Happy Birthday, Maxfield Parrish!
Yes, born today born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in 1870, Maxfield Parrish - purveyor of dreams.
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Verbing Weirds Language only if you're expecting it to work in a simple way. This is a special case of the more general truth that Language Weirds.
Only when a republic's life is in danger should a man uphold his government when it is in the wrong. There is no other time.
The church says Earth is flat; but I have seen its shadow on the moon, and I have more confidence in a shadow than the church.
If we can't find Heaven, there are always bluejays.
I used to teach Russian and Ukrainian, and some basic English, to civil servants. Now I teach Russian at a local continued-learning institute. I dabble in Gaelic and Welsh. I'm am amateur photographer and I love birding (in a small way). I'm a Progressive, and a Freethinker, and I know Evolution is a fact - that's FCD, Friend of Charles Darwin (look down the sidebar). I read a lot, and follow women's college basketball. Also I love astronomy, though I'm a rank amateur at it. Most of all, I like living in the reality-based community...
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You cannot leave. You cannot drop the armor now. Why? Because you are needed, more than ever. You are mandatory to keep the energy flowing, the karmic vibrator buzzing, to keep the progressive and lucid half of the nation breathing and healthy and awake and ever reaching out to the half that's wallowing in fear and violence and homophobia and sexual dread, hoping to find harmony instead of cacophony, common ground instead of civil war, some sort of a shared love of a country so messy and internationally disrespected and openly confused its own president can't even speak the language.
After all, you don't hand over all your children the first time the flying monkeys bang on your door...
It's far from over. The tunnel is just a little darker -- and longer -- than we imagined.
Mark Morford
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My Grandfather Stephen Parrish use to tell me lots of stories of his childhood. One of my favorites was his description of helping his father dip the car chains in lard. They'd take the chains building up layers of lard just as if they were making a candle. They always carried a spare fully larded chain in the car. My Great-grandfather Maxfield Parrish died several months after I was born; it would have been wonderful to know him personally. Thank you for taking a moment to remember him.
Christopher Austin Parrish Fitts
You are most welcome. Your great-grandfather's art has given me much enjoyment.
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