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I wish I knew Moon-Speak.
Gabe watching me struggle over Arabic
ourpresidents: The world’s first canned beer is sold on this day - January 24, 1935 How’s that for a historic anniversary?  You can thank Krueger’s Beer in Richmond, Virginia for making it happen with a first run of 2000 cans.   This photo from the FDR Library shows soldiers receiving World War II beer rations: Sgt. Henry Klein sells T/4 Ralph Lohman his ration of American beer. Seven cans were rationed in Sept. but future deliveries were uncertain. Birthday cheers for Canned Beer! -From the FDR Library’s Public Domain Photographs View high resolution

ourpresidents:

The world’s first canned beer is sold on this day - January 24, 1935

How’s that for a historic anniversary?  You can thank Krueger’s Beer in Richmond, Virginia for making it happen with a first run of 2000 cans.  

This photo from the FDR Library shows soldiers receiving World War II beer rations:

Sgt. Henry Klein sells T/4 Ralph Lohman his ration of American beer. Seven cans were rationed in Sept. but future deliveries were uncertain.

Birthday cheers for Canned Beer!

-From the FDR Library’s Public Domain Photographs

(Reblogged from ourpresidents)

Growth

Today I realized something about myself that I never before acknowledged.  I have an extreme urge to confront others, be it for something stupid, important, whatever.

I love it.  I embrace it.  I see only good things to come. (Also, my doctor told me a couple of weeks ago I grew half an inch!)

(Actually, I would like to mold my natural inclination into a more frank, impassionate, “standing three feet away but still in your face” specimen, rather than a passive-aggressive worming or a “First Blood” Rambo incoherent scream-fest.)

Wit

I wish i was witty, wit turns crabby people into appreciable presences.

In other (old) news, Peter Dinklage lives up ridiculously well to my Game of Thrones expectations.

I love you, I love you.  Oh Brother of mine.

foreforeforeforeforeforefore

I think for the next week/month/year/decade or so, I am going to type one line of “foreforeforeforefore…” a day.  This rather stupid assertion gets me thinking, why do I feel compelled to announce my stupid ideas?  My followers are scant, my dialogue with them smaller, as far as I know, no one actually reads any of my posts (sending hearts doesn’t require much effort).  Why do people have such an instinctual urge for feedback and interaction and whatever, are they afraid of being forgotten, do they need their existence confirmed through reciprocation, an offline word document, a journal/diary/whatever are just as efficient at storing their thoughts (maybe the internet’s super caching ability gives super existential reassurances, in my case, no one will even see evidence of my beautiful body of work)?

Whatever.  Another day, another thought, I’m gonna do it.

Morgan Freeman:  So begins another day, another rising sun, where Penguin can emerge as conqueror of this eroding land. (March of the Penguins) View high resolution

Morgan Freeman:  So begins another day, another rising sun, where Penguin can emerge as conqueror of this eroding land. (March of the Penguins)

(Source: ihatemusic1943)

(Reblogged from ihatemusic1943)

Nonsense #52

I really wish I didn’t keep my mini-notebook next to my one-week-old banana in my backpack.  My words get to pollute the world in digital wunderbarness while my notebook simmers in post-post-ripe banana smell.

I feel the writing urge.

For our protagonists we have two coconuts - Bill and Escuthion.  Bill was a cheery sort of coconut.  He beamed bright with his coconut smile, brim to brim.  Escuthion was more crabby than coconuty and hated alliteration.

Three triangles, four boxes - the possibilities.

“Puissant” means “to wither” in ancient Anglo Saxon.  It also means “diamond” in Tahiti.

Brimstone and fire, brimstone and fire, I am the king of serpents.

thesaxmachine: Whaling in the Faroe Islands has been practiced since about the time of the first Norse settlements on the islands and it is regulated by Faroese authorities. The hunts, called “grindadráp” in Faroese, are non-commercial and are organized on a community level; anyone can participate. The hunters first surround the pilot whales with a wide semicircle of boats. The boats then drive the pilot whales slowly into a bay or to the bottom of a fjord. Most Faroese consider the hunt an important part of their culture and history. View high resolution

thesaxmachine:

Whaling in the Faroe Islands has been practiced since about the time of the first Norse settlements on the islands and it is regulated by Faroese authorities. The hunts, called “grindadráp” in Faroese, are non-commercial and are organized on a community level; anyone can participate. The hunters first surround the pilot whales with a wide semicircle of boats. The boats then drive the pilot whales slowly into a bay or to the bottom of a fjord. Most Faroese consider the hunt an important part of their culture and history.

(Reblogged from thesaxmachine)

Beginnings of a Revival

Boot boot boot.  Boot boot boot.  Boot.  Boot.