~Samuel Taylor Coleridge, born in 1792 via Pandora MEdia Dragon
"How strange," said Susan, "...Something irrevocable has happened. A circle has been cast on the waters; a chain is imposed. We shall never flow freely again." |
Roman Butin is a Russian artist who modifies coins with elaborate hand-engraved designs of his own. His latest creation is a coin with a beating heart. Here is the tiny mechanism in action…you turn the gear at the bottom of the coin and the heart beats!
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David Lebovitz celebrates 20 years of writing about food online. "Who knew when I started posting a bunch of random thoughts, ramblings, and recipes online in October of 1999, that I'd be doing it this long."
David Lebovitz celebrates 20 years of writing about food online. "Who knew when I started posting a bunch of random thoughts, ramblings, and recipes online in October of 1999, that I'd be doing it this long."
2019 Prime Minister’s Literary Awards winner
Wow. You can check out the heart coin, a Banksy coin, this trap coin, a golden bug coin with working wings, and more of his work on Instagram. Heads or Tales has replicas of a few of Butin’s creations for sale.
New York Times op-ed: What Makes Us All Radically Equal, by David Brooks:
It’s not our brains and it’s not our bodies. [It's our souls].
I see these messy clash-ups across the country, wherever people are trying to do racial reconciliation. You realize that coming together across race is not a neat two-step process: truth and reconciliation. It’s an emotionally complex, thousand-step process, with moments of miscommunication, resentment and embrace. This is the hard process of trying to see each other across centuries of wrong.
The somewhat comforting truth is that it’s always been like this. When you read David Blight’s brilliant biography of Frederick Douglass, for example, you see that Douglass passed through exactly these many moods in dealing with his countrymen of another race — moments of fury and harmony, despair and hope.
Sometimes he was disgusted with America. “I have no love for America, as such,” he once said. Other times he was enraptured: “I am an American citizen. In birth, in sentiment, in ideas, in hopes, in aspirations and responsibilities.