“The man is happiest who lives from day to day and asks no more, garnering the simple goodness of life.” — Euripides
strange but true… (by Rich van gingeroy)
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jin mao tower and shanghai tv tower by Gaellery on Flickr. 云端
Pervious concrete, a type of concrete without sand, can drain hundreds of inches of rain per hour, allowing water to filter into groundwater stores below, rather than run off into storm drains.
I can’t say what it is about this tweet that actually made me angry. I’m sure this person is well-intentioned, but there’s also nothing that sets me off more than moral posturing — as if everyone else is a bunch of pop culture zombies, but you, you’re a sophisticated sympathizer.
I’m sorry, Rachel Luxemburg, but that is some bourgeois bullshit.
We’re talking about Amy Winehouse now, as a community, because, for one, we just found out. But also, because we don’t come to this world with some sort of metaphysical tragedy card, with a finite amount of sympathy and heartache for the hurt and hurting. Most of us arrive with an unlimited capacity to feel pain for other people, and if you’re looking for perspective, here’s some: Amy Winehouse affected some of us in a very personal way, and we should be allowed to have a somewhat immediate and personal reaction to the news that this person who we were really rooting for, who we really wanted to see come out as a survivor, sadly, didn’t survive. If you believe that your tragedy card is all punched up, that you have no more empathy left in your heart for “one dead singer,” then my heart goes out to you. That, too, is a tragedy.
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Piquantly worded.