In the winter of 2014, I stood on a bridge in downtown Chicago surrounded by the flashing lights of police cars. It felt like it was negative a billion degrees, and my cop outfit didn’t provide much warmth. I also had blood dripping down my nose and was yelling at one of my oldest friends to step back from the edge while a dozen other cops pointed their weapons at him. Strangely, I was having fun.
Very ‘Twilight Zone’
Sex Education? Nope. House of Cards? No thanks. Russian Doll? Maybe I’ll add it to my list and literally never watch it.
Is it the sheer volume? The sea of garbage? The fact that services once loaded with high-quality flagship shows are trending toward mediocrity? Is it the pressure? The endless social media vortex that swallows all matter and light? Are our attention spans so battered and bruised we can’t even convince our frazzled neurons to fire in the right direction?
by Andrew Orr, The Mac Observer
Inspired by mortician Caitlin Doughty (Whose books are great by the way) A Mortician’s Tale is an informative, honest, and sometimes humorous look at the current state of and the future of the western death industry. Take on the role of recent funeral direction graduate Charlie as she learns the ropes of the business and industry. Prepare the bodies of the deceased (via embalming or cremation), attend their funerals and listen to their loved ones’ stories, and interact with Charlie’s coworkers, clients, and bosses. You’ll be working in the Rose and Daughters Funeral Home by preparing eight different bodies using realistic tools and procedures.
Lots of fruits are out of season here in the northern hemisphere thanks to a rather harsh winter and a visit from our old friend, polar vortex. But recent freezing rain in Michigan led to the production of a rare psuedo-crop: the ghost apple.
For two years, in the early 1990s, Richard Palmer served as the CIA station chief in the United States’ Moscow embassy. The events unfolding around him—the dissolution of the Soviet Union and the rise of Russia—were so chaotic, so traumatic and exhilarating, that they mostly eluded clearheaded analysis. But from all the intelligence that washed over his desk, Palmer acquired a crystalline understanding of the deeper narrative of those times.
Much of the rest of the world wanted to shout for joy about the trajectory of history, and how it pointed in the direction of free markets and liberal democracy. Palmer’s account of events in Russia, however, was pure bummer. In the fall of 1999, he testified before a congressional committee to disabuse members of Congress of their optimism and to warn them of what was to come.