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  • bobholman:

I’m reminded of Joe Gould’s poem, “Autobiography. ” In its entirety:
In the winter I’m a BuddhistIn the summer I’m a Nudist

    bobholman:

    I’m reminded of Joe Gould’s poem, “Autobiography. ” In its entirety:

    In the winter I’m a Buddhist
    In the summer I’m a Nudist

    Source: bobholman
    • 16 hours ago
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    • #What a character! (and Joseph Mitchell immortalized him.)
  • Ha ha. That’s pretty much in alignment with my political beliefs these days.

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  • vertigos:

    History Meme | One War → The Great Emu War


    In 1932, Australian farmers had a problem: A gigantic flock of birds had migrated into their land and were obliterating their wheat crops. And this being Australia, these particular birds were unlikely to be intimidated by a dude made of straw and old clothes. They were emus: flightless, 6-foot-tall eating machines that had decided to take over the local farmlands. And there were 20,000 of them. The situation quickly escalated to the point where you could barely see the fields from scores of Big Birds lounging around. And since the problem was downright cartoonish, the farmers opted to solve it in an appropriately Wile E. Coyotesque way: They asked for military assistance. That is how Major G.P.W. Meredith of the Royal Australian Artillery found himself leading two regiments of battle-hardened soldiers, complete with some big-ass heavy machine guns, to unleash hell on a bunch of helpless birds.  When Australian troops spotted flocks of emus, they opened fire. The emus scattered, and even when feathers popped up in the air off of the bird indicating a hit, the emus continued to run. It didn’t seem to matter much to the emus who returned time and again. After a week, Meredith commented

    “if we had a military division with the bullet-carrying capacity of these birds, it would face any army in the world. They could face machine guns with the invulnerability of tanks. They are like Zulus…”.

    After a week of engagement, having fired over 10,000 rounds of ammunition and having killed maybe five birds, the Australian Army withdrew, officially losing the war to unarmed flightless birds.

    “The Emu command had evidently ordered guerrilla tactics, and its unwieldy army soon split up into innumerable small units that made use of the military equipment uneconomic.”

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    Source: vertigos
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  • fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Mirabeau Buonaparte Lamar, who looked just as badass as his name, also stated that “The cultivated mind is the guardian genius of democracy and, while guided and controlled by virtue, the noblest attribute of man. It is the only dictator that freemen acknowledge and the only security that freemen desire.”

    fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

    Mirabeau Buonaparte Lamar, who looked just as badass as his name, also stated that “The cultivated mind is the guardian genius of democracy and, while guided and controlled by virtue, the noblest attribute of man. It is the only dictator that freemen acknowledge and the only security that freemen desire.”

    Source: fuckyeahhistorycrushes
    • 3 days ago
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  • shiknatnapishtim:

    Autochromes taken by Gervais Courtellemont and W. Robert Moore for National Geographic.

    Egypt 1920’s : In Colour

    Timeless.

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    Source: shiknatnapishtim
    • 2 weeks ago
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  • corgiaddict:

Kirby here, ready to steal your hearts.

    corgiaddict:

    Kirby here, ready to steal your hearts.

    (via on-reflection)

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    • 2 weeks ago
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  • loving-lucy:

Twenty year old Lucille Ball in 1931.

I cured myself of shyness when it finally occurred to me that people didn’t think about me half as much as I gave them credit for. The truth was, nobody gave a damn. Like most teenagers, I was far too self-centered. When I stopped being prisoner to what I worried was others’ opinions of me, I became more confident and free.

    loving-lucy:

    Twenty year old Lucille Ball in 1931.

    I cured myself of shyness when it finally occurred to me that people didn’t think about me half as much as I gave them credit for. The truth was, nobody gave a damn. Like most teenagers, I was far too self-centered. When I stopped being prisoner to what I worried was others’ opinions of me, I became more confident and free.

    (via natthebuddhist)

    Source: loving-lucy
    • 4 weeks ago
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