George II: “never mind the crash, send me a billion” (Snippets 45)

Windows into History

South Sea Bubble Edward Matthew Ward’s interpretation of the “South Sea Bubble”, painted in the style of Hogarth more than a century after the events depicted.

In 1746, William Pulteney, Earl of Bath, became Prime Minister.  He held the post for a grand total of two days.  Admittedly, this is debatable as strictly speaking there was no official office of Prime Minister at the time, but there is no doubt that he occupies a very unusual place in history.

During the early 1730s, Pulteney had served as a Whig minister, in strong opposition to Robert Walpole.  Although Walpole was also a Whig, Pulteney and his fellow “Patriot Whigs” considered Walpole to be a corrupt prime minister during his extraordinary two decades in power.

In 1734, Pulteney wrote An Enquiry into the Conduct of our Domestick Affairs, from the Year 1721, to the Present Time,  in which he quoted from a financial request…

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SoulCycle, I’m Sorry. You’re Not What I Thought You Were.

Mary in Manhattan

Ok so I think I’m going insane. I’m on some kind of existential fitness fad journey. First Pure Barre, now SoulCycle? WHO AM I?

Well, normally I am someone who enjoys a good dance class. I grew up dancing (ballet and modern) and it wasn’t until college that I slowed down with that and found out that dancing was actually exercise in disguise. I like it that way – disguised. Otherwise, I feel like a hamster on a wheel when I go to the gym.

These days, I do a combo of Yoga and Zumba at New York Sports Club (shout outs to my fave yoga teacher, Ginger and the best Zumba teacher on Earth, Matthew). But I have been feeling adventurous (also there is a free SoulCycle class promo through January 18th).

With my free class confirmation in hand, I ventured to SoulCycle – a place I had…

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Day 1099: Uncategorized

The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally

Yesterday, when I was hanging out at WordPress in my usual uncategorized way, I noticed that over 200 of my posts were categorized as “Uncategorized.”  You could categorize my initial reaction to that as “categorically surprised,” since I almost always  categorize my posts as “personal growth” and “photojournalism.”

I  quickly categorized a theory as to why WordPress has categorized so many otherwise categorized posts as “uncategorized” — “uncategorized” is the default categorization used by WordPress for any new post and I need to uncheck a box to un-categorize any post from being “uncategorized.”

Perhaps I shall categorize THIS post as “uncategorized,” but before I do, here are some uncategorized thoughts about “uncategorized”:

  • Human beings naturally categorize things, in order to understand them.
  • Because I was categorized “ill” as a small child dealing with a congenital heart condition, I categorically resist being categorized.
  • As a psychotherapist, I have to categorize people…

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Eagle Pond Farm

Dougstuber's Blog

This Poem originally appeared in the 1984 Spring Edition of Mangrove Review, out of the University of Florida.

Eagle Pond Farm

October in New Hampshire means colored leaves for kicking.
Donald kicks a few heading into town for cheese.
He notices that the antique dealer, once again, announced
The coming of winter by changing his sign. It now reads:
“Driveways Plowed, Reasonable Rates.” The type of
De-evolution Donald appreciates.

Standard time ensures contrast, as autumn’s last bonfire
Sends a leaf-shaped spark into the air.
A simple way of life is free to walk around without inspection:
So Donald does. He checks out of Najur’s General Store
With Gouda and N.Y. Sharp Cheddar tucked away.
He climbs up the knoll then down the driveway to the farm.
He kicks a pinecone to the safety of the woods.
He exhales steam that quickly disappears.
He can almost see ice forming on the…

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Wood Carving

The Inspiration Shots

iPhoneOgraphy – 11 Jan 2016 (Day 11/366)

Wood carving is a form of working wood by means of a cutting tool (knife) in one hand or a chisel by two hands or with one hand on a chisel and one hand on a mallet, resulting in a wooden figure or figurine, or in the sculptural ornamentation of a wooden object. The phrase may also refer to the finished product, from individual sculptures to hand-worked mouldings composing part of a tracery.

The making of sculpture in wood has been extremely widely practiced but survives much less well than the other main materials such as stone and bronze, as it is vulnerable to decay, insect damage, and fire. It therefore forms an important hidden element in the art history of many cultures. Outdoor wood sculptures do not last long in most parts of the world, so that we have little idea how…

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