![]() ![]() “Nothing’s wrong with it, but we’re going to the baseball house-you know, on Jock Row.” “It gets so warm inside those parties…maybe just take the scarf off? And the jacket?”įingering the gray, cable knit length around my neck, I breathe in the merino wool that’s the only thing keeping my neck warm and my cough from coming back. “But that sweater…” Tessa worries her bottom lip, chewing off some of the lipstick. The last thing I want is her changing her plans because of me. It’s going to keep me toasty warm tonight so I don’t catch a chill.” ![]() “I’m fine-that’s why I wore this sweater. ![]() Two to be exact, couch surfing and binging on random TV shows, consuming copious amounts of hot tea and chicken noodle soup. “Trust me, I’ve been home for the past few weekends-I needed this night out.” It’s more appropriate for a bonfire or night at home than a college party, and when Tessa shoots me that sympathetic face-lips turned down at the corners, eying me skeptically-I manage a soft laugh. Tessa-a girl I lived next door to in the dorms freshman and sophomore year and remained friends with-flips her perfectly coifed hair, eyeing up my soft sweater, the one I always wear when I’m getting over a cold, or sick, because it’s cozy, oversized, and comforting. “No offense, Scarlett, but if you didn’t feel good when I invited you to come with us tonight, you should have said something. ![]()
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![]() ![]() ![]() "Time is, to put it in its most impressive and some might say poncy-sounding form, my domain. Contains a passage from The Stone Rose by Jacqueline Rayner, which I'm starting to feel like I should be on commission for constantly plugging, but it best describes the idea behind this fic. I completely intended not to revisit this 'verse for awhile, but then I got this idea in my head and it demanded to be written. Notes: In what has become an annual tradition, I am posting Loved 'verse fic on Thanksgiving. All coming from here." He jerked his head back toward Mars, and the Doctor's eyes widened in horror. Summary: The other Doctor fixed him with his intense gaze. ![]() Rating: NC17 for slash, though not as graphic as it's gotten in the pastĭisclaimer: I own nothing, all hail the BBC Pairing: Loved 'verse, but mostly just alt!Tenth Doctor/Tenth Doctor the great tennant autograph request 2010. ![]() ![]() ![]() Repeat the politics/human resources switch in the above and the argument remains broadly the same. People are imprisoned for years without trial, or shot in the back of the neck or sent to die of scurvy in Arctic lumber camps: this is called elimination of unreliable elements. Millions of peasants are robbed of their farms and sent trudging along the roads with no more than they can carry: this is called transfer of population or rectification of frontiers. Defenceless villages are bombarded from the air, the inhabitants driven out into the countryside, the cattle machine-gunned, the huts set on fire with incendiary bullets: this is called pacification. In our time, political speech and writing are largely the defence of the indefensible … Thus political language has to consist largely of euphemism, question-begging and sheer cloudy vagueness. In his excellent essay Politics and the English Language (where he began the thought that ended with Newspeak), Orwell railed against the language crimes committed by politicians. In particular, Orwell would have utterly despised the language that HR people use. ![]() He would have hated their blind loyalty to power, their unquestioning faithfulness to process, their abhorrence of anything or anyone deviating from the mean. But I think there’s no denying that had he been alive today, Orwell – the great opponent and satirist of totalitarianism – would have deplored the bureaucratic repression of HR. ![]() ![]() Personally, I think my daughter has stumbled onto a more appropriate title: Thing One and Thing Two Go Bump. ![]() She calls the book One and Two, referring to the Cat and the Hat’s partners in mayhem, Thing One and Thing Two. I noticed this after my toddler quickly picked up on the narrative misdirection. Seuss chose the words cat and hat because he knew that toddlers could pronounce them and then just drew whatever he wanted to draw. The Whatever-It-Is in the Hat has small ears, round eyes, no snout to speak of, only a handful of whiskers, and long snaking tale. Seuss’s motives won’t address the most problematic thing about The Cat in the Hat, namely that the Cat in the Hat is not a cat.Īnatomically, this should be obvious. These are all interesting points and the book warrants a close-reading, but insight into Dr. ![]() ![]() Seuss noted that he intended for the Cat in the Hat to represent a kind of revolutionary spirit and scholars have posited that Cat in the Hat represents Geisel himself. Reaching for a list of easy-to-learn words, Geisel grabbed “cat” and “hat” and was off to the blue-haired, red-suited races. Seuss himself, created The Cat in the Hat in response to boring grade-school books like Dick and Jane. ![]() ![]() ![]() Thus, it makes sense that these two incidents would be the highlight of his legacy page, especially considering people still remember the man in revered tones. ![]() Tharakam fought for these massacred lives after quitting his job at the High Court as a form of protest. ![]() These were killings of several Dalit people of Tsundur and Karamchedu villages who lost their lives in caste-violence. Primarily the page records his contributions in the fight against the Tsundur massacre and the Karamchedu massacre in Andhra Pradesh. His legacy was preserved later in the virtual world when those indebted to the revered Telugu figure created a Wiki-page in his honour. Tharakam had no Wikipedia page to his name on September 16, 2016, when he succumbed to a brain tumor. One such example would be writer, poet, advocate and political activist Bojja Tharakam – an important figure in India’s long list of freedom fighters. It is hard to document a life, especially if the “life” in question has affected or improved thousands of other lives during its existence. ![]() ![]() ![]() It's a sweet tale but more importantly, it has Hoffman's beautiful voice, her particular brand of Magical Realism…which is SO magical. ![]() I was surprised at what a little thing it is, a short story, really, which is not my favorite format. I have gradually been reading Hoffman's oeuvre and popped this into my cart for an online book order. Little do Martha, Trout and Eel know that running away will lead them on a journey back to their own true natures…. She’s running away from her own memories – of her mother’s death, her father’s grief, and of the time before her heart was broken. Martha Glimmer, the boys’ loyal friend, has her own reasons to help them reach their hearts’ desire. Nicknamed Trout and Eel for their darting quickness and the mysterious webbing between their fingers and toes, the boys dream of the farthest seas and of a magical past they barely remember. Everyone dreads the water – except two brothers, Trevor and Eli McGill. Used book that is in clean, average condition without any missing. From the flap “ Oak Grove is a dry, dusty town haunted by memories of a past flood. Former library book may include library markings. ![]() ![]() ![]() His activism helped to preserve the Yosemite Valley, Sequoia National Park and other exquisite wilderness areas.He founded The Sierra Club, and petitioned the US Congress for the National Park bill that was passed in 1890, establishing Yosemite National Park. Acerca de John Muirīorn in 1838, John Muir was a Scottish-American naturalist, author, environmental philosopher and ahead-of-his-time advocate of preservation of wilderness in the United States.Muir’s works tell of his adventures in nature, especially in the Sierra Nevada of California. The diary he kept while tending sheep formed the heart of this book and eventually lured thousands of Americans to visit Yosemite country.John Muir (1838–1914) also known as "John of the Mountains", was a Scottish-American naturalist, author, environmental philosopher and early advocate of preservation of wilderness in the United States.The edition contains de complete illustrations published in black-white from the original. His record tracks that memorable experience, describing in picturesque terms the majestic vistas, flora and fauna, and other breathtaking natural wonders of the area.In the summer of 1869, John Muir, a young Scottish immigrant, joined a crew of shepherds in the foothills of California’s Sierra Nevada Mountains. Sinopsis First published in 1911, My First Summer in the Sierra incorporates the lyrical accounts and sketches he produced during his four-month stay in the Yosemite River Valley and the High Sierra. ![]() ![]() ![]() If you wanted to be scientifically correct, it would be “social mutual tolerance.” But it was more than that. And he got to know us and our dogs.įor want of a better word, the only thing I can say from a human perspective is that it amounted to friendship. But this went on for six years, so we got to know this wolf, whom we came to call Romeo, as an individual. ![]() It’s one thing to have a tolerant meeting with a wild wolf that goes on for a matter of minutes. ![]() But this wolf was downright relaxed and tolerant from the start, as if he had dropped out of the sky like a unicorn. Some are more cautious or fearful than others. Certain wolves are like dogs, and they all have different personalities. That’s not out of the question for wolves. The amazing thing about this animal was how relatively relaxed and tolerant he was. I’d had 20 years of experience around wolves up in the Arctic and immediately knew it was a wolf, not a dog. A few days later, I looked out from my house and there was this wolf out on the ice. The first thing I saw was tracks out on the lake in front of our house on the outskirts of Juneau. How did you first meet the wolf called Romeo? This is a wonderful book full of surprises that challenge cultural stereotypes of wolves, human beings, and dogs. ![]() ![]() The separation and isolation build in the movie and come to a sharp point before pivoting in a Native American ceremony with Wolf (Tatanka Means) and his father Willie Ortiz (Russell Means, Tatanka's real-life father). The aloneness an isolation of death and loss are hauntingly personified in these two scenes. Shortly thereafter Davey is alone, cradled by a New Mexico canyon, and calls out for her now dead father. Close to the beginning of the movie we are presented with a character's wish to rise up in a hot air balloon and never come down. ![]() The film holds a few masterful moments that telegraph to our hearts and minds the experience of grief. What is rendered on the screen is a spare yet moving meditation on the solitude of grief and the redemptive power of connection. Despite the Boston International Film Festival playing an unfinished version of the film that lacked surround sound and the rich deep and moody color the directer intended, the movie was lushly filmed and used the landscape surrounding Los Almos New Mexico as a silent-yet-powerful character in the film. Willia Holland stars as Davey and Tatanka Means stars as Wolf, the young man who who helps Davey find strength from loss. ![]() ![]() Her son, Lawrence Blume wrote the screen play and directed the film. Tiger Eyes, a young adult book written by Judy Blume in 1981 and the first of her movies to be brought to the big screen, is about a young girl trying to cope with the murder of her father. ![]() ![]() ![]() Follow the moose's tracks to see where he's been. Help the children notice the cover of the book with the picture that goes across the whole thing. ![]() Does this boy often offer muffins to passing strange moose? cookies to strange mice? What else has he been handing out? What will he do for the next book? The moose is chewing whatever in the woods, smells the cooking and the boy tosses him a muffin from the window. Speaking of beginnings, look at the beginning of this one.As with "Mouse," this story ends where it begins with another demand for a muffin with jam. As you can tell, the guest is a moose this time who wanders in, ready for a muffin with homemade blackberry jam. In each book, a simple, kindly action on the part of the little boy leads to a whole series of demands on the part of the recipient. ![]() If you liked If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, you'll like If You Give a Moose a Muffin by the same team. ![]() |