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An Escape From The Intolerable

Though I had a pretty stellar weekend this gloomy, non-Spring-like Monday leads me down the rabbit hole to darker thoughts.

  • A depressing yet fascinating photo project: The Places We Live. According to the United Nations urban slums are the world’s fastest growing form of housing. More than one billion people live in urban slums and that number will double in the next 25 years.
  • Troubled Bridge Over Water: translated excerpts from Mr. Chen Si’s blog (in Chinese) The Bridge Diaries, where he documents his experience trying to stop people from jumping off the Yangtze River Bridge in Nanjing, China.
  • Fantasy illustrator Frank Frazetta has died. I grew up staring at his otherwordly scenarios, sword-wielding men and barely clad yet buff women. Sad.
  • Also dead? R.I.P. Lena Horne. What an incredible - and incredibly frustrating - career:
    “I was unique in that I was a kind of black that white people could accept,” she once said. “I was their daydream. I had the worst kind of acceptance because it was never for how great I was or what I contributed. It was because of the way I looked.”

  • File this next bit under equally horrifying and hilarious. I was unaware that “reveal cakes” for baby showers had become a thing. The best part? In the comments of that article someone linked to what may just be the worst Cake Wrecks yet: Womb With a View - cakes with sonograms! “Thank you, edible image printing and 3D ultrasound imaging! Who knew two technologies could come together to create something so deliciously horrifying?” NOOOOO! It could easily be some sort of bad B movie gimmick.
  • I’m not the only one who gets hit by bouts of wanderlust when hearing about happenings in NYC and LA (at least Rogue Taxidermy is close to home). Speaking of LaLaLand, my son now has his first biological cousin, a relatively new addition to the clan, who we have not yet met. I plan to get us to LA/Pasadena sometime at the end of August to visit with his relations, if possible.

Despite some expected sadness my Mother’s Day wound up being pretty darned fabulous, thanks to friends and family. Now if we could just get this ghastly weather situation turned around…

demon sake, which I will sample later

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