In Memoriam: Facts, 360 BCE - 2012 CE
We are saddened to learn about the passing of Facts:
To the shock of most sentient beings, Facts died Wednesday, April 18, after a long battle for relevancy with the 24-hour news cycle, blogs and the Internet. Though few expected Facts to pull out of its years-long downward spiral, the official cause of death was from injuries suffered last week when Florida Republican Rep. Allen West steadfastly declared that as many as 81 of his fellow members of theU.S. House of Representatives are communists.
Facts held on for several days after that assault — brought on without a scrap of evidence or reason — before expiring peacefully at its home in a high school physics book. Facts was 2,372.
“It’s very depressing,” said Mary Poovey, a professor of English at New York University and author of “A History of the Modern Fact.” “I think the thing Americans ought to miss most about facts is the lack of agreement that there are facts. This means we will never reach consensus about anything. Tax policies, presidential candidates. We’ll never agree on anything.”
Facts was born in ancient Greece, the brainchild of famed philosopher Aristotle. Poovey said that in its youth, Facts was viewed as “universal principles that everybody agrees on” or “shared assumptions.”
Rex W. Huppke, Chicago Tribune. After years of health problems, Facts has finally died.
Brunch at Wolfgang’s, Eastown, Grand Rapids, Mich.
I now weigh roughly 400 pounds.
Weston Street, Grand Rapids, Mich.
inside a wood-fired garlic knot with extra virgin olive oil & sea salt
photo by darin dines
I just fainted.
lulz
Too often gay people have heard the messages that they are literally going to hell unless they become something they cannot and will not become.
The Rev. Jim Lucas of Grand Rapids, during a press conference announcing a campaign aimed at encouraging affirmation of gay Christians
Grand Rapids churches launch pro-gay Christian campaign with billboard, website
I do it like it’s my day job.
The New Yorker: Takes: Happy 85th Birthday, Gabriel García Márquez
That was how the first of seven boys and four girls was born in Aracataca on March 6, 1927, in an unseasonable torrential downpour, while the sky of Taurus rose on the horizon. I was almost strangled by the umbilical cord, because the family midwife, Santos Villero, lost her mastery of her art…
