And just like that, the budget is important again. Can a fiscally responsible government be meaningful again? Which party campaigns on that?
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And just like that, the budget is important again. Can a fiscally responsible government be meaningful again? Which party campaigns on that?
Makes total sense
When I was a member I had a friend that was really surprised when he stepped away and no one came. It really is the common behavior. Once you see the extent that the ward was an activity not a relationship and that activity is over. It would be nice to just have a meaningful conversation about it
Some angry men on a house porch that are not happy about anything
When the elders quorum stop by because you have not been to church lately
An image of Santa Claus, in his classic red suit and hat, holding a voting ballot. He is laughing heartily, as if he's just heard a great joke, implying amusement at the idea that people actually believe their individual votes have any real impact.
Maturing is realizing voting is the adult equivalent of sending letters to Santa Claus
As all the air traffic is diverted away from the Iraq airspace, one lone plane is shown going for it. Those Amazon packages need to be delivered
Air Serbia is just built different
The thing is, are you actually surprised? It's not 2016 anymore, he isn't getting better with age
The potato radius is the size at which an asteroid's gravity becomes strong enough to reshape it into a more spherical form, typically around 200β300 kilometers in radius. This concept helps distinguish between irregularly shaped asteroids and spherical dwarf planets.
"I have not seen anyone else make this discovery"
The desire is strong for sure to be the first
When the Affordable Care Act was being discussed, the question "how are we going to pay for it" was so prevalent it became annoying.
Where was that question the past few weeks about engagement in an illegal war?
Oh, yea, no one was talking. Will congress finally convict the impeachment this time?
Right? Where were those lessons in our youth. Adulting just sucks sometimes
Right? Let the avoidance begin. Once they know they can't baptize me, it should die off till the next set of missionaries show up
They try so hard to have "casual" conversations. Like they haven't already seen you a dozen times. I try not to be too hard on them, they are just kids away from their families without enough tools to actually take on a meaningful theological conversation.
I may have told the missionaries tonight that Jesus lied in the new testament and that he did not fulfill any messianic prophecies. I was polite. We left on good terms, tho I may not be approached again any time soon. I did offer that they can count on me if they ever need anything
Shouldn't the mouthpieces of God, the global faith leadership of the last days have anything specific from the deity of all mankind to communicate in these troubling times other than, mmm, we are watching and will see where this goes. At least Jesus turned over tables with passion
From the South Rim, peering over the edge into the Black Canyon is not merely a scenic overlook; it is an encounter with the raw, violent architecture of the earth. The first and most overwhelming sensation is one of profound depth and compression. The view is less about a sweeping panorama and more about a dramatic, almost claustrophobic vertical plunge. The walls of the canyon do not simply slope down; they fall. They drop away in a series of colossal, fractured precipices, descending in dramatic shifts of shadow and light. The rock, predominantly ancient gneiss and schist, is a canvas of dark, somber huesβcharcoal greys, deep taupes, and blacks so dense they seem to absorb the sunlight. This is what gives the canyon its name; the light struggles to penetrate the depths, leaving the lower reaches in a perpetual, cool twilight. As your eye travels down this vertiginous slope, the rock reveals its violent history. The cliffs are not smooth, but are instead riven with sharp, diagonal streaks of lighter pegmatite, looking like frozen lightning bolts against the dark stone. The entire face is a chaotic tapestry of sheer vertical walls, crumbling buttresses, and dramatic, knife-edge ridges. And then, at the very bottom of this immense, shadowy gash in the earth, you see it: a thin, coiled thread of silver. From nearly 2,000 feet above, the Gunnison River looks deceptively serene and tiny, a mere ribbon of light. Its incessant, roaring rush is inaudible, swallowed by the vast space, leaving only the visual of its powerful, silent movement through the depths. It is the ultimate sculptor, the reason for this abyss, yet from this height, it appears as a humble, distant detail in a landscape of overwhelming grandeur. The overall impression is of a world turned inside out. The forces that usually build upwards have here been inverted, creating a vertical world of stone, shadow, and a distant, silver thread of water.
In this photograph, the perspective from the South Rim captures the Black Canyon not as a yawning void, but as a study in monumental shadow and light. The eye is immediately drawn downward, tracing the chaotic, fractured geology of the immense walls as they plummet toward the unseen heart of the earth. The rock, banded with the dark hues of ancient gneiss and schist, creates a vertical tapestry of deep greys and absorbing blacks. Streaks of lighter pegmatite cut sharply across the faces, like pale scars or veins of frozen lightning against the prevailing darkness. The cliffs themselves are a study in dramatic structure: sheer, windowless palisades give way to crumbling buttresses and jagged, knife-edge ridges, each shelf and precipice casting long, sharp shadows into the depths below. The light, struggling to penetrate this profound gash in the landscape, seems to dissolve as it travels down, leaving the lower reaches of the canyon cloaked in a cool, ethereal twilight. And there, at the very bottom of this chasm, lies the Gunnison River. It appears as a delicate, impossibly thin filament of silver, quietly coiling its way through the darkness. From this height, its immense power is silenced, its roar lost to the vast space, leaving only the visual of its persistent, winding path. It is the quiet architect of this entire scene, a distant whisper of movement that belies the violent force that carved this abyss. The final impression is of a world turned inside out, a place of humbling scale where the earth reveals its most ancient and formidable layers.
It is really hard to capture the depth of this canyon in pictures. Best sacrament had in decades
The house, to the left, seems to be constructed from shadow and silence. It is a Victorian Gothic revival, but one that has been allowed to fall into a state of beautiful decay. Its wooden siding is stained a deep, charcoal grey, nearly black, and the gingerbread trim along the high, peaked gables is painted the color of dried blood. The windows are tall and narrow, like the slits in a confessional, and no light ever seems to escape them, only a deep, impenetrable darkness that drinks the afternoon sun. Next door, the contrast is so severe it almost causes physical pain. The house is a two-story explosion in a cotton candy factory. The front porch is a riot of color: wind chimes made of sea glass, a swing seat upholstered in sunflower-yellow fabric, and a collection of potted cacti, each one painted a different fluorescent color. The yard is a neatly manicured square of emerald-green astroturf, populated by a family of plastic lawn flamingos, one of which wears a tiny, knitted sombrero. A fence of white pickets, aggressively cheerful, separates this psychedelic oasis from the ominous gloom next door, and a flagstone path, painted in a wavy rainbow stripe, leads from the road to a bright pink door. On the thin strip of grass between the properties, the natural world seems undecided. One side is shaded and damp, home to dark moss and toadstools. The other is bathed in the mountain light, buzzing with bees that have discovered the cactus flowers. If you stand on the road at twilight, you can see the warm, golden glow from Enid's house spill out of her many windows, illuminating the silhouettes of her dancing plants. At the very same moment, a single, cold light will flicker on in a high, solitary room of Wednesday's house, casting the shadow of the leafless tree across the pink siding next door, a monochromatic specter at the perpetual party.
Wednesday and Enid's houses in Silverton Colorado
Take the long, narrow bones of a project shotgun house β one hallway straight through, room-after-room bleeding into each other and use it as an LDS temple Dress it in smooth brown limestone, so radiant it hurts to look at. The roof ain't tin, but flat marble with a delicate gold spire rising dead center. Walk up the porch steps, past white picket fence, through a large carved wooden door. Inside, the first parlor has dove-gray silk walls and crystal chandeliers. Through the arch, the next room blooms with garden murals and fresh flowers. You walk through, already seeing the next arch. Room after roomβeach more peaceful, more quiet. The floors sink into thick white carpet. The furniture gets simpler, until the last room at the very back. This room is small. Stark white walls, a blue ceiling with gold stars. Nothing but a simple altar and chairs. The "Holy of Holies"βthe back bedroom, where the quiet is so deep you hear your own heartbeat. That shotgun house logic: a straight line from the decorated front to the sacred back. Leaving the world behind one room at a time, until you reach the stillness at the end of the hall.
These LDS temples are getting really basic on the outside in
Silverton Colorado
Real eyes
Realize
Real lies
If you choose an answer to this question at random, what is the chance you will be correct?
a) 25%
b) 50%
c) 60%
d) 25%
Just listening to a moon landing denier and he sounds so much like LDS apostles telling their little tales about "some faithful member wrote me" or "some faithful story from history" or some vague experiences they can't really explain in detail.
And if the world knew, oy
youtu.be/o5LBAepwBfc?...
The ICE surge in Minnesota cost $280M to detain 4k of whom 30 were accused of violent crime. Plus another 530 of minor traffic violations.
$9 million per capture of 'the worst of the worst'
Plus two civilian deaths
Your tax dollars hard at work
Paper has six sides, yet we can only use two of them effectively. The other four are for bloodshed
A moment of flavorful contrast. There's the comfort of Raman, a deep bowl of carbs and warmth. The heat of the spicy edamame, a pop of color and a burst of fiery flavor waiting to be unleashed from its green shell. The purity of the water, a silent, cool companion to balance the spice. Together, they tell a story of a simple, perfect, and satisfying meal.
Should we bring back food images?
Listing of the grace under pressure event by Rush at the salt palace, salt lake city, May 14, 1984
Listing of the moving pictures event at salt lake, 1981
I think I found interest in Rush when I saw someone wearing a grace under pressure shirt and haven't looked back
A zoo of knots
Click into any knot for a 3D view
knotplot.com/zoo/
North Korea going to have a female president before the states?
www.bbc.com/news/article...
The mango enchiladas tho
