblogging for the commentary
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