Thursday, June 19, 2008
Join the Party!
This joke motivational poster from my friend Martin took me back to that History of the Soviet Union (remember those wacky lovable nutcases?) I took in my undergrad. It seemed like a good idea at the time (the course, I mean, though I suppose that could be a theme today for any course on the USSR).
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The Beekeeper, The Monastery, and the Foreclosure Crisis
From the New York Times. St. Francis and my late father would both have liked this story.
April 20, 2008
American Album
Floridian One to Call When Bees Move In
By JOHN LELAND
CAPE CORAL, Fla. — In a county with one of the nation’s highest foreclosure rates, empty houses have attracted a new type of nonpaying tenant: bees.
Tens of thousands of honeybees, building nests in garages, rafters, even furniture left behind.
When a swarm came to the foreclosed ranch house at 3738 Santa Barbara Place in Cape Coral, town officials called B. Keith Councell, a fourth generation beekeeper and licensed bee remover.
On a recent evening, Mr. Councell stood at the light blue house’s open garage door as hundreds of honeybees buzzed over his head and past his ears, disappearing into a hole behind the water meter. The house has been without a human occupant since December.
Read the whole article and don't miss the video.
April 20, 2008
American Album
Floridian One to Call When Bees Move In
By JOHN LELAND
CAPE CORAL, Fla. — In a county with one of the nation’s highest foreclosure rates, empty houses have attracted a new type of nonpaying tenant: bees.
Tens of thousands of honeybees, building nests in garages, rafters, even furniture left behind.
When a swarm came to the foreclosed ranch house at 3738 Santa Barbara Place in Cape Coral, town officials called B. Keith Councell, a fourth generation beekeeper and licensed bee remover.
On a recent evening, Mr. Councell stood at the light blue house’s open garage door as hundreds of honeybees buzzed over his head and past his ears, disappearing into a hole behind the water meter. The house has been without a human occupant since December.
Read the whole article and don't miss the video.
In Hard Times, the Truck Stop Offers a Place to Pray
From the New York Times. I've travelled through Breezewood, PA, on the way to other places. I never thought much about the spiritual needs of the long-haul truckers who pass through here or other truck stops.June 18, 2008
By IAN URBINA
BREEZEWOOD, Pa.
More than six million souls pass through this quarter-mile strip of all-night waffle houses and gas stations each year. The Rev. Shannon Rust hopes to save at least a few of them.
For nearly two decades, he has pulled the chapel inside his 18-wheel tractor-trailer twice a week to this bustling truck stop where the Pennsylvania Turnpike meets Interstate 70.
To most people, this place between Pittsburgh and Harrisburg is neither here nor there. It is a tank of gas, a bathroom break and a coffee refill. But to Mr. Rust, the diesel-soaked lot alongside the All-American Petro is a parish ideal for preaching to the traveling masses about life’s ultimate arrival.
Read the whole article and don't miss the video.
By IAN URBINA
BREEZEWOOD, Pa.
More than six million souls pass through this quarter-mile strip of all-night waffle houses and gas stations each year. The Rev. Shannon Rust hopes to save at least a few of them.
For nearly two decades, he has pulled the chapel inside his 18-wheel tractor-trailer twice a week to this bustling truck stop where the Pennsylvania Turnpike meets Interstate 70.
To most people, this place between Pittsburgh and Harrisburg is neither here nor there. It is a tank of gas, a bathroom break and a coffee refill. But to Mr. Rust, the diesel-soaked lot alongside the All-American Petro is a parish ideal for preaching to the traveling masses about life’s ultimate arrival.
Read the whole article and don't miss the video.
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