In the waning days of President Barack Obama’s administration, he and his wife, Michelle, hosted a farewell party, the full import of which no one could then grasp.
Source: My President Was Black – The Atlantic
I see finches blown by a gale from the roof of my house onto the road outside this window. They crouch there on the sand facing into the wind, hoping not to be tossed again into the wild air.
Source: Friday essay: Christmas poetry – a reflection
What is today’s technology doing to our memories, and how can we improve our recall?
Source: Explained: How memory works – ABC News (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)
tanding at an intersection in Shuafat Refugee Camp, in East Jerusalem, I watched as a boy, sunk down behind the steering wheel of a beat-up sedan, zoomed through an intersection with his arm out the driver’s-side window, signaling like a Nascar driver pulling in for a pit stop. I was amazed. He looked about 12.“No one cares here,” my host, Baha Nababta, said, laughing at my astonishment. “Anyone can do anything they want.”
Source: ‘We Are Orphans Here’ – The New York Times