ALL HANDS ON DECK.
"I just want to let you know what a nigger you are." -Jeffrey Whitman, owner of Uriahs Heating, Cooling, & Refrigeration in Columbus, OH
Jeffrey Whitman, in his own company vehicle, chased a Black man all the way to his home to repeatedly call him a nigger. pic.twitter.com/BMh3bHHBCS
— Shaun King (@shaunking) July 25, 2018
Month: July 2018
What do 90-somethings regret most? Many say, “Love.” ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
From this article in Medium by Lydia Sohn:
The radical relationship-based orientation of all my subjects caught me by surprise. As someone entering the height of my career, I expend much more energy on work than on relationships. And when I imagine my future, I envision what I will have accomplished rather than the quality of my interactions with those who are most important to me. These 90-something-year-olds emphasize the opposite when they look back on their lives. Their joys and regrets have nothing to do with their careers, but with their parents, children, spouses, and friends. Put simply, when I asked one person, “Do you wish you accomplished more?” He responded, “No, I wished I loved more.”
My conversations challenged me. I certainly won’t be giving up my job to hang out with my family more because I also recognize that satisfying careers and financial stability are great sources of fulfillment — which, in turn, affect family well-being. But these different perspectives helped me focus on what really matters in the face of competing responsibilities and priorities. That sermon really does not have to be the best sermon in the world when my son is starving for my attention. My husband really does not need to get the highest-paying job he can find if that means I can spend more time with him.
This article means a lot to me, as I personally think I focus more on love than on my career. It’s made me feel guilty at times, as I’ve not focused on getting better at photography over getting better at relationships.
For the last 10 to 12 years, when I’m around my family, I eschew an outward expression of my so-called beliefs and views. It’s a form of love. I love them more than my beliefs to avoid making them uncomfortable. This is not a reciprocated action.
This blog is my avenue for exploring disbelief. I avoid doing it in their presence, because when I do, they squirm and squeal. It’s been a compromise for the greater good.
I’m at a point where I’m likely not going to go visit family in any visible future. No more holidays. No more visits. I can only do so much of the one-way, uphill battle toward mutual acceptance and can only take so much of the imbalanced expressions of love.
But thems the ways the cookie crumbles.
Surprise, your reality has been augmented … or something
This video shows what it must be like to control the world with digital enhancements.
Wow.
“Just remember, what you are seeing and what you are reading is not what’s happening” Trump says at the Veterans of Foreign Wars convention
This quote is often being circulated with the following wing dinger:
Must see trailer: welcome to Marwen
This trailer is worth a watch. But, I must write, with trailers like these, who needs to watch the movie?
From youtube:
When a devastating attack shatters Mark Hogancamp (Carell) and wipes away all memories, no one expected recovery. Putting together pieces from his old and new life, Mark meticulously creates a wondrous town where he can heal and be heroic. As he builds an astonishing art installation—a testament to the most powerful women he knows—through his fantasy world, he draws strength to triumph in the real one. In a bold, wondrous and timely film from this revolutionary pioneer of contemporary cinema, Welcome to Marwen shows that when your only weapon is your imagination…you’ll find courage in the most unexpected place. The epic drama is produced by Oscar®-winning producer Steve Starkey (Forrest Gump, Flight), Jack Rapke (Cast Away, Flight), and Cherylanne Martin (The Pacific, Flight) of Zemeckis’ Universal-based ImageMovers banner produce alongside the director. It is executive produced by Jackie Levine, as well as Jeff Malmberg, who directed the riveting 2010 documentary that inspired the film.
Take a tour of the Joan Miro Foundation in Barcelona, Spain
Here’s a photo essay of my tour through the Joan Miro Foundation while visiting Barcelona Spain last May.
Enjoy.
FIRE IN CARDBOARD CITY!!!
If you have 8 minutes, there is no better way you could spend it.
Democrats want to welcome illegal immigrants with open arms!
Amid the recent controversy of separating kids from parents at the southern border of the United States, many democrats have begun a movement to abolish ICE, the US Immigrations and Customs Enforcement agency.
Master of deflection Kellyanne Conway went on state-sponsored TV this morning and said:
“I’m not in charge of the Democratic Party’s messaging but I don’t understand it. I don’t understand why they and some of their neighbors in the mainstream media talk more about Russia than they do America. They talk more about abolishing ICE than abolishing ISIS. And we’re in very dangerous times and ICE, the men and women of ICE, they’re just doing their jobs.”
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Breaking: 1988 is sooooo 30 years ago
Photo: Susan Ragan / AP
This series of photos at the Atlantic from 30 years ago is a mind-blowing jog down memory lane.
I was just 12 embarking on my teenage years come September. How about you?
I shot myself shooting myself
Tina left for the weekend to have a girls weekend up in Lake Geneva. She left on Friday and returned on Sunday, which flies by faster than I would like.
I look forward to the weekend as it gives me an opportunity to be reminded how much I love her. 😍
No kidding, the weekend flew by. While she’s gone, I take care of our dog Talulah by my lonesome, and it’s remarkably more challenging than you might think. Especially this past weekend. Talulah ended up with an upset stomach due to some butternut squash leftovers we gave her that included a few onions. The poor dog woke me up all night long on Friday with explosive diarrhea.
Saturday I was exhausted from taking Talulah down all night, so I ended up hitting the hay at 9 or 9:30.
Le Café Wittypoots 