Jim Tumbls.

2 September 2010


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29 August 2010


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Time sneaks up on you like a windshield on a bug.

— John Lithgow

28 August 2010


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emersunn:

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Tearing out my eyes.

Ouch.

26 August 2010 reblog: factualfiction


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25 August 2010


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24 August 2010 reblog: nickdouglas


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23 August 2010


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22 August 2010


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George Washington: A God? Part II

The Apotheosis of Washington in the eye of the Rotunda of the U.S. Capitol was painted in the true fresco technique by Constantino Brumidi in 1865. Brumidi depicted George Washington rising to the heavens in glory, flanked by female figures representing Liberty and Victory/Fame.”

The word “apotheosis” in the title means literally the raising of a person to the rank of a god, or the glorification of a person as an ideal. Fascinating.

21 August 2010


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19 August 2010


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19 August 2010


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Sunday sure was a scorcher in that 3:00 hour… The RealFeel was officially hotter than hell.

17 August 2010


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George Washington: A God? Part I

In 1832 a statue was commissioned to celebrate the centennial of George Washington’s birth. The sculptor modeled the statue on the Statue of Zeus at Olympia, thus comparing President the First to the god of all Greek gods. Fascinating.

17 August 2010 George Washington zeus god


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World, meet my great-great-great-great-grandfather (my mother’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father), William Henry Nassau Brennian of Ireland, 1827-1885.

16 August 2010


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Plays: 6

 

“I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.”

15 August 2010 mozart freedom true beauty


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