Today I took the train from Norwood back to Center City. On the way, we passed the tower pictured above (not my picture; click for credit). I made a mental note to do some research and I found some things which will undoubtedly interest no one but me:
Despite being a home remedy since the 1890s when it was initially developed, fels-naptha soap is actually not recommended for use on contact dermatitis caused by poison oak or ivy and prolonged exposure can cause upper respiratory infections, among other ailments. My mother always sent me to Camp Tockwogh with fels-naptha, so I will definitely make her feel guilty about this ASAP.
Joseph Fels, developer of the fels-naptha soap, funded the founding of the Georgist colony of Arden, Delaware in 1900, managed by architect Will Price and sculptor Frank Stephens. I grew up near Arden, but I never knew who founded it, though I knew why — it had to do with the Land Value Tax.
Perhaps that stack is a remainder of the original factory? I cannot find anyone on the internet who will confirm or deny, though Wiki says the original factory was in “Philadelphia” and maybe they consider Darby = Philadelphia?
Apparently, Judge Reinhold was born in my hometown of Wilmington, Delaware. Of course… that was a little before I was around. He’s also had a lot of work done lately; it’s odd and he looks plastic in some of the photos on IMDB.
“He hurried on, through the town where houses and buildings in shadow halved the narrow road and his own shape fled nimbly over the roofs, on into the country past farms remote and dark in the lush fields of early summer, the night cool, a hushed blue world of the dead.”—Outer Dark by Cormac McCarthy.
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Name: Lori Gender: Female Age: 27, a.k.a. oldest person on Tumblr. Birth date: June 5th Place of birth/Current place of residence: Dirty Jersey — Philadelphia, Pa. Siblings: one younger brother. Parents: dad lives in West Virginia; mom lives in childhood home in Delaware. Religious/Spiritual affiliation: agnostic. Pets: one darling kitty cat, Booker. Marital status: married in my mind. Sexual orientation: sapiosexual. Tattoos/piercings: oh, I have them. Glasses: sun only, but I own 20+ of them. PC or Mac: Mac. Mobile phone: this is how you know I’m the oldest person on Tumblr — I don’t care! Do you believe in ghosts? I don’t not believe in ghosts. Do you believe in UFOs? I don’t not believe in UFOs. Abortion: I believe in a woman’s right to choose. Death penalty: it costs society more to put a person to death than to house them for life, so I lean towards life in prison even though I might personally want some people to die for their crimes. Gay marriage: I believe all consenting adults should be able to marry who they want regardless of their gender. Where have you traveled? England, Spain, Mexico (but not extensively), Jamaica, Aruba, South Africa, and 38 of the 50 states. Where else can you be found on the internet? Far too many places, I suspect.
“Feminists talk a lot about the privileging of penile-vaginal intercourse. We talk a lot about how the word foreplay is misleading at best and sexist at worst. We talk a lot about how most women can’t come from penetration alone, and how treating non-intercourse forms of sex as simply a preamble — not even sex at all, really — trivializes female pleasure.
What we don’t talk about as much is how this assumption trivializes male pleasure. We don’t talk about the pressure it puts on men to “perform” — pressure that, ironically, can make said “performance” more problematic. And we don’t talk as much about the ridiculous limitations it puts on male sexuality. We don’t talk as much about how enjoying full-body sensuality, nipples and ears and toes and hair and the huge range of sexual pleasures available to all human beings, is typically seen as girly. We don’t talk as much about how men who like receiving anal sex are widely assumed to be gay… even if the people they like receiving anal sex from are consistently women. And we don’t talk as much about how this assumption reduces men’s pleasure, their possibilities, their entire sexual beings, to a few inches of erectile tissue between their legs.”—5 Things Society Unfairly Expects of Men | Reproductive Justice | AlterNet (via sexisnottheenemy)
i am a little church(no great cathedral) far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities -i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest, i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower; my prayers are prayers of earth’s own clumsily striving (finding and losing and laughing and crying)children whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness
around me surges a miracle of unceasing birth and glory and death and resurrection: over my sleeping self float flaming symbols of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
i am a little church(far from the frantic world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature -i do not worry if longer nights grow longest; i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to merciful Him Whose only now is forever: standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence (welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)
Here’s a song that first showed up in the H&H world back when we were making our first record. For whatever reason, we abandoned it pretty early in the process, and it’s since remained filed away in our collective subconscious…till now! We’re looking forward to introducing this old friend of ours to you.
Thematically, it’s a tiered response to the problem of responsibility with respect to the variables of intention and appearances. Special thanks to Michael Pollan’s “The Botany Of Desire” for initial inspiration in the retelling of the Johnny Appleseed legend. Read it!
I will reblog everything you write, fellas. I <3 you.
P.S. Sean, I think I still have your copy of “Botany.”