I’ve discovered since then that Ivan is something of a Rorschach test for people. Sometimes they think it’s cute that he had a name. Sometimes they’re delighted that he had a nice life on a farm down the road, where he had friends both bovine and human, and pretty much did whatever he felt like. But mainly, it seems, a lot of people are horrified.
Basilica Soundscape, the music, arts and literature fest in nearby Hudson, is one of the dopest and most sharply curated annual occurrences you’re going to find on American soil.
The Autumnal Equinox takes place on Friday afternoon, Sept. 22, at 4:02 p.m. At that moment, Earth will angle perfectly sideways to the Sun. Neither pole will tip toward or away from that favorite star of ours. And therefore, as the media never tire of reminding us, days and nights should theoretically be equal. We’ve often pointed out that this is never true.
The brave new world is here — and it has me doing all sorts of things I never thought I was capable of. I signed a contract this week on a brand new plug-in hybrid car, the 2017 Prius Prime.
The radiation would start to arrive three to ten hours after the blast, and consist of fine dust particles. Breathing these could deliver fatal doses, with death expected in six to eight days.
We are heading into late summer/early fall and arguably the best time of the year for concerts and micro festivals.
In disasters, there is helpful help, and then there is all the other stuff people do in a well-intentioned spasm of conscience.
Although not recognized as a disorder, Facebook certainly is an addiction. It has filled many of my hours, while my vacuum has stood silent and the dishwasher patiently awaiting emptying.
Few places on Earth are as unfriendly to the carless as rural Delaware County.
The statues are in the south, but this isn’t just a question for southerners. Up here — 500 miles north of Appomattox, and more than 150 years after a Virginia farmer wrote that he’d rather “endure all the horrors of civil war than to see the dusky sons of Ham leading the fair daughters of the South to the altar” — Confederate flags wave from porches and pickup trucks.