It’s like guessing at the shapes or colors of bricks instead of learning about mortar or how to stack them together, and then being asked to build a giant castle with them. You’d have to learn how to build walls and rooms in spite of what you were taught, not because of it. How unfair to those kids.

With all the clouds (and city lights where I am) I didn’t expect to see a thing, so I’m completely delighted by that pretty red cloud-glow.

I’d seriously love a Spock-with-a-lyre enamel pin.

Thank you! Hope she goes on to have some kind of a life, whether a few more years in service or something else, part of one of the museums maybe. She’s a cool “little” boat.

I guess we really don’t need a reason. It’s love at first sight, but with ore boats.

She still hasn’t been returned to service, has she? I used to live right by ore dock in Mqt and for some reason the Michipicoten was my favorite out of all the visiting ore boats. I could pick her out as the tiniest dot, miles away.

Those blues together are SO pretty. I’d hang this in my window in a heartbeat. You should play with glass more!

That label is how I knew to unfollow him, otherwise I might not have noticed for ages. What a shame.

In other news, a couple of those labelers are first-rate.

First time? These are completely charming!

I bet the second one’s not even true.

Just think, the single core function upon which Google built its initial success and then its data empire has become near-useless and they don’t see a problem with it. Yet they continue to dominate because… inertia.

The rot is spreading into gmail, maps, every other staple service, too. Ditch ‘em.

Okay, that turned out really cool. Beautifully done with the colors and the textures.

Wow. She planned ahead to have the last word and he would hate that *so much.* What a legend.

My grandpa worked on an ore boat on Lake Superior in the 1950s-60s, so it was always important to my family to remember those sailors, every autumn when the gales pick up. The song isn’t a perfect retelling, but every time I hear someone sing it I’m grateful to hear their memory being kept alive.