Art – Van Clayton Powel

BOLIVIA SALT FLATS PHOTOS

The unique geography lends itself to some cool photo perspectives.
*Click the image to enlarge.

Some other great natural landmarks in Central and South America here

Fireball in Banff

Fireball in Banff.

Great photo by Calgary photographer Brett Abernethy, taken December 20, 2014. His Flickr site here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/brettabernethy

WHY WEST INDIANS ARE ALWAYS LATE

From a West Indian friend, so I guess no one will be upset if I post it?

Yeah, that title got your attention, huh? We lived in Japan a couple times, once for 3 years, and developed a love/hate relationship with the place. (Probably mutual.) And these 2 pieces give you a sense of why:

JAPANESE POLICE ARREST WOMAN WHO MADE KAYAK MODELED FROM HER VAGINA – AGAIN

“A woman who 3-D printed her vagina and rendered it into a giant yellow Kayak, has been arrested — again — by Japanese police for allegedly trying to show people her “Pussy Boat.” (more here)

And yet, at the same time, the annual Kanamara Matsuri parade:

Penis Parade 2 Japanese Penis Parade

So, penises … okay.
Vaginas … not so much.

SAD TO SAY

Lyrics

SAD TO SAY

It seems at times we never learn
We light the fires and watch them burn
We feel the pain the victims feel
But flat deny the sex appeal
Of front-row seats to agony
That we keep tuning in to see
It’s sad to say we crave the fires
That satisfy our dark desires

It’s sad to say we bow our heads
To empty men on empty quests
Who steal the gold and buy the power
Then broadcast to us every hour
That everything will be just fine
As long as we just stay in line
So we don’t mind the things they do
As long as it’s not to me or you

It’s sad to say, it’s sad to say
Yeah it’s sad to say, so sad to say
That we don’t learn
We just don’t learn
No, we don’t learn

It seems at times we worship gods
Who’d have us die for worthless causes
Text your friends and Tweet your list
About the sale you almost missed
Describe the prize that’s in your hands
But don’t admit you don’t understand
The emptiness that gnaws inside
You swore this one would satisfy

It seems at times we learn the most
When we’re down to our one last hope
One last chance to make things right
To bare your soul with all your might
Confess your crimes, confess your sins
Tell her what a fool you’ve been
Then wait for her to make the move
‘Cause you’ve made her the judge of you

It’s sad to say, it’s sad to say
Yeah it’s sad to say, so sad to say
That we don’t learn
We just don’t learn
No, we don’t learn