glass pyramids

France just rejected the far-right and elected Emmanuel Macron
PARIS— French voters faced a historic choice Sunday between a far-right presidential candidate and a centrist — and they overwhelmingly elected the one who embraced the EU, immigration, free trade, and LGBTQ rights. In making Emmanuel Macron the youngest person ever to run France, voters decisively rejected Marine Le Pen, who had alarmed many inside and outside the country by her pointed attacks on Islamic fundamentalism, immigration, hostility to Europe, close ties to Russia, and socially conservative platform. “Europe and the world expect us to defend the spirit of the enlightenment that is threatened in so many places,” Macron told a rapturous audience gathered in front of the glass pyramids outside Paris’s Louvre museum. Read more

(Drabble.) Stanley explores his brother’s house in the woods for the first time, and comes away with no more answers than he’d gone in with.

The longer Stanley Pines explored his twin brother’s musty, isolated cabin, the more he wondered if this damn thing was actually haunted. 

“Goddamn Ford, what the hell did you get into?” he muttered softly, kicking aside the sun bleached and torn canvas portrait he found at the entrance of the attic.

Some sort of creepy black triangle was depicted on it- now faded grey from the passing of time- and surrounded by tongues of scarlet flames. The figure had a single, bulging eye, with which the artist apparently took great care to render in traumatizing realistic detail. Stan’s lip turned up in disgust at the pinkish, almost diseased looking veins that spread across the yellowish sclera of the eye like arcs of lightning, at the shiny catlike slit pupil that seemed to peel away at the walls of his soul in judgement. Its strange resemblance to all that Masonic illuminati shit did not go without notice. 

And from all he’d seen, the painting wasn’t the only illuminati-like image in this house. The triangular windows in the attic boasted that all-seeing eye. It was woven into the very fibers of the carpet in the entry hall. On a few walls, he found triangles sloppily carved into the wood frames, with a deep ‘X’ where the eye would normally be. Glass pyramidal prisms sat on shelves, desks, and the top of cabinets in nearly every room. One lay shattered in the lounge with the couch he’d slept in, but on the middle of the floor far from any furniture, as of his brother had personally hurled it to the ground. In anger? In surprise? 

In… fear? 

Did… did Ford- the brainy twin, the one Stan always assumed would build a grand livelihood for himself- really get sucked into some cult kind of stuff? Was this what he was trying to escape from when he begged him to take that damn journal? 

Stan sighed, a worn edge to his voice. The bandaged wound on his shoulder still throbbed from the whiskey he’d poured on it as rudimentary disinfectant this morning, pulsing at the same tempo as the headache that was beginning to bloom at the base of his skull. This creepy house made no fucking sense. Ford’s so-called research made no sense. After hours of failure with the portal, he hoped he could at least glean some context as to what that monolithic machine did- or why his brother was in such danger- but it all seemed hopeless. The contents of the journal Ford left behind didn’t even begin to explain what chaos he got into other than detailing some kooky magical forest biz. His cabin was a maze of smoke and mirrors, fostering questions but providing no direct answers.

Worst of all, he could swear this house was mocking him. The halls felt a little too narrow for his stocky frame whenever he’d pass through them. Doors he never touched would crack ever-so-slightly open the second time he laid eyes on them. The wallpaper would tear further when he wasn’t looking. Ford’s creepy triangular paraphernalia observed him from every angle, its gaze inescapable.


Remembering the original “Image Works” at Epcot’s Imagination Pavilion. 

From 1983-1998 you could visit a magical place in Epcot’s Imagination Pavilion called the “Image Works” Yes, I know there is currently “Imageworks: The What If Labs” in the Imagination Pavilion, but it is not the original and doesn’t even come close to being as amazing as its predecessor. The original was located at the top level of the pavilion allowing guests an outside view through the glass pyramid. The beautifully designed spiral staircase and glass elevator which took you to the “Image Works” is still there and can be seen in the current Imagination store.At the top of this staircase/elevator you would enter the “Image Works”, a place where guests could test their imaginations. At the heart of this creative playground was the Rainbow Corridor/Sensor Maze, a colorful tunnel of neon that changed colors as you walked through. The “Image Works” also included: Figment’s Coloring Book, Magic Palettes, Light Writers, Stepping Tones, Pin Screens, Bubble Music, Dreamfinder’s School of Drama, Giant Kaleidoscopes, Image Warp, Lumia and Electronic Philharmonic. The “Image Works” closed on October 10, 1998. The new “Imageworks: The What If Labs” opened on October 1, 1999, in the new downstairs location. Sadly, the whole upstairs area that housed the original “Image Works” is now closed. Check out the awesome video posted here for a look at the sad current state of the “Image Works” next to footage from back in the day.