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May 31, 2020

Vegan Restaurants Around the World

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Happy Cow has got you covered.

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Crunchy.

May 31, 2020 at 04:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Easy like Sunday morning

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Edgar Allen Poe on the Origin of the Universe from the Big Bang (1848)

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"On a snowy night toward the end of his life, Edgar Allan Poe delivered a lecture on the origins of universe."

So wrote John J. Miller in an essay about Poe on the occasion of his bicentennial in 2009.

Miller continued, "It was an unusual topic — Poe was always more interested in death than birth — and the reviews were mixed. Frustrated by the response, Poe announced that 2,000 years would pass before his work was properly admired."

I can't speak for you but me, I don't have that much time.

Wrote Miller, "His remarks were soon published as "Eureka: A Prose Poem" (1848). The book sold a few hundred copies and then slipped into obscurity, forgotten except for the fact that its author went on to become a giant of American literature in something less than two millennia."

Below, selections from "Eureka: A Prose Poem," Poe's dense and astoundingly prescient view of the origin of the Universe, from his perspective 172 years ago.

 

My general proposition, then, is this: In the original unity of the First Thing lies the Secondary Cause of all things, with the germ of their inevitable annihilation.


We need so rapid a revolution of all things about the central point of sight that, while the minutiae vanish altogether, even the more conspicuous objects become blended into one. Among the vanishing minutiae, in a survey of this kind, would be all exclusively terrestrial matters. The Earth would be considered in its planetary relations alone. A man, in this view, becomes mankind; mankind a member of the cosmical family of intelligences.


Let us now endeavor to conceive what matter must be, when, or if, in its absolute extreme of simplicity. Here the reason flies at once to imparticularity — to a particle — to one particle — a particle of one kind — of one character — of one nature — of one size — of one form — a particle, therefore, "without form or void" — a particle positively a particle at all points — a particle absolutely unique, individual, undivided, and not indivisible only because He who created it, by dint of his will, can by an infinitely less energetic exercise of the same will, as a matter of course, divide it.


The error of our progenitors was quite analogous with that of the wiseacre who fancies he must necessarily see an object the more distinctly, the more closely he holds it to his eyes.


Oneness, then, is all that I predicate of the originally created matter; but I propose to show that this oneness is a principle abundantly sufficient to account for the constitution, the existing phenomena and the plainly inevitable annihilation of at least the material universe.


The willing into being the primordial particle, has completed the act, or more properly the conception, of creation. We now proceed to the ultimate purpose for which we are to suppose the particle created — that is to say, the ultimate purpose so far as our considerations yet enable us to see it — the constitution of the universe from it, the particle.


Now I have elsewhere ("Murders in the Rue Morgue") observed that it is by just such difficulties as the one now in question — such roughnesses — such peculiarities — such protuberances above the plane of the ordinary — that reason feels her way, if at all, in her search for the true. By the difficulty — the "peculiarity" — now presented, I leap at once to the secret — a secret which I might never have attained but for the peculiarity and the inferences which, in its mere character of peculiarity, it affords me.

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Flight of an Aeroplane — Olga Rozanova

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It is my opinion that artists who succeed do so not only by dint of talent but also as a result of luck.

For every artist able to make a living creating art, there are a hundred with just as much talent but no luck.

This has been apparent to me for a long time, and concrete evidence of such comes every few weeks when I expose the new day's art on my daily desk calendar.

Regularly, a painting or sculpture by an artist whose name I'd never seen before makes it to center stage on my mini-proscenium.

These works, oftimes executed by heretofore unknown (to me) women and men in their twenties or thirties, are every bit as compelling as those by bold-face names.

Witness the painting up top, created in 1916 by thirty-year-old Olga Rozanova, who died two years later in 1918.

It is in the collection of the Samara Regional Art Museum in Samara, Russia.

May 31, 2020 at 10:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Cervical Pain Relief Device

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Be very afraid.

From the website:

The Cervical Pain Relief Device

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gently stretches the neck muscles to align vertebral discs and alleviate neck pain.

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Simply use the included manual air pump

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to inflate the integrated air columns

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to lift the head upward and relieve gravitational pressure.

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Features and Details:

• Can be worn while standing, sitting, and working in an office

• Designed to adjust the neck to the natural curve of 20°

• Wear 10 to 20 minutes, 3 to 4 times a day as needed

• Rear inflatable cushion lifts the cervical vertebrae

• Air pressure relief valve prevents overinflation

• Lightweight and comfortable.

• Adjustable traction strength

• One size fits most

• Fully adjustable

• 13" x 10" x 9"

• Weight: 2 lbs.

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Don't come crying to me if things head south: I'm just the messenger.

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$129.99.

May 31, 2020 at 08:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

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