Lady Sybil, you will be missed.
But seriously. My mom can’t watch the series till it airs on PBS in January. How am I supposed to talk to her tomorrow and just pretend that everything is okay when I am dead inside?
This is a wonderful idea. Why don’t I already do this? Especially with my plays. I should like to hear him do all the different voices.
Tell us about Celtic.
Tell us about Germanic.
Tell us about Goffik.
Tell us about Rupert Graves.
#1: Two young women eating caramel apples, 1940-1945
#2: A woman outside Kay’s Valet Shoppe, 1938-1945
#3: Boys (possibly from Herron Hill School) playing brass instruments, 1938-1945
#4: A woman poses with a car on Mulford Street in Homewood, 1937
In the days of film, especially in a controlled setting, photographers often made redundant shots to make sure they captured what they wanted. Not Charles “Teenie” Harris. A native of Pittsburgh’s Hill District, the city’s cultural center of African-American life, Harris was a semi-pro athlete and a numbers runner before he bought his first camera in the 1930s. He opened a photography studio and specialized in glamour portraits, earning the nickname “One Shot” because he rarely made his subjects sit for a second take. (read more)
Beware, you will laugh, you may also blush.
Alright, do not read these unless you are perfectly alright with incredibly graphic mentions of buggering.
I honestly couldn’t give two fucks if you are old enough or not. This must be read.