Good Reads

[Laurel]

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The 21 million inhabitants of China’s capital appear to be engaged in a city-wide rehearsal for life on an inhospitable planet. Only it’s not a rehearsal: the poisonous atmosphere is already here

Beijing’s air quality has long been a cause of concern, but the effects of its extreme levels of pollution on daily life can now be seen in physical changes to the architecture of the city. Buildings and spaces are being reconfigured and daily routines modified to allow normal life to go on beneath the toxic shroud.

Paper face masks have been common here for a long time, but now the heavy-duty kind with purifying canister filters – of the sort you might wear for a day of asbestos removal – are frequently seen on the streets. On bad days, bike lanes are completely deserted, as people stay at home or retreat to the conditioned environments of hermetically-sealed malls. It’s as if the 21-million-strong population of the Chinese capital is engaged in a mass city-wide rehearsal for life on an inhospitable planet. Only it’s not a rehearsal: the poisonous atmosphere is already here.​

- read the full article Inside Beijing's airpocalypse – a city made 'almost uninhabitable' by pollution (from The Guardian)​

 

[Laurel]

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A year ago, Justine Sacco sent out a tweet and then boarded a plane. By the time she landed, her career was derailed, her reputation was shredded, and her relative anonymity had been replaced by the worst kind of celebrity.
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But I suppose fair is fair. Twitter, regardless of your follower numbers, is a public platform. The rules are clear enough. If you want to test out your offensive material, you’re better off doing so privately, like, say, over the phone. Unless you’re Donald Sterling. His secretly recorded and then leaked racist rants with a love interest several decades his junior made their way to TMZ, and within a few weeks, he had been forced to part ways with the NBA team he owned.

I’m still old enough to remember when the people who recorded and leaked private phone calls were considered the villains? So I’m way too old to even consider putting this piece on the Internet.
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But what if your worst-ever phone call with a girlfriend, husband or significant other was broadcast for the world to hear? Not a very pretty thought experiment, eh?

So maybe it’s best to save your controversial material for the private confines of a personal email. It’s the killer app. Only it turns out that means it can kill a movie, a few careers, and maybe a company.
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I worry that these new realities will lead us down path towards self-censorship. Sharing was fun at first. But now we can see the potential costs. And the risks associated with broadcasting our thoughts just might be enough to turn the era of open digital communication into the age of shut the fuck up.

But you didn’t hear that from me.​

- read the full article I Will Not Post This: The Coming Age of Self Censorship (from Medium)​

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

And often what you put out there creates interesting results. I often go beyond talk directly to action. Audacity is your friend.

 

[Radiohead]

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image courtesy Verano y mil tormentas. (Flickr)

A year ago, Justine Sacco sent out a tweet and then boarded a plane. By the time she landed, her career was derailed, her reputation was shredded, and her relative anonymity had been replaced by the worst kind of celebrity.
[...]
But I suppose fair is fair. Twitter, regardless of your follower numbers, is a public platform. The rules are clear enough. If you want to test out your offensive material, you’re better off doing so privately, like, say, over the phone. Unless you’re Donald Sterling. His secretly recorded and then leaked racist rants with a love interest several decades his junior made their way to TMZ, and within a few weeks, he had been forced to part ways with the NBA team he owned.

I’m still old enough to remember when the people who recorded and leaked private phone calls were considered the villains? So I’m way too old to even consider putting this piece on the Internet.
[...]
But what if your worst-ever phone call with a girlfriend, husband or significant other was broadcast for the world to hear? Not a very pretty thought experiment, eh?

So maybe it’s best to save your controversial material for the private confines of a personal email. It’s the killer app. Only it turns out that means it can kill a movie, a few careers, and maybe a company.
[...]
I worry that these new realities will lead us down path towards self-censorship. Sharing was fun at first. But now we can see the potential costs. And the risks associated with broadcasting our thoughts just might be enough to turn the era of open digital communication into the age of shut the fuck up.

But you didn’t hear that from me.​

- read the full article I Will Not Post This: The Coming Age of Self Censorship (from Medium)​

I sucked a lot of cock to get where I am (Regurgitator)

Feel free to find me in real life and attach me to anything online. And I was doing this long before the world thought this may be an issue.

 

[Laurel]

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On July 8, 1879, the USS Jeannette set sail from San Francisco to cheering crowds in the grip of “Arctic Fever.” The official U.S. Naval expedition, funded by James Gordon Bennett, the eccentric and stupendously wealthy owner of The New York Herald, intended to reach the North Pole by sea. The ship was captained by an ambitious young officer named George Washington De Long, who led a team of 32 men deep into uncharted Arctic waters, carrying the aspirations of a young country burning to become a world power. The ship sailed as far north as possible, but soon was trapped in pack ice, where it would remain immobilized until summer.
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“This is the dreariest day I have ever experienced,” De Long wrote, “and it is certainly passed in the dreariest part of the world.” On this Christmas morning, he felt he had nothing to celebrate. He was unaware that that very week, in Washington, the Navy Department had promoted him to the rank of lieutenant commander. As he thought of his wife, Emma, their daughter Sylvie, and the comforts of home, he could hardly drag himself out of bed.

But De Long’s spirits lifted when some of the men came aft to distribute a bill of fare that they’d secretly printed on the Jeannette’s small press. A Christmas feast was to be held at 3:00 p.m., with entertainment afterward. De Long’s mouth watered when he read the sumptuous menu —​

- read the full article Christmas on a Sinking Ship (from Medium)​

 

[Laurel]

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robothugscomic:

New comic!

TUMBLRITES: This comic is huge and likely doesn’t render well on tumblr. Check out a more complete version on my site here.

Please note: This comic contains discussion of sexual assault, rape, and rape culture

This guy, this fucking guy, still sticks in my brain. It’s been years since I’ve been online dating. It was an interaction of messages that culminated in this exchange over about 2 weeks.

He’s so forgettable in every other way, but I am just still so aggravated by this weird smug privileged obliviousness around constant social demands on women and femmefolk to be both constantly available to men and at the same time perfectly take all necessary steps to prevent their own rapes.

It is STUPID and AWFUL that we are expected to constantly be smart, aware, strong, reactive, proactive, and sober enough to prevent our own assaults. It is STUPID and AWFUL that if we do anything, ANYTHING, like have a glass of wine, or walk home, or smile at someone, or not smile at someone, that we are somehow in that way shouldering responsibility for someone deliberately, maliciously harming us.

And it is ridiculous to ask someone to shrug all of that social pressure and blaming and responsibility off because it’s vaguely insulting to you that someone has to think about the possibility that you’re not a great person.

Dude, thanks. You saved me a lot of wasted time with that message. I mean it.

http://www.robot-hugs.com/risky-date/

THIS.

 

[Laurel]

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On the most recent episode of “On the Media,” there was a really interesting segment in which Brooke Gladstone spoke with Boaz Keysar and Albert Costa, two researchers working on the question of how bilingual people might make certain decisions differently depending on which language the decision is described in.

As Keysar explained, it appears that when bilingual people are given decisions to make in their non-native language, they seem to take a more rational, less quick-draw approach — maybe because processing the scenario takes a bit more cognitive energy.​

- read the full article The Perks of Bickering in a Second Language (from NYMag's Science of Us)​

 

[Laurel]

Porn, guns, the mob and one very disgruntled electrician: how the superstar couple's most intimate moments went global

It's funny what being held at gunpoint will do to you. And being held at gunpoint by a megalomaniacal rock star? Well, that doesn't feel very good at all.

Not when the rock star has spent the past three months, the entire spring of 1995, living a fantasy life right in front of you, sipping martinis and passing a joint around at 11a.m. with his new wife, a pert blonde actress who inspires over a billion people around the world to drool each week as she runs across the beach in a tight red bathing suit. Not when you've been laying wires, tearing up the walls and painting again and again, because the light switch the rock star thought he wanted over here he now wants just there.


By the time Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson abruptly fired the handful of the people renovating their Malibu mansion, refusing to pay for work they said was shoddily done, electrician Rand Gauthier was so sick of the celebrity couple's demands that he was ready to simply write off the $20,000 he says they owed him. But when he and a general contractor came back to the couple's mansion on Mulholland Highway to get their tools and Tommy Lee pointed a shotgun at them, saying, "Get the fuck off my property," Gauthier got seriously pissed.
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"I was never really that popular with people, " he says. "But I had never been held at gunpoint. It screwed with my head."

Now he wanted revenge. He wanted the drummer to feel vulnerable, to realize that he was just a human being, not an invincible rock god, even if he had sold 20 million records by the age of 32. So Gauthier decided to steal the giant safe he knew was tucked in the garage, the one with all of Lee's guns and Anderson's jewelry, and have a laugh at their expense.
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The tape took two years to go from bootleg to viral, and when it did it made an estimated $77 million in less than 12 months – and that's just on legitimate sales. So how did the person who stole the safe manage to evade the police, the lawyers, the media and the biker gangs, but never see a cent? This is the story of a man who staked his livelihood on a video in the hopes that it would save him. Instead he watched his life fall apart as his greed destroyed nearly every shred of the happiness he'd carved out for his adult self.​

- read the full article Pam and Tommy: The Untold Story of the World's Most Infamous Sex Tape (from Rolling Stone)​

 

[trysail]

...(from Rolling Stone)

It's a bit of an understatement to say that Rolling Stone has a slight credibility problem these days.

Before the latest fiasco, I never believed anything they ever printed (without independent corroboration). After their latest clusterfuck, I don't bother reading anything they print.



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[Laurel]

It's a bit of an understatement to say that Rolling Stone has a slight credibility problem these days.

Before the latest fiasco, I never believed anything they ever printed (without independent corroboration). After their latest clusterfuck, I don't bother reading anything they print.



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That's a shame, because it's a good piece and they generally produce high-quality interesting articles. The UVA fiasco was noteworthy because of that fact - because Rolling Stone is known for being journalistically solid. If the UVA piece had been posted on HuffPo or a zillion other places, no one would've flinched because most of what's published online sucks.

 

[trysail]

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If we exclude Mark Twain, whose reminiscences suffered the rapine of fiction and whose attempt at autobiography is a mess, the three best memoir writers in American literature are H. L. Mencken.

The Library of America has issued “Happy Days,” “Newspaper Days” and “Heathen Days” in a single volume that contains a chronology of Mencken’s life and useful notes to help us identify figures of immortal renown, some forgotten for 100 years. More important, the edition includes Mencken’s previously unpublished additions to, corrections of and commentaries on his own books — a retrospective upon retrospectives sufficient in length to turn “The Days Trilogy” into a quartet...

...When Mencken is interested, he goes to work with a writing style that retired undefeated. The hot dogs of his time were served in pastry shells, not “the soggy rolls prevailing today, of ground acorns, plaster of paris, flecks of bath sponge and atmospheric air all compact.”



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- read the full article by P. J. O'Rourke (from The New York Times Book Review)

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[Laurel]

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When Bonnie Harkey, the 85-year-old matriarch of a prominent San Saba family, was brutally murdered in 2012, her death spelled the end of a legendary pecan dynasty. It also uncovered a dark tale of family, greed, and hate. *With an incidental appearance by Tommy Lee Jones.

The late afternoon of March 25, 2012, a voice crackled over the police scanners that perch on the coffee tables or hang on the belts of many residents in San Saba: an ambulance was headed out to Harkey Pecan Farms. Scanner chatter is a rich source of gossip in this tiny Central Texas city of 3,099, and ears perked up that Sunday as paramedics and law enforcement officers rushed four miles west of town to Harkeyville, where a 1927 red-brick house sat among three hundred acres of pecan orchards. The Harkeys had long been one of San Saba’s most prominent families, and their property sat next door to a stretch of pastureland owned by another notable native son, the actor Tommy Lee Jones.
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Where was Bonnie?

That question would be answered 27 hours later and 178 miles away in Leon County, when several Texas Rangers, sheriff’s deputies, and cadaver dogs found Bonnie’s body in a creek bed near an RV campground in Normangee. She was curled into the fetal position and buried under a thick layer of leaves, mud caked into her white curls. An autopsy would reveal that she had been hit over the head and drowned in the shallow water.

It was the kind of horrific end no one could have imagined for the demure Harkey matriarch. But as an ensuing investigation would soon reveal, her death represented the final, sordid unraveling of one of the oldest lineages in Central Texas—the story of a family tree rotted through by the destructive forces of obsession, greed, and hate.​

- read the full article A Tree Is Known By Its Fruit (from Texas Monthly)​

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

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If we exclude Mark Twain, whose reminiscences suffered the rapine of fiction and whose attempt at autobiography is a mess, the three best memoir writers in American literature are H. L. Mencken.

The Library of America has issued “Happy Days,” “Newspaper Days” and “Heathen Days” in a single volume that contains a chronology of Mencken’s life and useful notes to help us identify figures of immortal renown, some forgotten for 100 years. More important, the edition includes Mencken’s previously unpublished additions to, corrections of and commentaries on his own books — a retrospective upon retrospectives sufficient in length to turn “The Days Trilogy” into a quartet...

...When Mencken is interested, he goes to work with a writing style that retired undefeated. The hot dogs of his time were served in pastry shells, not “the soggy rolls prevailing today, of ground acorns, plaster of paris, flecks of bath sponge and atmospheric air all compact.”



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- read the full article by P. J. O'Rourke (from The New York Times Book Review)

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Mencken and Kenneth Roberts confessed to inventing news, an old and honored tradition of the news industry.

 

[islandman]

Hey, Laurel, you think it's THE Yolandi Visser that's referenced in this article?

https://www.yahoo.com/parenting/dad-gives-10-year-old-daughter-a-very-public-101261723257.html

 

[Laurel]

This is a longish but EXCELLENT read

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What a growing body of research reveals about the biology of human happiness—and how to navigate the (temporary) slump in middle age

This summer, a friend called in a state of unhappy perplexity. At age 47, after years of struggling to find security in academia, he had received tenure. Instead of feeling satisfied, however, he felt trapped. He fantasized about escape. His reaction had taken him by surprise. It made no sense. Was there something wrong with him? I gave him the best answer I know. I told him about the U-curve.
[...]
Long ago, when I was 30 and he was 66, the late Donald Richie, the greatest writer I have known, told me: “Midlife crisis begins sometime in your 40s, when you look at your life and think, Is this all? And it ends about 10 years later, when you look at your life again and think, Actually, this is pretty good.” In my 50s, thinking back, his words strike me as exactly right. To no one’s surprise as much as my own, I have begun to feel again the sense of adventure that I recall from my 20s and 30s. I wake up thinking about the day ahead rather than the five decades past. Gratitude has returned.

I was about 50 when I discovered the U-curve and began poking through the growing research on it. What I wish I had known in my 40s (or, even better, in my late 30s) is that happiness may be affected by age, and the hard part in middle age, whether you call it a midlife crisis or something else, is for many people a transition to something much better—something, there is reason to hope, like wisdom. I wish someone had told me what I was able to tell my worried friend: nothing was wrong with him, and he wasn’t alone.​

- read the full article The Real Roots of Midlife Crisis (from The Atlantic)​

 

[IrezumiKiss]

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queerkhmer:

The traditional term for homosexuality in China is “the passion of the cut sleeve boys” (断袖之癖), so named from the story of Emperor Ai of Han (27 BCE - 1 BCE) and Dong Xian (23 BCE - 1 BCE). As the story goes, Emperor Ai fell in love with a minor official named Dong Xian. Dong Xian quickly gained the Emperor’s favor. One afternoon as they slept in bed, Emperor Ai woke up. Rather than wake his lover, he cut the sleeves of his robe to let his lover sleep longer. Homosexuality was regarded as a normal affair up until the late Qing dynasty when the government attempted to westernize the country.

http://queerkhmer.tumblr.com/post/30348740951/the-traditional-term-for-homosexuality-in-china-is

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

This is a longish but EXCELLENT read

http://cdn.theatlantic.com/static/newsroom/img/2014/11/1214_Cover/lead.jpg?nf6ur7

What a growing body of research reveals about the biology of human happiness—and how to navigate the (temporary) slump in middle age

This summer, a friend called in a state of unhappy perplexity. At age 47, after years of struggling to find security in academia, he had received tenure. Instead of feeling satisfied, however, he felt trapped. He fantasized about escape. His reaction had taken him by surprise. It made no sense. Was there something wrong with him? I gave him the best answer I know. I told him about the U-curve.
[...]
Long ago, when I was 30 and he was 66, the late Donald Richie, the greatest writer I have known, told me: “Midlife crisis begins sometime in your 40s, when you look at your life and think, Is this all? And it ends about 10 years later, when you look at your life again and think, Actually, this is pretty good.” In my 50s, thinking back, his words strike me as exactly right. To no one’s surprise as much as my own, I have begun to feel again the sense of adventure that I recall from my 20s and 30s. I wake up thinking about the day ahead rather than the five decades past. Gratitude has returned.

I was about 50 when I discovered the U-curve and began poking through the growing research on it. What I wish I had known in my 40s (or, even better, in my late 30s) is that happiness may be affected by age, and the hard part in middle age, whether you call it a midlife crisis or something else, is for many people a transition to something much better—something, there is reason to hope, like wisdom. I wish someone had told me what I was able to tell my worried friend: nothing was wrong with him, and he wasn’t alone.​

- read the full article The Real Roots of Midlife Crisis (from The Atlantic)​

Nonsense. Real midlife crisis is the result of a paradigm shift that stuns us into inarticulate and senseless stupidity. Like: you bust your ass 20 years for your company and the boss's punk kid is the new CEO the day after he quits high school and sells the company to China; the business manager of your local union embezzles your pension, a sink hole swallows your new car and the garage, your angel daughter runs off with a crew of illegal tomato pickers.

 

[IrezumiKiss]

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[Super-Surprise]

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[Super-Surprise]

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[thør]

It took twenty years and a very obscure account from a small Nazi concentration camp in the Ukraine, but now we know what exactly killed the knucklehead from the book "Into The Wild"



The New Yorker Feature Story: How Chris McCandless Died

Not exactly!

It appears some shrooms may have played a part. Yet, being a dumbass was prolly the biggest reason for his demise.

 

[Super-Surprise]

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[Super-Surprise]

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[IrezumiKiss]

“

He looks at me and asks, “okay, but couldn’t they just have named Quvenzhané Wallis literally anything else?” and my heart beats hard and my hands make fists because

my first name doesn’t come on friendship bracelets, doesn’t come on mugs, doesn’t come on cutesy souvenirs. R-A-Q-U-E-L. My first name is first-day-of-school-flinch, my first name is supposed to be like rainwater and instead sounds muffled in the mouths of people who are scared of it. My first name has been turned into rachel, ra-qwell, rochelle, rocky, kelly, michelle. My first name is walking you through six whole letters like i’m your preschool teacher.

And my last name? My last name is uh-let-me-spell-that-for-you, it is “i’m gonna marry a smith or a winter or somebody with a nice short last name,” it’s “would hate to see that on the back of a jersey it wouldn’t even fit across your shoulders,” it’s a telemarketer’s worst nightmare, it’s a hulking burden for a little girl who bites her lip every time she has to give it over in public, it’s a computer disaster waiting to happen because it’s not formatted in the way the software is, it’s caught in throat, mumble-me, it’s terrifying. “It’s Spanish,” I say quietly, “It’s actually just phonetic if you read it properly.”

my whole name is “sorry.” My whole name is five parts. My whole name is heritage, heartbreak, is too heavy. My name is “Sorry, let me just write it down for you,” it’s “sorry” and endless quiet corrections to the point that I don’t even bother with most of them, it’s “sorry,” a smile flashed. An “I understand your struggle and I’m sorry for the inconvenience of my identity” grin. I was named after a woman who wrote poems from the inside of a political prison, and I still apologize for it.

But fuck you if you think I’m gonna let you make another girl sorry for who she is. Fuck you for pretending like the fault you have is that she wasn’t named susan. Fuck you for expecting us all to crop our names down and just be “normal” like everyone else. Your name isn’t normal to me but I still figured out how to wrap my tongue around every “Eric” and “Skylar” and “Lisa” and “Sally Lou” because I am expected to respect the fuck out of you.

So no. She shouldn’t have been named anything else. It’s not even that fucking hard to pronounce. Watch a video if you’re not sure about it. Every letter is a part of her identity. Your problem isn’t that it’s confusing, it’s that she’s so unapologetically her own being and she doesn’t need your approval for anything.

I will not stand here while another little girl grows up feeling bad about who she is. I will not let you turn her into a demon because “it’s just too hard!” when you’re really just too lazy. I don’t want her to shrink like I do. I want her to stand with her spine straight and a smile on her face. I want them to know her. I want it to be a household name like Tchaikovsky, Voltaire, Dostoevsky.

No more morning talk show hosts making smart-ass comments. No more butchering her name at a professional award show. No more interview questions about basic background knowledge. I want journalists roasted over the coals for not doing their homework. I want her name not to be a flinch but to be a badge of honor. No more “can I just call you a nickname” bullshit, no more “make it easier on me.” No more apologizing. My patience with this shit is at exactly zero.

Because this girl is gonna change the world. You better at least learn the identity of your friendly neighborhood superhero.

”

- r.i.d., "LEARN IT"

http://inkskinned.tumblr.com/

 

[IrezumiKiss]

A new mural on 12th and C that addresses gender-based street harassment

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Brooklyn-based illustrator/painter Tatyana Fazlalizadeh created a new mural yesterday on East 12th Street at Avenue C ...

It's part of her ongoing project titled "Stop Telling Women to Smile," where, as the Huffington Post describes it, "Fazlalizadeh places portraits of women in public spaces, encouraging victims of gender-based street harassment to fight back."

Find more of her work on her website. And here's more about Fazlalizadeh in the Times last year ... and NPR in 2013.

Thanks to Robert Galinsky for the photos...

http://stoptellingwomentosmile.com/

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/04/10/arts/design/tatyana-fazlalizadeh-takes-her-public-art-project-to-georgia.html?_r=2

http://www.npr.org/2013/06/15/187745940/fighting-unwanted-cat-calls-one-poster-at-a-time

http://evgrieve.com/2015/01/a-new-mural-on-12th-and-c-that.html