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New comic day is the best day. #comics #imagecomics #marvel #MidtownComics

New comic day is the best day. #comics #imagecomics #marvel #MidtownComics

Book smell is back - 25 paper-scented perfumes and candles

I love my Kindle, but the smell of a well loved paper book is one of my favorite sensory experiences. Problem solved!

The magic of the addictive smell of books was very well described by the team of researchers, who concluded that it’s “a combination of grassy notes with a tang of acids and a hint of vanilla over an underlying mustiness.”

Found the link in Alexis Madrigal’s excellent Five Intriguing Things newsletter.

runonsentencesaboutemotions:

Painter painting in our land pictures of only white angels
Painter painting in our time in shadows of yesterday

Painter, if you paint with love, paint me some black angels now
For all good blacks in heaven, painter show us that you care

Eartha Kitt - Angelitos Negros (1970 performance)

Eartha Kitt deserved so much more recognition than she got.

I once asked a priest almost this exact question. Without missing a beat he answered “Well symbolically, white is the color of divine purity and beauty.” In retrospect, that was probably the exact moment I stopped being a catholic.

(Source: foxwin)

humansofnewyork:

"My family made me come. But I hate it. I can’t get a job because I have a lot of accent. I was an assistant manager at a big jewelry store in the Dominican Republic, now I clean tables. We had a big house there. Now we live in a small apartment. If I was home right now, I’d be in a very nice restaurant, on the beach, laughing with my friends. Not sitting alone on a bench, trying to learn English. There I was a princess. Here I am an immigrant. A servant."

Wow. So much for the American dream.

humansofnewyork:

"My family made me come. But I hate it. I can’t get a job because I have a lot of accent. I was an assistant manager at a big jewelry store in the Dominican Republic, now I clean tables. We had a big house there. Now we live in a small apartment. If I was home right now, I’d be in a very nice restaurant, on the beach, laughing with my friends. Not sitting alone on a bench, trying to learn English. There I was a princess. Here I am an immigrant. A servant."

Wow. So much for the American dream.

arcaneimages:

The Night of the Hunter (1955):

Still creeps the shit out of me.