Cartoon – Expectations
Author: Antarctica Journal
Cartoon – Life as defined by the government
Antarctica’s Blood Falls: The Mysterious Red Waterfall Explained
A bizarre and eerie phenomenon lies deep in the frozen expanse of Antarctica’s McMurdo Dry Valleys—a waterfall that flows blood red from the icy landscape. Known as Antarctica’s Blood Falls, this natural wonder has fascinated scientists and explorers for over a century, and recent research has finally uncovered the secret behind its haunting crimson hue. The Mystery Behind Antarctica’s Blood […]
Read moreOscar Wilde Quote – Experience
“Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.” – Oscar Wilde
Read moreSimone Weil Quote – Our Great Adversary
“Whether the mask is labeled Fascism, Democracy, or Dictatorship of the Proletariat, our great adversary remains the Apparatus — the bureaucracy, the police, the military. Not the one facing us across the frontier or the battle lines,… but the one that calls itself our protector and makes us its slaves. No matter what the circumstances, the worst betrayal will always […]
Read moreDivorcee Erects Ultimate Revenge On Ex
A Michigan man has taken revenge on his ex-wife and her new lover by buying the house next door and erecting a giant yard sculpture of a hand flipping the bird. Detroit strip club owner Alan Markovitz spent$7,000 on the 12-foot-tall bronze statue,which is illuminated by a spotlight at night. But Markovitz says the middle-finger salute is aimed not at […]
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Cartoon – Bobs Orthopedic Fracture Clinic
Poem – Part II (By David Russell)
Part II Let calcium lines be shaved of moss and other growth be centered, Re-score the patterns. All who change and slither shall live; those who clinch all roots shall perish. Wilful ignoring and retraction is a key to survival. In the circle, all is death; through the lines, life is pursued. But all life is angular, clinches segmentation. Knowledge […]
Read morePoem – The Cross Near the Edge (By Frank Joussen)
The Cross Near the Edge A too small cross in a big wayside shrine amidst the fields on the fertile loess soil, soon to be devoured by the bucket wheel excavator, a monstrous word for an even more monstrous machine. The shrine made of dark red brick, plain, simple, solid, almost for eternity, like the many farmhouses here; […]
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