Mad about the '60s
Today's cellphone does the same job with a beep, but it can't equal the bed-stand flair of a retro-looking alarm with a black or red, metal or plastic case on legs -- sometimes, a pedestal. Westclox . Wall clock. Yesterday's office clock said the ...
April 11, 2015
The Ice Cream Sandwich Comes of Age
Morgenstern's Finest Ice Cream, a bright parlor a half-block east of the Bowery, makes an open-face sandwich, the base a slice of Japanese shokupan, a pliant white Pullman loaf that evokes Wonder Bread, but with more resilience. It's saturated with ...
April 9, 2015
Track's Heartbeat Is Fast as Ever in Jamaica
KINGSTON, Jamaica — Sound rises like a cliff wall — drums, trombones, trumpets, the ubiquitous vuvuzela, the odd French horn and 10,000 fans screaming. To understand how Jamaica came to dominate sprinting like the Swiss dominate the clock ...
April 6, 2015
Office Space Is Hard to Find for Silicon Valley Newcomers
“People hang out here until 10 o'clock at night,” Mr. Hall said. But this year, after Boatbound adds The Milan room, for example, has a purple rug, a white mini-rocking chair and fancy handbags hanging from hooks on the wall. The Rausch Room, a ...
April 1, 2015
Bruno Richard Hauptmann, Lindbergh baby kidnapper, is sent to the electric ...
The Naval Observatory clock indicated 8:18 P.M. - every one set his own timepiece by it - as the march started toward the death house, through an iron gate and down a few steps along a dark corridor, and out under the stars. Like so many convicts, two ...
April 4, 2015
Office space hard to find for startups
“People hang out here until 10 o'clock at night,” Hall said. But this year, after Boatbound adds a few more The Milan room, for example, has a purple rug, a white mini-rocking chair and fancy handbags hanging from hooks on the wall. The Rausch Room ...
April 3, 2015
Peirce Mansion volunteers finish latest phase of restoration
SIOUX CITY | Joan Schurtz marvels at the beige wall she plastered and the wood floor she cleaned and polished as rays of light stream through stained glass windows in the Peirce Mansion's third-floor ballroom on Tuesday morning. "The floor was black in ...
April 4, 2015
The red sign on the sidewalk reads “EMERGENCY” in bright white letters. The cab driver stops the vehicle to let us out. We pay the cab driver fifty dollars according to the numbers 50. 00 shown on the price meter. “Let’s move to the side so I can have a smoke,” my boyfriend takes my hand and we walk slowly to the hill closer to the side of the road. “Yeah, I’m done,” he takes his final inhale of nicotine and puts out his cigarette. He then takes my hand and leads me inside. She dawns a yellow mesh type jumpsuit and a blue and white mask covers her mouth. She waves her hand signaling for me to come to her desk. The white and red sign hanging from the ceiling says “Triage 1″. Her warm smile brings about a cooling sensation to my heated anxieties. Have a seat in the chair and I will take your blood. Is there any thing you’d like to tell me. ” she asks with her smile still resting on her late forty’s early fifties, newly wrinkled face. She fills a tube with blood and collects it at her desk. My boyfriend hands her a piece of paper. Your count is 38 which is seriously low.
Warren and Clint decide to ditch the party at Harry's for something more their speed. Clint washed up at the bar when the crowd shifted him away from Matt and he found he didn't really mind. It'd been a while since he wore a costume - Halloween wasn't really his thing, mostly because he was always working, but he could appreciate other people's costumes. Turning to rest the small of his back against the bar, Clint propped himself up and scanned the room. Well that was interesting, Warren thought to himself after Jean and Adrienne stormed off. The only thing he would've changed was how Jean learned about Jessica. He would've liked to explain it. Regardless, he wasn't nearly as drunk as he would like to be. Nor was he as stoned or fucked up as he'd like to be. There was a reason he didn't party with anyone from the Mansion. Heading to the bar, Warren ordered another whiskey before turning around, mimicking Clint's pose. Matt had introduced them earlier in the night, and just as he had predicted, he liked Clint immensely. " And in the interest of full disclosure, he continued by pointing out Jessica. "Dude, there are so many different dirty things I could say to that right now, I can't even make up my mind about which one to pick," Clint replied, grinning even as he half-saluted Warren with his glass. "Anyway, I'm not like.
I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God. The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean. “He will rule them with an iron scepter. On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written: Let man’s soul be a sphere, and then, in this,. Pleasure or business, so, our souls admit. This day, when my soul’s form bends to the East. There I should see a Sun by rising set,. And by that setting endless day beget. Yet dare I almost be glad, I do not see. That spectacle of too much weight for me. Who sees Gods face, that is self-life, must die. What a death were it then to see God die. It made His own lieutenant, Nature, shrink,. Humbled below us. or that blood, which is. The seat of all our soul’s, if not of His,.