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Friday, July 22, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
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Castle Gatehouse, Washington Aqueduct is a pumping station at the Georgetown Reservoir on the Washington Aqueduct in The Palisades neighborhood of Washington, D.C., United States. The building is on the National Register of Historic Places and contributes to the Washington Aqueduct National Historic Landmark.In 1852 the United States Congress authorized the Army Corps of Engineers to construct a water supply for the city of Washington, using the Potomac River at Great Falls as its source. Construction of a 12-mile pipeline began in 1853, and portions of the system began operation in 1859.
Construction of the gatehouse began in 1899. The design was intended to replicate the Army Corps insigna. Portland cement plaster was used to replicate stonework and give the gatehouse an authentic castle appearance.[3]
The gatehouse was added to the National Register of Historic Places on March 13, 1975. It is managed by the Army Corps of Engineers, Baltimore District.
Almost uncopywrightable
"Almost" is said to be the longest english word with the letters in aphabetical order and "uncopywrightable" is said to be the longest english word wherein no letter is repeated.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
I wrote this a long time ago before I had children. I was in a play written by one of my teachers and we spent a late evening after rehearsal at an older actor's apartment. It was in the early eighties and, as was the fashion then, there was some cocaine at the party. Someone very close to me was addicted to cocaine at the time and after the party I wrote this for him.
From Kilimanjaro to Popocatepetl
Lies a thin passage in the air
A space inside a tube
Within a wire straight and long
The messages which flow there
Are without fear and strong
But they glitter through the night
And leave you ragged far from rest
While higher in the Himalayas
In some cave or quiet retreat
A yellow hat is sleeping
And when he wakes he thinks
Did I dream I was a butterfly
Or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man
From Kilimanjaro to Popocatepetl
Lies a thin passage in the air
A space inside a tube
Within a wire straight and long
The messages which flow there
Are without fear and strong
But they glitter through the night
And leave you ragged far from rest
While higher in the Himalayas
In some cave or quiet retreat
A yellow hat is sleeping
And when he wakes he thinks
Did I dream I was a butterfly
Or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man
Monday, July 4, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
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A portrait of Giovanna Tornabuoni, the daughter in law of Giovanni Tornabuoni. She was a member of the Albizzi family, who were rivals of the Medici and Alberti families, and were at the centre of Florentine oligarchy starting from 1382 in the reaction that followed the Ciompi revolt. However, after Cosimo de' Medici returned from exile in 1434 (arranged by Rinaldo degli Albizzi) and regained power, he in turn exiled all but one of the Albizzis from Florentine. This painting was done around 1490, long after the Albizzis' fall from grace.Artist: Domenico Ghirlandaio
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
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