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In God We Trust | 718.389.3545 | info The price for ridding society of bad is always high In June of 1945, this striking letter arrived at the home of 3-year-old Dennis Helms in Washington, written on a sheet of Adolf Hitler's letterhead. It had been penned by his father, Lt. Richard Helms, an intelligence operative with the OSS who, following Germany's surrender the month before, had managed to acquire some of the recently-deceased Nazi leader's stationery from the Reich Chancellery. Richard Helms later became Director of the CIA. Transcript follows. Transcript OBERSALZBERG, DEN V-E dayADOLF HITLERDear Dennis, The man who might have written on this card once controlled Europe — three short years ago when you were born.

theBERRY - That's What She Saw | Berry Love What I’ve Learned From Life And Travel I was born to gypsies, gestating on Lago de Atitlan in the highlands of Guatemala, making my appearance in the forests of Ontario, Canada at the other end of the continent. My path has wound it’s way across many continents and countries in my short 39 years, and now there is a parade of little feet walking behind me as I have become a gypsy mama myself. I can’t imagine any other life. Join our community - over 100,000 strong - and learn through travel! I’m thankful for so many aspects of the freedom of my life and the ability to travel far and wide, but the things I’m most thankful for are the lessons my nomadic path is teaching me as I continue to put one foot in front of the other, on desert paths and jungle tracks, lonely beaches, and high mountain passes. This is your life Stuck in the suburbs? This. This is your life. This. Live it. There are no experts. If there is one downside to the internet era it is the throng of voices continually shouting about life: yours, mine, theirs.

parseltongue hat KNITTING PATTERN by TinyOwlsMagicAttic Hang on, my love, and grow big and strong It took nine months for Iggy Pop to reply to then-21-year-old Laurence's fan letter, but really the timing couldn't have been more perfect as on the morning his thoughtful note did arrive at her home in Paris, Laurence's family were being evicted by bailiffs. Laurence recalls that moment back in 1995: "By the time I finished I was in tears. Iggy's empathetic, handwritten response addressed Laurence's problems with both grace and eloquence, and really can't be praised enough. Transcript follows. (Source: Laurence; Image: Iggy Pop, via.) Transcript

CLEO magazine - MSN NZ Wanderlust Sailing high above the Atlantic, the roar of twin jet engines pushes the sun farther and farther behind. Through the porthole the horizon bisects sheets of blue into air and water. Rorschach splotches of white clouds stretch into invisibility and refracted light causes me to squint faintly at nothing in particular. Headphones repeat the same old music. The songs that are true are the songs they don’t play: I’m leaving on a jet plane, here I go again on my own, and so on. They say that people who suffer from wanderlust are in a perpetual state of either looking for something that doesn’t exist, or running from something they can never get away from. But what an obvious and patronizing statement. This is true of almost anything or anyone in life. I’m no exception. One way I know is because my trips home are always bittersweet. Blankets of clothing draped around lumbering bodies. The offensive personal intrusions in the name of “security.” The bad tattoos. The smiles of aging parents.

KRISTIANNE KOCH-FINE ART AND PORTRAITS | newborn--children--families--couples--weddings | san clemente | orange county | san diego | los angeles | california | pacific coast Perception - StumbleUpon . . . Something To Think About. . . Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. 4 minutes later: The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk. 6 minutes: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again. 10 minutes: A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. 45 minutes: The musician played continuously. 1 hour: He finished playing and silence took over. No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. This is a true story. The questions raised: *In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

Comics, Quizzes, and Stories - The Oatmeal Find What You Love and Let It Kill You “We’re all going to die, all of us. What a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities; we are eaten up by nothing.” Yes, we’re all going to die. When we die isn’t even really the interesting question, as once you’re dead you won’t be around to care about what you did or didn’t do. No, the interesting question is how we die. Me? Luckily that hasn’t happened yet. When we think about our own deaths we typically think about the final moments. You could say that our death is a work-in-progress over the course of our lives — each breath, each bite, each swallow, each late night and missed traffic light, each laugh and scream and cry and crashing fist and lonely sigh — they each bring us one step closer to our own dramatic denouement from this world. So the better question isn’t when you’re going to die. With Passion Comes Pain The title of this article is a quote from the author and poet Charles Bukowski.

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