Cartoon – Santa Glasses
Author: Antarctica Journal
Henry David Thoreau Quote – Fishing
“Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.” – Henry David Thoreau
Read moreDawna Markova Quote – Risk My Significance
“I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so […]
Read morePoem – The Stop & Shop Strike (By Robert Ronnow)
The Stop & Shop Strike The Stop & Shop strike v. Game of Thrones. In Game what’s not made plain is the condition of the people compared with warriors and queens. There is no mention of land-clearance, tree-felling, pruning, chopping, digging, hoeing, weeding, branding, gelding, slaughtering, salting, tanning, brewing, boiling, smelting, forging, milling, thatching, fencing and hurdle-making, hedging, road-mending and […]
Read moreCartoon – Mothers Day Cards
John Quincy Adams Quote – Leader
“If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader,” John Quincy Adams
Read moreAntarctica’s Blood Falls: The Mysterious Red Waterfall Explained
A bizarre and eerie phenomenon lies deep in the frozen expanse of Antarctica’s McMurdo Dry Valleys—a waterfall that flows blood red from the icy landscape. Known as Antarctica’s Blood Falls, this natural wonder has fascinated scientists and explorers for over a century, and recent research has finally uncovered the secret behind its haunting crimson hue. The Mystery Behind Antarctica’s Blood […]
Read moreEarthquakes In Oklahoma
Percentage change since 2008 in the number of earthquakes in Oklahoma registering magnitude three or higher: +5,400
Read moreOgden Nash Quote – The Most Exciting Happiness
“The most exciting happiness is the happiness generated by forces beyond your control.” – Ogden Nash
Read morePoem – Why Are the Dead So Still (By Fern G. Z. Carr)
Why Are the Dead So Still – By Fern G. Z. Carr Arms crossed, lying motionless in an open casket, he gazes upward through closed eyelids. Maybe if I look hard enough I’ll see him flinch or wriggle his nose at the acrid smell of incense rising from the censer; holy water is sprinkled on his body – it […]
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