The Seasons Aren't What They Used to Be "In the latter half of the 20th century, the spring emergence of leaves, frogs, birds and flowers advanced in the Northern Hemisphere by 2.8 days per decade. I'm nearly 50, so springtime has moved, on average, a full two weeks since I was born."
For years, the Classic had focused on the regular beats of a high school newspaper — — teacher retirements, curriculum changes, bell schedule. It was not an investigative outlet. But with Jahoda's appointment, the very nature of the school appeared to be imperiled, and the paper's staff decided it was time to step in.
Nick Fry and Caleb (slyt) are two good bros who love Camping, Wildlife, Hunting, Cooking and Eating stuff from
the Aussie bush and ocean.
Come watch them learn and grow and join in the adventure!
For the most part, the two young conservationists (those who advocates or acts for the protection and preservation of the environment and wildlife) hunt and fish invasive, non-native and destructive species in their local woods.
Robert B. Silvers, a founder of The New York Review of Books, which under his editorship became one of the premier intellectual journals in the United States, a showcase for extended, thoughtful essays on literature and politics by eminent writers, died on Monday at his home in Manhattan. He was 87.
New York Review of Books: "Where do things stand? Have we closed?" Days before his death, on March 20, Robert B. Silvers was doing what he had been doing every day for the past fifty-four years: thinking about, fretting over, and laboring on The New York Review of Books. On his sickbed, galley proofs were fanned out across the coverlet, photographs spilled from manila folders ("I do think it's important to get the reporters' raised hands inside the frame"), and a large, black, multiline telephone lay humming and blinking beneath his right hand. Even as his illness began to sap the legendary energy that had propelled him, well into his ninth decade, through fifteen-hour workdays and a social calendar that his young assistants would have found daunting, Bob would lift the receiver when the office called and declaim his favorite greeting: "Hello, hello, hello!"
Friday fiction: A short story by Daniel Orozco. As you leave work for the weekend, think about your first day there, and everybody's first day -- think about Orientation. "You must pace your work. What do I mean? I'm glad you asked that. We pace our work according to the eight-hour workday. If you have twelve hours of work in your in-box, for example, you must compress that work into the eight-hour day. If you have one hour of work in your in-box, you must expand that work to fill the eight- hour day. That was a good question. Feel free to ask questions. Ask too many questions, however, and you may be let go...."
"...Amanda Pierce, in the cubicle to your right, has a six-year old son named Jamie, who is autistic. Her cubicle is plastered from top to bottom with the boy's crayon artwork—sheet after sheet of precisely drawn concentric circles and ellipses, in black and yellow. She rotates them every other Friday. Be sure to comment on them. Amanda Pierce also has a husband, who is a lawyer. He subjects her to an escalating array of painful and humiliating sex games, to which Amanda Pierce reluctantly submits. She comes to work exhausted and freshly wounded each morning, wincing from the abrasions on her breasts, or the bruises on her abdomen, or the second- degree burns on the backs of her thighs.
But we're not supposed to know any of this. Do not let on. If you let on, you may be let go.
Amanda Pierce, who tolerates Russell Nash, is in love with Albert Bosch, whose office is over there. Albert Bosch, who only dimly registers Amanda Pierce's existence, has eyes only for Ellie Tapper, who sits over there. Ellie Tapper, who hates Albert Bosch, would walk through fire for Curtis Lance. But Curtis Lance hates Ellie Tapper. Isn't the world a funny place? Not in the ha-ha sense, of course."
What happens if you break an artwork? Cautionary tales have been covered in countless articles and immortalized in videos of surveillance footage, though it's not often told what happens next — or what to do if this happens to you.
So what happens when you break a work of art? What would (or should) you do?
Standby is a BAFTA-nominated film (From the original site) "Gary and Jenny share the same cramped "office space" as all beat cops: the front seat of a patrol car. Their evolving relationship is an emotional rollercoaster ride that stands in often-comedic contrast to the procession of thugs and criminals filling the back seat."
In truth, there's a line of dialog that made me wince, but otherwise I enjoyed it: this is a very tightly written, edited, and acted short film that compresses two character arcs into less than 300 seconds.
Hugo, Inc. For only an eight-year license to publish political exile Victor Hugo's Les Misérables, a Belgian upstart entrepreneur paid an unprecedented and unmatched sum of 300,000 francs (~$3.8 million). Relying upon the first ever bank loan to finance a book, translation rights, and an extraordinary embargo and publicity campaign, the risky venture was a triumphant success.
A four year old boy calls emergency services using his mother's phone to report that she's not breathing. Thanks to the call, things work out well for everyone. Police have released a clip of the call to remind parents about the importance of teaching young children their address and how to use 999 (UK) in an emergency. SLBuzzfeed, with transcript and audio clip of heart-breakingly young boy staying calm under pressure.
A Fictive Flight Above Real Mars - The anaglyph images of Mars taken by the HiRISE camera holds information about the topography of Mars surface. There are hundreds of high-resolution images of this type. This gives the opportunity to create different studies in 3D. In this film I have chosen some locations and processed the images into panning video clips. There is a feeling that you are flying above Mars looking down watching interesting locations on the planet.
Last week, both Hanover Bald Eagle eggs hatched successfully. The young are being fed round-the-clock by their doting parents, "Freedom" and "Liberty."
The frequent feedings result in the nest being liberally decorated with the remains of their fish, squirrel, and rabbit repasts. The live cams (Camera 1, Camera 2) allow excellent viewing opportunities.
Eaglets typically fledge in around 12 weeks. Last year, neither fledgling survived; this nest has experienced harsh weather conditions recently, and occasional aggression from other eagles, but all appears to be well thus far.
You're worried that having George Osborne as editor might compromise the paper's editorial independence. What editorial independence? The Standard is a jellyfish, a parasitic worm, a creature with a hole at each end and nothing inbetween: it thinks nothing, it feels nothing, it floats through the infinite dark and waits for a tide to carry it along. Hence the fury.