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One of my favourite twitter trending topics I’ve seen in a while: #GirlsWithToys.
This came as a response to an Astronomer’s remarks that Scientists are ‘boys with toys’.
Glad to see such a strong response from the women of STEM. :)
We have more engineers per capita than anywhere in the world. So, if you need to know how to make something, you need to know how to extrude plastic or bend metal, there’s no place better in the world to do it.
Ned Staebler, the CEO of TechTown Detroit, a nonprofit business incubator located in an old General Motors factory in Midtown Detroit.
Detroit Hopes To Drive Tech Startups Away From Silicon Valley
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This is a story of American ingenuity and entrepreneurship. It is the story of the meat straw. Yes, you read that right.
“It is a straw made out of pork,” explains Ben Hirko of Coralville, Iowa, the man behind Benny’s Original Meat Straws.
It’s a half-inch in diameter, the same length as a standard plastic straw. And it has a hole running down the middle of it, through which you’re meant to slurp up Bloody Marys.
Like many good stories, this one involves a snowstorm — and maybe one beer too many. Back in February 2009, Hirko was tending bar, and there was only one couple there to drink, so as the snow piled up outside, he poured himself a beer. The bar didn’t serve food, but the couple brought a bunch of meat sticks to snack on.
“After a few beers, I reached over and grabbed one of the snack sticks,” says Hirko. “And I was like, ‘You know, this would make an amazing Bloody Mary garnish.’ It just had great flavor.”
The Bloody Mary Meat Straw: An All-American Story
Photo: Tamara Keith/NPR
I grew up in a large family, always looking for stories about siblings that felt real. I loved The Boxcar Children, but they were so terribly nice to each other. Same went for the All-of-a-Kind Family and the March sisters of Little Women. But when I discovered Ramona Quimby and her family, I felt like someone had cracked open my head and my home and peered inside.
THE LOST LANDSCAPE: A Writer’s Coming of Age by Joyce Carol Oates
JCO explores the world through the eyes of her younger self and reveals her nascent experiences of wanting to tell stories about the world and the people she meets. She vividly re-creates the early years of her life in western New York State, powerfully evoking the romance of childhood and the way it colors everything that comes after. From early memories of her relatives to remembrances of a particularly poignant friendship with a red hen, from her first friendships to her first experiences with death, The Lost Landscape is an arresting account of the ways in which Oates’s life (and her life as a writer) was shaped by early childhood and how her later work was influenced by a hardscrabble rural upbringing.
#newrelease #joycecaroloates #thelostlandscape #childhood #onwriting #indiesfirst
We follow her on twitter, and this cover is how we’re picturing her while she tweets from now on.
Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela
Desert Queen by Janet Wallach
The Crusades of Cesar Chavez by Miriam Pawel
Stalin by Oleg V Khlevniuk
Destiny & Power by Jon Meacham
Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand
My Family & Other Animals by Gerald Durrell
Full Life Reflections at Ninety by Jimmy Carter
My Family and Other Animals by Gerard Durell is simply splendid. Read all his others and become a naturalist. He would want you to.
Small shack on Forsythe’s Bog occupied by DeMarco family, 10 in the family living in this one room. Room is 10 feet x 11 ft. x 5 ½ ft. high and gable attic above. Wooden toilets near at hand and bushes used as such, gave forth offensive odors. Turkeytown, N.J., 9/29/1910
Series: National Child Labor Committee Photographs taken by Lewis Hine, ca. 1912 - ca. 1912. Record Group 102: Records of the Children’s Bureau, 1908 - 2003
Investigative photographer Lewis Hine spares no detail in his description of seasonal berry pickers’ lodging in New Jersey. Taken 105 years ago, this photograph is one of a series of black-and-white prints by Hine and given to the Children’s Bureau by the National Child Labor Committee.
“There were actually two types of family history. There was the documented version that sat properly in my grandfather’s office. But there was also the undocumented version, consisting of fables, family customs, and hearsay passed along by my grandmother Bari Bauwa and the other women of the house. This version had begun seeping into us since birth, very subtly, with the honey on our tongues. And, to start with, it was the only one I knew.”
- Madhur Jaffrey, Climbing the Mango Trees
In fully developed monarch butterflies today: some.
Bad news about any shark that was hoping to race Michael Phelps.