Tuesday August 19, 2014 at 15:00

Tuesday August 19, 2014 at 11:00

Via newsweek:

I don’t know what made me buy a plane ticket to St. Louis at 1:15 a.m. on Tuesday. Maybe it was remembering that feeling of helplessness and guilt after learning of the Trayvon Martin verdict while embarking on a carefree cross-country road trip. 

Maybe it was Eric Garner, who died only weeks ago in New York, after a police officer wrestled him to the ground and choked him. 

Maybe it was going to the south side of Chicago last month, stepping into Trinity United Church of Christ, made famous by the union of Barack Obama and now–pastor emeritus Jeremiah Wright in 2008. 

Maybe it was hearing the church’s announcements about the shooting and murder of kids from its congregation that I’d later read about in the news that evening. But perhaps it was just me. 

A black boy turned black man who finds it increasingly miraculous that I made it to 27. A black man with a black mother who was alive in the South for the final push of Jim Crow. 

And a black man with a black mother with black parents who would have done anything so that their children and grandchildren wouldn’t have to live a life in fear of the dogs. And the hoses. And the bombs. 

Either way, learning that an 18-year-old named Michael Brown had been shot by a police officer in Ferguson, Missouri, and left in the street to die, pushed me to a breaking point. 

It felt like I had to come to Ferguson. Not as a journalist, but as a black man fed up with the idea of black boys who are unable to become black men. 

I knew I couldn’t tell my mom. She’d be proud I was here, but it would also worry her to no end. And it would be unnecessary worry. Because I’d be fine. 

The Front Lines of Ferguson «

Via newsweek:

I don’t know what made me buy a plane ticket to St. Louis at 1:15 a.m. on Tuesday. Maybe it was remembering that feeling of helplessness and guilt after learning of the Trayvon Martin verdict while embarking on a carefree cross-country road trip.

Maybe it was Eric Garner, who died only weeks ago in New York, after a police officer wrestled him to the ground and choked him.

Maybe it was going to the south side of Chicago last month, stepping into Trinity United Church of Christ, made famous by the union of Barack Obama and now–pastor emeritus Jeremiah Wright in 2008.

Maybe it was hearing the church’s announcements about the shooting and murder of kids from its congregation that I’d later read about in the news that evening. But perhaps it was just me.

A black boy turned black man who finds it increasingly miraculous that I made it to 27. A black man with a black mother who was alive in the South for the final push of Jim Crow.

And a black man with a black mother with black parents who would have done anything so that their children and grandchildren wouldn’t have to live a life in fear of the dogs. And the hoses. And the bombs.

Either way, learning that an 18-year-old named Michael Brown had been shot by a police officer in Ferguson, Missouri, and left in the street to die, pushed me to a breaking point.

It felt like I had to come to Ferguson. Not as a journalist, but as a black man fed up with the idea of black boys who are unable to become black men.

I knew I couldn’t tell my mom. She’d be proud I was here, but it would also worry her to no end. And it would be unnecessary worry. Because I’d be fine.

The Front Lines of Ferguson «


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Monday August 18, 2014 at 15:00

Evangeline Lilly on playing Tauriel in The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies (2014)

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Monday August 18, 2014 at 11:00

Jane Callister - Reach (2008)

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Jane Callister - Reach (2008)

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Sunday August 17, 2014 at 23:32

““The sheer number of bullets and the way they were scattered all over his body showed this police officer had a brazen disregard for the very people he was supposed to protect in that community,” Mr. Crump said. “We want to make sure people understand what this case is about: This case is about a police officer executing a young unarmed man in broad daylight.” […] One of the bullets shattered Mr. Brown’s right eye, traveled through his face, exited his jaw and re-entered his collarbone. The last two shots in the head would have stopped him in his tracks and were likely the last fired.”

Autopsy Shows Michael Brown Was Struck at Least 6 Times, NYT


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Sunday August 17, 2014 at 15:00

Cao Hui. Visual Temperature - Sofa, 2008. Mixed material of resin, fibre, etc, 98 x 106 x 108 cm.

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Sunday August 17, 2014 at 11:05

One last #scenic shot from yesterday’s #MtTom #hike #latergram #nature  (at MT. Tom State Reservation, MA)

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One last #scenic shot from yesterday’s #MtTom #hike #latergram #nature (at MT. Tom State Reservation, MA)

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Sunday August 17, 2014 at 11:00

Via mothernaturenetwork:

Men and women literally see the world differentlyA new study shows that the sexes really do see the world differently. Men notice small details and moving things while women are more sensitive to color changes.

Via mothernaturenetwork:

Men and women literally see the world differently
A new study shows that the sexes really do see the world differently. Men notice small details and moving things while women are more sensitive to color changes.


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Saturday August 16, 2014 at 21:01

Cool mushroom spotted on today’s Mt Tom hike. (at MT. Tom State Reservation, MA)

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Cool mushroom spotted on today’s Mt Tom hike. (at MT. Tom State Reservation, MA)

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