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If I wrote about a dear pet on Facebook would you think me a doofus. What about a departed TV?  Well, here goes: Good bye trusty and transformational Trinitron Sony TV.The Cadillac of the analog CRT era. What a unique approach you took to presenting pixels! Not passed til the eyepadde.  Good bye Trinitron Sony TV the family once prayed for when the flower vase had fallen, driven by the wind, and slurped the TV with water, to short the printed circuit board. How we rejoiced when it dried and worked again. Apologies for crashing into it, and knocking it to the floor – sssqisshhhhhhhhhhhhh- in the night, when I wondered about cause I thought I smelled smoke. This time, the TV not to dry and revive. You showed usIraq, Norman Mailer, Pee Wee, the new Pope, the first Black president. Good bye Trinitron. I salute you on your journey to recycle. - JV

How did in enRico Fermi get into science? In the last Man who knew everything, David Schwartz writes he was walking down the street with an engineer friend of his father during the summer of 1914. The 14-year-old wants to talk about mathematics and science, and the engineer realizes the boy ''has a gift'' and he begins to teach him college math. Young Fermi saw math as a path go physics, which he was reading vociferously, having already even at that young age found Einstein's groundbreaking papers. The math would hold him in good stead On his honeymoon he schooled his wife Laura in Maxwell's equations. After their wedding they settled in Rome and the daily routine. [Page 72]. He would rise at 5:30 in the morning, go into his study for two hours work at whatever physics problem he was trying to solve. This would end at exactly 7:30 and he'd prepare for the day. He was a professor running a big physics lab. One that held Italy's hopes to gain equal foo...

Among the many despicable qualities Pres. Donald Trump displays in a typical day are some that espicially gall. When he panders to the lower motives of a KnowNothing movement Re-emergent* -- that  is particularly abasing. Dont believe what you see, he tells them. It continues his record - the one that shows no effort to achieve objective view, no concern for acceptance of his ideas beyond the merest number signifying a wining plurality, and no respectful discourse save that in the monotonous script reading he  tongue-in-cheek profers on some occasions -usually when "he's been a bad boy." *That is The ‘nativist’ party that operated primarily in the Midwest in the 1850s

Love is as fierce as death passion is as harsh as the grave its flashes are raging fires, violent flames. fast floods cannot quench love, nor can rivers sweep it away. If a man were to offer his weath for love, he would be laughed to scorn.

Archives When buffers overflow their psychic boundaries, rage is feared by peace lovers. In Afghanistan and Yugoslavia, the simmer and pop of ethnic churn cycles always held the threat of breakout. Jerusalem has had these qualities. In fact, Iraq post Saddham is supposed to be a model. News goes bang in the middle but it happens at the edges too. http://radio-weblogs.com/0115044/2004/04/15.html

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A brain numbing heatwave was continuing as a raucously divided America came to celebrate the 4th of July in parades and sporting events. Among the latter include the Manila Stakes, held at a mile on the turf for 3-year-olds at old Belmont Park in Elmont, N.Y. racing had been cancelled Saturday due to the heat, and hopefully the equine athletes are not too terribly taxed as temperatures subside to about 83 deg. https://epitomime.blogspot.com/2018/07/up-ante-bests-raging-bull-in-manila.html

It was always through a falls by a narrow. That I heard a cry I ever shall remember, The fire sent and cast its burning embers On another fated city of our land. Fire, fire, I heard the cry From every breeze that passes by, All the world was one sad cry of pity Strong men in angry praise, Calling loud to Heaven for aid, While the fire in ruin was laying Fair Baltimore, the beautiful city Amid an awful struggle of commotion, The wind blew a gale from the ocean, Brave firemen struggled with devotion, But they after all proved in vain. -Charlie Poole