The Pinnacle Of 1950s Automobile Excess
Presenting the 1959 Chevrolet Impala.
Presenting the 1959 Chevrolet Impala.
I believe the network needs a reporter who covers religion.
...with a foot of snow expected in Boston tonight:
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
These are therapy dogs, waiting to enter the hospital rooms of sick children. (H/T Greg Hogben)
A few years ago, I fell down the ancestry.com rabbit hole, and managed to make some basic diagrammatic sense of my family history back a few generations, until it became strangely addictive and frighteningly time-consuming. And cost too much money. So I suspended operations.
Then I stumbled across this chart, and it gave me such a popsicle headache that I had to stop looking at it. But I know some people for whom it will answer a lot of nagging questions, like “how do we refer to Great Aunt Bessie’s daughter?”
So have at it, all you amateur genealogists!
If Trump Senior has 5 kids by 3 wives and is traveling south at 50 mph, and Trump Junior has 5 kids by one wife and is traveling west at 40 mph, how many Mueller indictments until the 2 men meet in prison? (@OhNoSheTwitnt)
Somewhere between the first cover and the second, something has gone terribly wrong:
Politicians only understand two things: what you can do for them, and what you can do to them.
We’ve had over two feet of snow in Boston over the past twenty-four hours. I’m not posting any photos of it, because I don’t want to look at it any more.
Instead, here’s a graphic of what’s left, energy-wise, after clearing most of it away.
In many ways, the years 1960-1964 were a extension of the 1950s. Most photos and videos (and movies) of Manhattan show men and women in traditional suits and dresses, in the styles of the Fifties.
But Greenwich Village has always been an enclave within Manhattan where non-conformity reigned. While the people in this photo appear to us to be “dressed up” compared with people on the street today, the style is a lot more relaxed. It’s just a wonderful little time capsule, just before the culture and styles changed so radically in the late 1960s.