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Just a note to all people planning on giving blood, remember it only has a shelf life of 42 days. After 9/11, so many people donated that there was a glut of blood in the system and much of it expired on the shelves, unused, because there was more than needed. ALso, if you donate right now, you will not be eligible to donate again for 8 weeks, so about a month after 9/11 there was a bit of a shortage, because many people couldn’t donate again for several weeks.
Consider delaying your donation for a week or two to insure a good steady flow of blood that will allow blood banks to replenish their inventory. Most blood banks in the United States are part of an emergency sharing system and will be shipping ready to transfuse products to Boston if they are needed. Spacing out donations insures everyone will have blood to provide their community in the coming weeks.
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Useful information! Please consider spacing out your donations! (and if you can, please donate)
Such depth. Like drowning in beauty.
…and then I imagined the opening of KH.
Look who’s back in the DC Universe?
Batman Incorporated #10 (three more issues to go). This week.
London Hub City Project - By Grimshaw Architects and Urban Research Unit
If only using one of London’s many airports was as easy as this graphic is awesome.
From the title alone, there is a double entendre, and this short poem hides depth of meaning.
You focus on what seems to be a duality. 1) There is a change in personal status, or standing; 2) your feeling of loss of a personal seat, that would leave you standing. Curiously, the second part makes the notion of you standing, yet simultaneous absence, interesting to consider in the framework of the extended metaphor.
For reasons I don’t understand, I keep imagining this as a seat at a stadium. Not so much a table. Nor is it around a bonfire. But at a stadium- where you would be one of many gathered to see a spectacle.
Yet, the feeling you meant to portray is not lost on me, here. You felt special, and now you do not. You feel your name was changed, and now you have become forgotten. Even you have forsaken the name. Now, you are gone— ah, but this is where it is the most interesting:
Why are you gone?
This one, so far, is my favorite. Why? Because it is complex, it is relatable, and it remains personal. It touches on the ideas of how others perceive you and evaluate you, the betrayal of having someone in your most vulnerable of spaces, or losing yourself and being mistreated in the process.
The second stanza, is curious. It is the part of self-worth, of recognizing those pieces of ourselves that we treasure, simply as self-knowledge. Yet, the way that it is written, it sounds as if those disguised treasures and sentimental gems are useless to anyone else. That perplexes me, simply for my irrelevant personal opinions.
Finally, the last line is best: the recognition of your own potential. And that, I enjoy.