Ancient Puppy Paw Prints Found on Roman Tiles
The paw prints and hoof prints of a few meddlesome animals have been preserved for posterity on ancient Roman tiles recently discovered by archeologists in England.
"They are beautiful finds, as they represent a snapshot, a single moment in history," said Nick Daffern, a senior project manager with Wardell Armstrong Archaeology. "It is lovely to imagine some irate person chasing a dog or some other animal away from their freshly made tiles."
The artifacts, which could be nearly 2,000 years old, were found in the Blackfriars area of Leicester, the English city where the long-lost bones of King Richard III were discovered under a parking lot in 2012. Read more.
I’m sure that everyone must hate goodbyes. There is something really cruel about the finality of them. As someone who is forever keeping her options open, it feels very strange to know with complete certainty that you won’t see a particular person again, as if a whole world of possibility is being severed from you in one moment. You see the messy chronology of your life and the characters in it, and you see one line stop, right there, as you say the word. Goodbye. After that they become a story.
I said goodbye to my boss yesterday; she’s moving interstate. I didn’t even know her that well. She gave me a hug and told me not to stress too much about uni, and that I’ll be okay. I don’t go to uni. Again, I didn’t know her that well. But as she left the store I wanted to screw up my face and collapse to the ground, or run away, or something; I just didn’t want to know I was living the end of something, even small. I hate the idea of people turning into stories.
yesterday was nine years ago
just let that sink in
I think I love Wil Wagner. The line,
'but how can you stay mad
when the red sun spits straight through the clouds like this
and the cold bites my skin,
and you bite my upper lip…’
is just about one of the most perfect things ever written into a song, I think.