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I met Lee Dedmon in 1975 at Belmont Abbey Basketball Camp. A six-year gave him grief during a Q&A.
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I met Lee Dedmon in 1975 at Belmont Abbey Basketball Camp. A six-year gave him grief during a Q&A.
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When we lived in Greensboro and worked at #GuilfordCollege we all walked through the New Garden Friends Meeting House Cemetery nigh every day. There is a wide open space in the middle where there are no tombstones. It was a mini-meadow of sorts amidst the memorials. I always assumed (I know, a dangerous thing) that it was the site where soldiers, British and American, who died at The Battle of Guilford Courthouse and other related actions nearby (Battle of New Garden too) had been buried by the Quakers who tended to the wounded on both sides and ultimately buried the dead together irrespective of earthly allegiance.
I enjoyed that ‘burying grounds’ immensely, my daughter and I walked through it every morning to her Pre-Kindergarten time at ‘A Child’s Garden” and knew certain gravestones, saluting them daily. One particular monument, to a woman named Jayne Fentress Kemper Lamb was a "friend" of my daughter’s of sorts, and she spoke to her as we passed. Those were the days of princesses and Jayne clearly fit the bill.
Randall Jarrell is buried there as well and that suited me. Delilah had her princess and I had a poet. Hall of Fame catcher Rick Ferrell, and his All Star pitcher brother Wes also call New Garden their final stop on life’s circuit. Rick also played baseball and basketball at Guilford College.
The big story for today is that #OTD in 1781, quite close by to the graveyard I’ve mentioned, Continental troops (General Nathanael Greene) met British (General Lord Charles Cornwallis) at #GuilfordCourthouse. On that bloody day (March 15) Greene yielded the field (6% losses) but Cornwallis’ army was harmed far worse (27%). England soon abandoned the war in the South and Cornwallis moved north. He met Washington and the French fleet in Yorktown in September and in October he offered up his surrender and the Independence of the United States. The Battle of Guilford Courthouse—A Prelude to Yorktown.
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Loved by the French for some reason and by kids loving his shtick, his annual telethon raised a ton of money for St. Judes and muscular distrophy. Looking back some of his stufff is funny Supposedly a bit of an asshole.
Jerry Lewis (born Joseph Levitch;[a] March 16, 1926 – August 20, 2017) was an American comedian, actor, singer, filmmaker and humanitarian, famously nicknamed as "The King of Comedy". His career rose to prominence together with singer Dean Martin, billed as Martin and Lewis, in 1946. For ten years, the two did a series of sixteen buddy-comedy films, along with their televised run on The Colgate Comedy Hour, live stage performances, guest spots on other shows and a radio series.
Jerry Lewis (born Joseph Levitch;[a] March 16, 1926 – August 20, 2017) was an American comedian, actor, singer, filmmaker and humanitarian, famously nicknamed as "The King of Comedy". His career rose to prominence together with singer Dean Martin, billed as Martin and Lewis, in 1946. For ten years, the two did a series of sixteen buddy-comedy films, along with their televised run on The Colgate Comedy Hour, live stage performances, guest spots on other shows and a radio series.
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#OTD (3/16) in The 1780s Quork, a sailor from Ocracoke set out despite warnings about bad weather. He never returned. Thus, today has been remembered as Old Quork’s Day on the #OBX. Is this still celebrated? Anyone?
Sailors Beware on Old Quork’s Day
Sailors Beware on Old Quork’s Day
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I'm no scientist but this was a game changer in the way humanity has learned the way the world works theoretically at least.
1905 Albert Einstein finishes his scientific paper detailing his quantum theory of light, a foundation of modern physics
Quantum mechanics is a fundamental theory that describes the behavior of nature at and below the scale of atoms. It is the foundation of all quantum physics, which includes quantum chemistry, quantum field theory, quantum technology, and quantum information science.
Quantum mechanics can describe many systems that classical physics cannot. Classical physics can describe many aspects of nature at an ordinary (macroscopic and (optical) microscopic) scale, but is not sufficient for describing them at very small submicroscopic (atomic and subatomic) scales. Most theories in classical physics can be derived from quantum mechanics as an approximation, valid at large (macroscopic/microscopic) scale.[3]
1905 Albert Einstein finishes his scientific paper detailing his quantum theory of light, a foundation of modern physics
Quantum mechanics is a fundamental theory that describes the behavior of nature at and below the scale of atoms. It is the foundation of all quantum physics, which includes quantum chemistry, quantum field theory, quantum technology, and quantum information science.
Quantum mechanics can describe many systems that classical physics cannot. Classical physics can describe many aspects of nature at an ordinary (macroscopic and (optical) microscopic) scale, but is not sufficient for describing them at very small submicroscopic (atomic and subatomic) scales. Most theories in classical physics can be derived from quantum mechanics as an approximation, valid at large (macroscopic/microscopic) scale.[3]
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Basketball was always my love. I practiced-practiced-practiced, wished (to no avail) greater stature upon myself, & even slept with a ball tucked under my arm. So growing up in NC was a hoop blessing. I poured over the box scores in the ‘Greensboro Daily News’ every morning with deep concentration and followed the HBCUs as closely as any-Coach Clarence ‘Bighouse’ Gaines was remarkable but I also remember Coach Cal Irvin’s successes at NCA&T (James Sparrow is memorable in particular). #OTD in 1967 Winston-Salem State University became the 1st HBCU NCAA Champ (Div 2)-Coached by Clarence ‘Bighouse’ Gaines & led by Earl Monroe, the Rams defeated SW Missouri St 77-74 to cap a 30-1 season. HOFer Gaines won 828 games in 46 yrs coaching & Earl ‘The Pearl’ Monroe starred with the NBA Baltimore Bullets & New York Knicks.
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Glory Days at Winston-Salem State University, 1967
On March 17, 1967, the Winston-Salem State University Rams bested the Southwest Missouri State University Bears 77-74 at the NCAA Division II national men’s basketball championship game in Evansville, Indiana.In so doing, WSSU became the first historically black college in the nation to win a...
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In the early morning hours of March 18, 1990, 13 works of art were stolen from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston. Security guards admitted two men posing as policemen responding to a disturbance call, and the thieves bound the guards and looted the museum over the next hour. The case is unsolved; no arrests have been made, and no works have been recovered. The stolen works have been valued at hundreds of millions of dollars by the FBI and art dealers. The museum offers a $10 million reward for information leading to the art's recovery, the largest bounty ever offered by a private institution.
The stolen works were originally procured by art collector Isabella Stewart Gardner (1840–1924) and were intended for permanent display at the museum with the rest of her collection. Among them was The Concert, one of only 34 known paintings by Johannes Vermeer and thought to be the most valuable unrecovered painting in the world. Also missing is The Storm on the Sea of Galilee, Rembrandt's only seascape. Other paintings and sketches by Rembrandt, Edgar Degas, Édouard Manet and Govert Flinck were stolen, along with a relatively valueless eagle finial and Chinese gu. Experts were puzzled by the choice of artwork, as more valuable works were left untouched. As the collection and its layout are intended to be permanent, empty frames remain hanging both in homage to the missing works and as placeholders for their return.
The FBI believes that the robbery was planned by a criminal organization. The case lacks strong physical evidence, and the FBI has largely depended on interrogations, undercover informants and sting operations to collect information. It has focused primarily on the Boston Mafia, which was in the midst of an internal gang war during the period. One theory holds that gangster Bobby Donati organized the heist to negotiate for his caporegime's release from prison; Donati was murdered one year after the robbery. Other accounts suggest that the paintings were stolen by a gang in Boston's Dorchester neighborhood, although these suspects deny involvement despite the fact that a sting operation resulted in several prison sentences. All have denied any knowledge or have provided leads that proved fruitless, despite the offer of reward money and reduced or canceled prison sentences if they had disclosed information leading to recovery of the artworks.
The stolen works were originally procured by art collector Isabella Stewart Gardner (1840–1924) and were intended for permanent display at the museum with the rest of her collection. Among them was The Concert, one of only 34 known paintings by Johannes Vermeer and thought to be the most valuable unrecovered painting in the world. Also missing is The Storm on the Sea of Galilee, Rembrandt's only seascape. Other paintings and sketches by Rembrandt, Edgar Degas, Édouard Manet and Govert Flinck were stolen, along with a relatively valueless eagle finial and Chinese gu. Experts were puzzled by the choice of artwork, as more valuable works were left untouched. As the collection and its layout are intended to be permanent, empty frames remain hanging both in homage to the missing works and as placeholders for their return.
The FBI believes that the robbery was planned by a criminal organization. The case lacks strong physical evidence, and the FBI has largely depended on interrogations, undercover informants and sting operations to collect information. It has focused primarily on the Boston Mafia, which was in the midst of an internal gang war during the period. One theory holds that gangster Bobby Donati organized the heist to negotiate for his caporegime's release from prison; Donati was murdered one year after the robbery. Other accounts suggest that the paintings were stolen by a gang in Boston's Dorchester neighborhood, although these suspects deny involvement despite the fact that a sting operation resulted in several prison sentences. All have denied any knowledge or have provided leads that proved fruitless, despite the offer of reward money and reduced or canceled prison sentences if they had disclosed information leading to recovery of the artworks.
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This one develops slowly but the #OTD comes eventually...
1/: From WXYC to ‘The Pit’ to podiums, stages, and channels, thousands of scholars, activists, artists, and agitators, Chapel Hill has long provided a space where the voices of the Edgy can be heard. I admit that I was not prepared for ‘The Pit’ when I arrived in Chapel Hill in late August, 1976. I had only just returned from a long summer sojourn in England where I had made my first international memories. With the home of cousin Earl Beal (and wife Donna) as my headquarters (RAF Woodbridge - USAF base) I fanned out with trips to London and other stops in East Anglia. I hitch-hiked some, ran in the Queen’s Forest, drank my first legal beer in an Orford Pub, and heard my first Punk Rock.
Hyde Park, with its stump-speakers was a stop but frankly I don’t remember anything particularly outlandish there. Carnaby Street did impress me though for the Mod fashion. I listened to Radio Caroline in the late night and it seemed the world was expanding around me. I took the train, got lost, and thought about never going home.
But excitement over my coming matriculation at Carolina underlay everything that I did that summer. I’d wanted that for quite some time - I can’t really recollect having any other post-Chatham Central High School goal. Dean Smith got me on The Front Porch, UNC-TV and the Legacy of Frank Porter Graham kept me there. Of course in those days my path was set - Major in Political Science and then Law School - that was Deddy’s Dream. Naturally I went OFF Course almost immediately though I hardly even realized it at first.
Chapel Hill in 1976 still bore a sense of Hippiedom but it was also a place in transition. The Vietnam War was over and no draft loomed, and thus death and and killing was just a Big Brother Memory for those of us arriving. Fashion ranged from beards and flannel to platforms and disco miniskirts. Dreadlocks and Mohawks were a bit over the horizon yet. Bongs and Blue Cups were offered up for all in George’s Cheap Joint and He’s Not Here. Phil Ford united us all.
The antics of The Bluegrass Experience graced The Cat’s Cradle on Thursdays while Mayo’s Bacchae was the scene for downtown dance. East Coast Beach records dominated the juke box at Kirkpatrick’s on Rosemary. You could still plunk down coins and hear The Kingston Trio and The Beatles (Helter Skelter was a favorite) in The Shack. Music was a wild bricolage ranging from Grateful Dead, Bob Marley, remnants of album rock, and all the great treasures that Dennis Gavin was introducing us to from the bins of his record shop, The Fair Exchange, just off Franklin on Henderson Street. I even bought a cassette of I.W.W. Songs from Bob Sheldon in Internationalist Books that made me a Utah Phillips fan for life. Dennis and Bob were next door neighbors in those days. Those two small side-by-side shops provided a boy from the outlands very needed instruction and materiel appropriately supplemental to campus offerings.
In keeping with the out-of-classroom learning it was #OTD (March 18) in 1977 that student radio WXYC debuted. So many friends, my wife Leah included, spun tunes over the air and the internet (the station was the First to do that - look it up). The original transmitter was on a South Campus Water Tower - Today the signal emanates from nearby #ChathamCounty ( though not #Deep ).
In those early days, it was ‘The Pit’ where the Great Melding and Smelting took place for me. Preachers and prophets shouted out the error of our ways and protesters and philosophers offered us righteous paths to enlightenment. Or do I have that backwards? It was exactly how it should have, could have, been in that brief post-war, post-Nixon, pre-Reagan, pre-pre-polarized moment.
Looking back those almost four decades it seems like those ‘second-half of the Seventies’ years were a respite, especially since, also looking back, we have been in an ever deepening soul-struggle ever since.
1/: From WXYC to ‘The Pit’ to podiums, stages, and channels, thousands of scholars, activists, artists, and agitators, Chapel Hill has long provided a space where the voices of the Edgy can be heard. I admit that I was not prepared for ‘The Pit’ when I arrived in Chapel Hill in late August, 1976. I had only just returned from a long summer sojourn in England where I had made my first international memories. With the home of cousin Earl Beal (and wife Donna) as my headquarters (RAF Woodbridge - USAF base) I fanned out with trips to London and other stops in East Anglia. I hitch-hiked some, ran in the Queen’s Forest, drank my first legal beer in an Orford Pub, and heard my first Punk Rock.
Hyde Park, with its stump-speakers was a stop but frankly I don’t remember anything particularly outlandish there. Carnaby Street did impress me though for the Mod fashion. I listened to Radio Caroline in the late night and it seemed the world was expanding around me. I took the train, got lost, and thought about never going home.
But excitement over my coming matriculation at Carolina underlay everything that I did that summer. I’d wanted that for quite some time - I can’t really recollect having any other post-Chatham Central High School goal. Dean Smith got me on The Front Porch, UNC-TV and the Legacy of Frank Porter Graham kept me there. Of course in those days my path was set - Major in Political Science and then Law School - that was Deddy’s Dream. Naturally I went OFF Course almost immediately though I hardly even realized it at first.
Chapel Hill in 1976 still bore a sense of Hippiedom but it was also a place in transition. The Vietnam War was over and no draft loomed, and thus death and and killing was just a Big Brother Memory for those of us arriving. Fashion ranged from beards and flannel to platforms and disco miniskirts. Dreadlocks and Mohawks were a bit over the horizon yet. Bongs and Blue Cups were offered up for all in George’s Cheap Joint and He’s Not Here. Phil Ford united us all.
The antics of The Bluegrass Experience graced The Cat’s Cradle on Thursdays while Mayo’s Bacchae was the scene for downtown dance. East Coast Beach records dominated the juke box at Kirkpatrick’s on Rosemary. You could still plunk down coins and hear The Kingston Trio and The Beatles (Helter Skelter was a favorite) in The Shack. Music was a wild bricolage ranging from Grateful Dead, Bob Marley, remnants of album rock, and all the great treasures that Dennis Gavin was introducing us to from the bins of his record shop, The Fair Exchange, just off Franklin on Henderson Street. I even bought a cassette of I.W.W. Songs from Bob Sheldon in Internationalist Books that made me a Utah Phillips fan for life. Dennis and Bob were next door neighbors in those days. Those two small side-by-side shops provided a boy from the outlands very needed instruction and materiel appropriately supplemental to campus offerings.
In keeping with the out-of-classroom learning it was #OTD (March 18) in 1977 that student radio WXYC debuted. So many friends, my wife Leah included, spun tunes over the air and the internet (the station was the First to do that - look it up). The original transmitter was on a South Campus Water Tower - Today the signal emanates from nearby #ChathamCounty ( though not #Deep ).
In those early days, it was ‘The Pit’ where the Great Melding and Smelting took place for me. Preachers and prophets shouted out the error of our ways and protesters and philosophers offered us righteous paths to enlightenment. Or do I have that backwards? It was exactly how it should have, could have, been in that brief post-war, post-Nixon, pre-Reagan, pre-pre-polarized moment.
Looking back those almost four decades it seems like those ‘second-half of the Seventies’ years were a respite, especially since, also looking back, we have been in an ever deepening soul-struggle ever since.
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Would you know Chip W? Housemate. Did in 77/78.This one develops slowly but the #OTD comes eventually...
1/: From WXYC to ‘The Pit’ to podiums, stages, and channels, thousands of scholars, activists, artists, and agitators, Chapel Hill has long provided a space where the voices of the Edgy can be heard. I admit that I was not prepared for ‘The Pit’ when I arrived in Chapel Hill in late August, 1976. I had only just returned from a long summer sojourn in England where I had made my first international memories. With the home of cousin Earl Beal (and wife Donna) as my headquarters (RAF Woodbridge - USAF base) I fanned out with trips to London and other stops in East Anglia. I hitch-hiked some, ran in the Queen’s Forest, drank my first legal beer in an Orford Pub, and heard my first Punk Rock.
Hyde Park, with its stump-speakers was a stop but frankly I don’t remember anything particularly outlandish there. Carnaby Street did impress me though for the Mod fashion. I listened to Radio Caroline in the late night and it seemed the world was expanding around me. I took the train, got lost, and thought about never going home.
But excitement over my coming matriculation at Carolina underlay everything that I did that summer. I’d wanted that for quite some time - I can’t really recollect having any other post-Chatham Central High School goal. Dean Smith got me on The Front Porch, UNC-TV and the Legacy of Frank Porter Graham kept me there. Of course in those days my path was set - Major in Political Science and then Law School - that was Deddy’s Dream. Naturally I went OFF Course almost immediately though I hardly even realized it at first.
Chapel Hill in 1976 still bore a sense of Hippiedom but it was also a place in transition. The Vietnam War was over and no draft loomed, and thus death and and killing was just a Big Brother Memory for those of us arriving. Fashion ranged from beards and flannel to platforms and disco miniskirts. Dreadlocks and Mohawks were a bit over the horizon yet. Bongs and Blue Cups were offered up for all in George’s Cheap Joint and He’s Not Here. Phil Ford united us all.
The antics of The Bluegrass Experience graced The Cat’s Cradle on Thursdays while Mayo’s Bacchae was the scene for downtown dance. East Coast Beach records dominated the juke box at Kirkpatrick’s on Rosemary. You could still plunk down coins and hear The Kingston Trio and The Beatles (Helter Skelter was a favorite) in The Shack. Music was a wild bricolage ranging from Grateful Dead, Bob Marley, remnants of album rock, and all the great treasures that Dennis Gavin was introducing us to from the bins of his record shop, The Fair Exchange, just off Franklin on Henderson Street. I even bought a cassette of I.W.W. Songs from Bob Sheldon in Internationalist Books that made me a Utah Phillips fan for life. Dennis and Bob were next door neighbors in those days. Those two small side-by-side shops provided a boy from the outlands very needed instruction and materiel appropriately supplemental to campus offerings.
In keeping with the out-of-classroom learning it was #OTD (March 18) in 1977 that student radio WXYC debuted. So many friends, my wife Leah included, spun tunes over the air and the internet (the station was the First to do that - look it up). The original transmitter was on a South Campus Water Tower - Today the signal emanates from nearby #ChathamCounty ( though not #Deep ).
In those early days, it was ‘The Pit’ where the Great Melding and Smelting took place for me. Preachers and prophets shouted out the error of our ways and protesters and philosophers offered us righteous paths to enlightenment. Or do I have that backwards? It was exactly how it should have, could have, been in that brief post-war, post-Nixon, pre-Reagan, pre-pre-polarized moment.
Looking back those almost four decades it seems like those ‘second-half of the Seventies’ years were a respite, especially since, also looking back, we have been in an ever deepening soul-struggle ever since.
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I knew one of the first WXYC D.J.s -- Lee Cunningham but that's the only one. By the time I was a senior though lots of my friends had taken shifts and it sort of continued that way until about 15-20 years ago when some of the long-timers like Bill Burton and Gayle and Blastoff Bob and Charo gave up their shifts.
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I did some commentary for football and basketball games on the campus station at App. I was convinced back then I was the next Woody Durham.
South Campus water tower or that one behind the Newman Foundation off Cameron/Pittsboro?This one develops slowly but the #OTD comes eventually...
1/: From WXYC to ‘The Pit’ to podiums, stages, and channels, thousands of scholars, activists, artists, and agitators, Chapel Hill has long provided a space where the voices of the Edgy can be heard. I admit that I was not prepared for ‘The Pit’ when I arrived in Chapel Hill in late August, 1976. I had only just returned from a long summer sojourn in England where I had made my first international memories. With the home of cousin Earl Beal (and wife Donna) as my headquarters (RAF Woodbridge - USAF base) I fanned out with trips to London and other stops in East Anglia. I hitch-hiked some, ran in the Queen’s Forest, drank my first legal beer in an Orford Pub, and heard my first Punk Rock.
Hyde Park, with its stump-speakers was a stop but frankly I don’t remember anything particularly outlandish there. Carnaby Street did impress me though for the Mod fashion. I listened to Radio Caroline in the late night and it seemed the world was expanding around me. I took the train, got lost, and thought about never going home.
But excitement over my coming matriculation at Carolina underlay everything that I did that summer. I’d wanted that for quite some time - I can’t really recollect having any other post-Chatham Central High School goal. Dean Smith got me on The Front Porch, UNC-TV and the Legacy of Frank Porter Graham kept me there. Of course in those days my path was set - Major in Political Science and then Law School - that was Deddy’s Dream. Naturally I went OFF Course almost immediately though I hardly even realized it at first.
Chapel Hill in 1976 still bore a sense of Hippiedom but it was also a place in transition. The Vietnam War was over and no draft loomed, and thus death and and killing was just a Big Brother Memory for those of us arriving. Fashion ranged from beards and flannel to platforms and disco miniskirts. Dreadlocks and Mohawks were a bit over the horizon yet. Bongs and Blue Cups were offered up for all in George’s Cheap Joint and He’s Not Here. Phil Ford united us all.
The antics of The Bluegrass Experience graced The Cat’s Cradle on Thursdays while Mayo’s Bacchae was the scene for downtown dance. East Coast Beach records dominated the juke box at Kirkpatrick’s on Rosemary. You could still plunk down coins and hear The Kingston Trio and The Beatles (Helter Skelter was a favorite) in The Shack. Music was a wild bricolage ranging from Grateful Dead, Bob Marley, remnants of album rock, and all the great treasures that Dennis Gavin was introducing us to from the bins of his record shop, The Fair Exchange, just off Franklin on Henderson Street. I even bought a cassette of I.W.W. Songs from Bob Sheldon in Internationalist Books that made me a Utah Phillips fan for life. Dennis and Bob were next door neighbors in those days. Those two small side-by-side shops provided a boy from the outlands very needed instruction and materiel appropriately supplemental to campus offerings.
In keeping with the out-of-classroom learning it was #OTD (March 18) in 1977 that student radio WXYC debuted. So many friends, my wife Leah included, spun tunes over the air and the internet (the station was the First to do that - look it up). The original transmitter was on a South Campus Water Tower - Today the signal emanates from nearby #ChathamCounty ( though not #Deep ).
In those early days, it was ‘The Pit’ where the Great Melding and Smelting took place for me. Preachers and prophets shouted out the error of our ways and protesters and philosophers offered us righteous paths to enlightenment. Or do I have that backwards? It was exactly how it should have, could have, been in that brief post-war, post-Nixon, pre-Reagan, pre-pre-polarized moment.
Looking back those almost four decades it seems like those ‘second-half of the Seventies’ years were a respite, especially since, also looking back, we have been in an ever deepening soul-struggle ever since.
I can’t remember how many times I climbed that thing.
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#OTD (March 19) in 1888 Josef Albers was born in Bottrop, Germany. He was an artist in many mediums and a teacher at #BlackMountainCollege in #WNC. As I understand it Josef Albers is one of the people responsible for furniture of this style (Bauhaus). He and his wife, Anni, a weaver of great skill, renown, and creativity herself, spent the years 1933 to 1949 at Black Mountain College in Western North Carolina. The two of them, and all of those Black Mountain folks, changed how we perceive and live in the world in ways almost impossible to grasp and often unrecognized. Armchair | The Art Institute of Chicago
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Coincidence? I think not. My sister got on a plane to Vegas this morning. Meeting a cousin who happens to be a SDSU grad. Gloating shall occur.
1931 Nevada legalized gambling, which paved the way for casinos in the state, most notably in Las Vegas.
As an old school guy who enjoyed learning about real mobsters I always stayed at the Tropicana or Flamingo.
One time after a 10 day Canyon trip I arrived at a Forest Seviice campground on Mt. Charleston just west of Vegas. (Poor guy tgen. No afford hotel) and set up camp. One Wimnebago there. Great. Back to Vegas and walking aliong the strip,was just too much - people noise, lights. Turned around and back o the mountains, built a fire and looked down at the lights of Vegas. Impressive.
1931 Nevada legalized gambling, which paved the way for casinos in the state, most notably in Las Vegas.
As an old school guy who enjoyed learning about real mobsters I always stayed at the Tropicana or Flamingo.
One time after a 10 day Canyon trip I arrived at a Forest Seviice campground on Mt. Charleston just west of Vegas. (Poor guy tgen. No afford hotel) and set up camp. One Wimnebago there. Great. Back to Vegas and walking aliong the strip,was just too much - people noise, lights. Turned around and back o the mountains, built a fire and looked down at the lights of Vegas. Impressive.
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1852 American author Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin was published in book form.
Uncle Tom's Cabin; or, Life Among the Lowly is an anti-slavery novel by American author Harriet Beecher Stowe. Published in two volumes in 1852, the novel had a profound effect on attitudes toward African Americans and slavery in the U.S., and is said to have "helped lay the groundwork for the [American] Civil War".
Stowe, a Connecticut-born teacher at the Hartford Female Seminary, was part of the religious Beecher family and an active abolitionist. She wrote the sentimental novel to depict the reality of slavery while also asserting that Christian love could overcome slavery.[4][5][6] The novel focuses on the character of Uncle Tom, a long-suffering black slave around whom the stories of the other characters revolve.
In the United States, Uncle Tom's Cabin was the best-selling novel and the second best-selling book of the 19th century, following the Bible.[7][8] It is credited with helping fuel the abolitionist cause in the 1850s.[9] The influence attributed to the book was so great that a likely apocryphal story arose of Abraham Lincoln meeting Stowe at the start of the Civil War and declaring, "So this is the little lady who started this great war."
The book and the plays it inspired helped popularize a number of negative stereotypes about black people,[12][13][3] including that of the namesake character "Uncle Tom". The term came to be associated with an excessively subservient person.[14] These later associations with Uncle Tom's Cabin have, to an extent, overshadowed the historical effects of the book as a "vital antislavery tool".[15] Nonetheless, the novel remains a "landmark" in protest literature,[16] with later books such as The Jungle by Upton Sinclair and Silent Spring by Rachel Carson owing a large debt to it.
Uncle Tom's Cabin; or, Life Among the Lowly is an anti-slavery novel by American author Harriet Beecher Stowe. Published in two volumes in 1852, the novel had a profound effect on attitudes toward African Americans and slavery in the U.S., and is said to have "helped lay the groundwork for the [American] Civil War".
Stowe, a Connecticut-born teacher at the Hartford Female Seminary, was part of the religious Beecher family and an active abolitionist. She wrote the sentimental novel to depict the reality of slavery while also asserting that Christian love could overcome slavery.[4][5][6] The novel focuses on the character of Uncle Tom, a long-suffering black slave around whom the stories of the other characters revolve.
In the United States, Uncle Tom's Cabin was the best-selling novel and the second best-selling book of the 19th century, following the Bible.[7][8] It is credited with helping fuel the abolitionist cause in the 1850s.[9] The influence attributed to the book was so great that a likely apocryphal story arose of Abraham Lincoln meeting Stowe at the start of the Civil War and declaring, "So this is the little lady who started this great war."
The book and the plays it inspired helped popularize a number of negative stereotypes about black people,[12][13][3] including that of the namesake character "Uncle Tom". The term came to be associated with an excessively subservient person.[14] These later associations with Uncle Tom's Cabin have, to an extent, overshadowed the historical effects of the book as a "vital antislavery tool".[15] Nonetheless, the novel remains a "landmark" in protest literature,[16] with later books such as The Jungle by Upton Sinclair and Silent Spring by Rachel Carson owing a large debt to it.
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First thought was Reduction In Force. But this may be a better definition.
The abbreviation RIF stands for Retrieval-Induced Forgetting and is mostly used in the following categories: Psychology, Medical.
Retrieval-induced forgetting (RIF) is a memory phenomenon where remembering causes forgetting of other information in memory. The phenomenon was first demonstrated in 1994, although the concept of RIF has been previously discussed in the context of retrieval inhibition.