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On the 48th anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, Errol Morris explores the story behind the one man seen standing under an open black umbrella at the site.
Make-A-Wish foundation grants 5-year-old Miles wish to become Batman.
Barkley confirmed a story that claimed he stored vaseline in his belly button during games so he could apply it to his chapped lips when needed.
To put our faith in tangible goals would seem to be, at best, unwise. So we do not strive to be firemen, we do not strive to be bankers, nor policemen, nor doctors. WE STRIVE TO BE OURSELVES.
But don’t misunderstand me. I don’t mean that we can’t BE firemen, bankers, or doctors—but that we must make the goal conform to the individual, rather than make the individual conform to the goal. In every man, heredity and environment have combined to produce a creature of certain abilities and desires—including a deeply ingrained need to function in such a way that his life will be MEANINGFUL. A man has to BE something; he has to matter.
For those on the far right in search of a birthday gift for your son, pick up the Gay Bob doll. He was born (created) in 1977 and is considered to be the world’s first openly gay doll. I can’t wait to see your face when he opens it!
It is in the thousands of days of trying, failing, sitting, thinking, resisting, dreaming, raveling, unraveling that we are at our most engaged, alert, and alive.
I knew my Troy. Folks warned this boy it was mere tale And nothing more. I bore their warning, with a smile, While all the while my spade Was delving Homer’s gardened sun and shade. Gods! Never mind! cried friends: Dumb Homer’s blind! How can he show you ruins that n’er were? I’m sure, I said. He speaks. I hear. I’m sure. Their advice spurned I dug when all their backs were turned.
An excerpt from Ray Bradbury’s poem Troy found in his book Zen in the Art of Writing.