Descendants of Solomon Northup, who recounted his story in a memoir, 12 Years A Slave.
The Real Origins of the Religious Right. “They’ll tell you it was abortion. Sorry, the historical record’s clear: It was segregation.”
Dustbury points to an article about how the ineptitude of the Department of Veterans Affairs, and its predecessors, go back nearly a century.
Diane Cameron’s blog Love in the Time of Cancer has been going on since 2008, but I just discovered it.
New York Erratic asked: “Have you ever dated anyone who turned out to be gay?” I had a serious relationship with a woman who left me for another woman, with whom she stayed for some time. About 20 years later, she married a man, an old friend of hers.
Dan writes about The Casino And All The Promises, which is both a local issue and a cautionary narrative if casinos are offered to your town.
The Good Wife is my favorite TV show. Here’s why I love it, and why I have a difficult time explaining it to others.
Mark Evanier’s childhood, and the color orange. Sweet story of coincidence.
New Paltz Students Find $40K in a Couch; NP is my alma mater, BTW.
How did Fred Astaire literally dance on the ceiling in the movie Royal Wedding?
The Oatmeal cartoon about irony. Is it ironic that the song Ironic is not about being ironic?
LYNDA BARRY SELLS OUT. I love her work.
Irene Vartanoff writes about Marvel Comics’ original artwork in the 1960s. And she would know.
The Documentary “Stripped” shows the past and future of comic strips. I supported Kickstarter for this.
Arthur celebrates NZMM: New Zealand Music Month. Lots of good stuff, but I must note #14, “New Zealand’s First Record.”
Another great review of the niece’s album: Rebecca Jade & the Cold Fact. (Hey, it’s good!)
How do you spell the color: grey or gray?
The local Jewish Community Center had an ad campaign many found offensive. Several others thought it was poor because they couldn’t even read what it said. In any case, the ad is gone, and a couple of people suggested my blog post on the topic may have helped.
Likewise, Arthur’s Internet wading was my fault, or suggestion.