Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.

I really needed this poem today and maybe you do too? "Good Bones," by the wonderful Maggie Smith. www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/89897/...

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Opening the DNC’s Black Box Why we’re publishing a previously undisclosed list of all 448 members of the Democratic National Committee

The DNC will choose a new chair Feb 1. But the names of the members who will vote is secret, even to *other members.*
Until today. We are publishing a list of all 448 voting members of the DNC, to show how power is concentrated & flows inside the national party. Micah Sifry has the story.

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Well, as sad as that is, owls have to eat, too 😪.

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My adorable Ziggy Boo

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Adorable

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