2 months ago
The Franklin Institute has long said its Wright Brothers plane was a gift from Grover Bergdoll, a wealthy, World War I draft dodger who came to be widely scorned. His family is now challenging that account. https://t.co/JGs4UXJT35
The Heirs of a Despised Draft Dodger Want His Wright Brothers Plane Back
The Franklin Institute has said a wealthy scion, long vilified for refusing to serve during World War I, gave them a treasured Wright-built plane.
https://t.co/JGs4UXJT35
2 months ago
🎨 Discover the beauty of art in every stroke! From the vivid colors of abstract paintings to the intricate details of classical masterpieces, each piece tells a unique story. Let your creativity flow and embrace the inspiration that surrounds you! #ArtInspiration #CreativityUnleashed 🌟
2 months ago
Tidy Up Your Endorsements
People are going to endorse you for all sorts of skills — sometimes even skills you don’t actually have.
LinkedIn lets you remove any irrelevant skills and endorsements.
You should avoid “lying” about your skillset, even if it is by omission.
2 months ago
Old Age Despair
OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
2 months ago
aerial view of house near body of water during daytime
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2 months ago
a river with snow on the banks
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1669066827343-f7a068c597d2?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
2 months ago
The Film London Jarman Award 2024 has been given to Maryam Tafaktory https://t.co/T16ygJx1Pc
Maryam Tafaktory wins 2024 Jarman Award
Larry Achiampong, Maeve Brennan, Melanie Manchot, Rosalind Nashashibi and Sin Wai Kin were also nominated.
https://t.co/T16ygJx1Pc
2 months ago
Bullshit and Black
I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.
I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.
I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.
I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.
I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.
I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.
They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.
I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.
I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.
I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.
I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.
I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.
I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.
I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.
I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.
I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.
They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.
I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.
I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.
I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.
2 months ago
Mystic River - Lyonel Feininger
