The idea that this Big Boy was rotting in a parking lot in Pomona, CA for six decades until Union Pacific rebuilt every component to get it working again is actually awe inspiring.
@bernsteind@tricrobotics Even better, strips of wildflowers planted throughout crop fields reduces the need for spraying pesticides by slashing "pest numbers in crops & even increase yields"
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Cette photo de Pierre Jahan (de 1947, lorsque les œuvres ont réintégré les salles du Louvre) saisit le cadrage d’une œuvre qui aurait pu être peinte par Gustave Caillebotte
I think about this every day. In the Netherlands, if a person dies alone, without any family or friends as mourners, a poet will be sent to write a poem and read it at the burial service. It's called the Lonely Funeral Project, and it's just humans being good humans.
We know you have a lot on your plate, so this is coming from a place of support...
Use 'Scot-free' instead of 'Scotch-free.'
Use ‘shoo-in’ instead of ‘shoe-in.’
Use ‘piqued my interest’ instead of ‘peaked my interest.’
Use ‘case in point’ instead of ‘case and point.’
Let us remember that we are the living presence of the Lord in the world. Enkindled by the charity of Christ's Heart, let us bear witness to His mercy and peace, so that wars may cease in the world and a new humanity may rise up around us, reconciled in love. #ApostolicJourney
There was a French woman named Jeanne Baret in the 18th century who disguised herself as a man under the name “Jean Baret” in order to join a French naval scientific expedition, since women were not permitted on ships.
She travelled on Louis Antoine de Bougainville’s voyage (1766–1769), assisting the botanist Philibert Commerson in collecting and cataloguing plants. During the expedition she helped gather thousands of botanical specimens, including plants that were later named after her. She was eventually discovered during the voyage, the crew were already suspicious about her voice and behaviour, but she completed the circumnavigation and later returned to France.
She is widely recognised as the first woman to complete a circumnavigation of the globe.
We look at our neighboring worlds and we see a grim warning. Venus is a runaway greenhouse hellscape, its surface hot enough to melt lead. Mars is a frozen, bone-dry desert. Earth is the anomaly,a perfectly balanced, delicate jewel where the conditions for life are miraculously just right.
Yet, we continue to treat our atmosphere as if it were an infinite dumping ground.
A fragile canopy. A destabilized climate. A global crisis.
Cicely Saunders fell in love with a dying man.
London, 1948. David Tasma, a 40-year-old Polish Jew who escaped the Warsaw Ghetto, was dying of cancer in agonizing pain. Cicely, a 30-year-old medical social worker, sat with him for weeks. He told her there was no proper place for people like him to die with dignity.
Before he died, he gave her his life savings — £500 — and said:
“I’ll be a window in your home.”
She built that home.
Born June 22, 1918, in north London, Cicely trained as a nurse during WWII and witnessed hospitals abandon the dying — isolating them, leaving them in pain, treating death as failure.
After a back injury, she became a medical social worker, then, at 33, entered medical school on a doctor’s challenge. She qualified as a doctor in 1957.
At St Joseph’s Hospice, she pioneered regular morphine dosing to control pain without addiction or drowsiness, and developed the concept of “total pain” — addressing physical, emotional, social, and spiritual suffering.
In 1967, she opened St Christopher’s Hospice in Sydenham — the first modern hospice combining expert care, teaching, and research. David Tasma’s £500 seeded it; a plain window honors him.
She pioneered home care, outpatient services, and bereavement support. Her words:
“You matter because you are you, and you matter to the end of your life.”
Her model spread globally, birthing the modern hospice and palliative care movement.
Cicely married Polish painter Marian Bohusz-Szyszko in 1980. She worked at St Christopher’s into her late 80s and died there of breast cancer on July 14, 2005, at 87 — cared for by the principles she created.
Before Cicely, the dying were forgotten.
She turned love and grief into a revolution of dignity that has comforted millions.
Every hospice on Earth owes its light to her window for David Tasma.
This is the art supply shop Charvin in Paris. It was established in 1830, and is famous for its oil and watercolour ranges. Those macarons are from patisserie Ladurée. The idea is to use the Charvin watercolour set to paint your personalised message on the macaron box. 😊
We have stated, repeatedly, on the record, that Margot is a colleague. A visiting professional. A fellow surveyor of boundaries who shares Keith's exact line of work and nothing more. We wish to issue a correction.
We were under-reporting.
The evidence has become difficult to file under "colleagues," and in the interest of accuracy, here it is.
Keith comes off the barn roof for her in record time, and the record keeps falling. Four minutes on the first visit, which had only ever matched the insurance assessor. Then three forty. Then three twelve. Dave has been timing it, and has stopped pretending he is timing the lichen.
He opens the yard gate for her, deliberately, then stands back and waits, which he has done for no other living creature alive. He also closes it behind her, which is the part Dave cannot get over.
He let her find the flex in the corner post. Fourteen months Keith walked that boundary and missed a four-millimetre fault. Margot found it in forty-eight hours, and Keith stood beside her and let himself be out-surveyed without complaint, which, for the most ungovernable animal in Devon, is roughly a sonnet.
He also showed her the barn roof route a second time. She had climbed it in under a minute on the Tuesday. He showed her again anyway. No reason has been offered.
And when she leaves, he stands on the south bank looking down the empty lane for exactly four minutes, then goes back to the knotweed until the next trailer.
We have called this a working relationship. We have, frankly, been protecting their privacy and our own composure.
Keith needs no one, and proved it by opening the last gate only to walk back through. Of all the things a free creature could choose, he has chosen the goat who out-surveyed him. The cousin is bringing her back in May.
The colleagues were never only colleagues. We regret the error. We do not, on reflection, regret it very much.
“V’aricoreu che a le vintilo core d’instae portavamo i nostri lauti in barca, cantando barzellette per canal grande sommavamo tanti cherubini [Vi ricordate che alle dieci di sera, d’estate, portavamo i nostri liuti in barca e che, cantando canzonette in Canal Grande, sembravamo dei cherubini]” così Andrea Calmo ricordava una tipica serata in barca nel Cinquecento.
Buongiorno, amici!
#11giugno
When the bumblebee in this film sounds as though her buzz has inhaled helium it’s bc she’s using floral sonication to dislodge the pollen in this poppy-she increases the frequency of her wingbeats to literally ‘buzz’ the pollen off the poppy anthers & on to her fuzzy body. Listen out for this as many bee species use this pollen gathering trick-just one of the ways in which bees are utterly brilliant 💯: