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“Oh, I am excited for this,” says Paul as he picks up a knife, and through the V of his unbuttoned shirt, Harry’s chest rises and falls in a rhythm so rapid it looks dangerous. “We’ve never had home-preserved pumpkin on the show before. That’s impressive.” 

Harry dimples, teeth still sunk into his lip and smiling prettily, but all Louis can hear is pumpkin. Harry made a pumpkin Swiss roll. In March.

As he watches Paul and Mary dig in, Louis wants, suddenly, to have a taste of his own. He always puts a bit of himself into his bakes, an essence of hard work and concentration and just a little pinch of flair, and he wants to know, quite desperately, what Harry’s flavour is. How he’s managed to get his swirl perfectly even and his filling stiff when he seems barely in control of his hands.

{Or a Great British Bake Off AU in which Louis cares about winning and winning only, Harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and Niall sticks his nose into other people’s business. Also featuring Liam as Louis’s best friend-slash-concerned mother, and Zayn as a macaron connoisseur.}

The Haitian Revolution (French: Révolution haïtienne [ʁevɔlysjɔ̃ ajisjɛ̃n]), was a successful anti-slavery and anti-colonial insurrection that took place in the former French colony of Saint Domingue that lasted from 1791 until 1804. It impacted the institution of slavery throughout the Americas. Self-liberated slaves destroyed slavery at home, fought to preserve their freedom, and with the collaboration of mulattoes, founded the sovereign state of Haiti.[2][3][4] It led to the greatest slave uprising since Spartacus, who led an unsuccessful revolt against the Roman Republic nearly 1,900 years prior.[5]


Emma ‘Sweet Emma’ Barrett performing “Bill Bailey, Wouldn’t You Please Come Home” at the Preservation Hall in New Orleans, 1970.

More Till facts and anecdotes. I’ll try to find more interesting ones when I’m not at work.

Till came very close to being sent to prison for refusing to do his mandatory military service.

One of Till’s favourite pastimes is making wooden sculptures with a chainsaw. Another is snowboarding.

Till was interrogated by the Stasi.not just once,but on several occasions when he was just 15. They thought that he was trying to defect from East Germany,and sent one of their top officials from Berlin to interrogate him because he’d sneaked out of his swim team’s hotel in Italy,to explore the city(and buy porn). Till almost crushed Flake to death while trying to comfort him during an incident when their plane was damaged by lightning.

There is a small old cemetery besides Till’s country home in Mecklenburg.He looks after the graves there,making sure that they don’t fall into disrepair,and reguarly repainting the crosses and grave markers.

Till and a friend bought a lake and land near his home to preserve it as a bird sanctuary.

(Perhaps as an apology to the chickens?)

Till has a large scar(amongst many) on his arm because he was drunk one night and being too hungry and impatient to hunt for a can opener, tried to open a can of tuna with a knife,slashing his arm open in the process.


Boughton House, Northamptonshire by Baz Richardson
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Boughton House is just to the north of Kettering in Northamptonshire, and the estate, which is owned by the Duke of Buccleuch, extends to cover several local villages. The original house was a monastic building but Sir Edward Montagu, Lord Chief Justice to King Henry VIII, purchased it in 1528 just prior to the Dissolution of the Monasteries and began to convert it into a mansion. Most of the present building is the work of Ralph Montagu, 1st Duke of Montagu (d.1709) who inherited the house in 1683. Boughton is one of Britain’s grandest and best-preserved stately homes, and is said to be Britain’s version of Versailles. Following the death of George, 3rd Duke of Montagu in 1790 the house passed, through the marriage of his daughter, Elizabeth, to Henry Scott, 3rd Duke of Buccleuch (and 5th Duke of Queensberry). Boughton House has been little used or altered since the mid-18th century, but has been well cared for. Because of this it has some of the best preserved baroque state rooms in the British Isles.


A Victorian Christmas by Brenda
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.Located in Brimfield Towhship, Ohio, this grand home was built in the early 1840s 


MJB Company produced Aladdin Coffee in the 1930s, according to newspaper ads. This jar held home-preserved pickles that were canned in the 1940s-1950s when I found it in a basement in 1995. The jar was produced by Hazel-Atlas and the original lid was made of zinc.
(The pickles were not dried out, because the Mason lid that had been used stayed intact all that time, but they were definitely not crisp.)

MJB is named for Max J. Brandenstein (later Bransten), an importer of coffee, tea and spices in San Francisco in the late 1800s. After the MJB brand was purchased by Nestle in 1985 then Sara Lee in 1999, it was obtained by Massimo Zanetti Beverage Group in 2005. Hazel-Atlas was third largest producer of commercial glass containers, a 1902 merger between four packaging companies which dated back to the late 1800s, which produced glass products until about 1964, when most of the factories were sold off.

Women in Mumbai are taking back their right to walk on the streets at any time without being subjected to harassment and assault. The ‪#‎WhyLoiter‬ campaign encourages women to explore the cities they live in and to feel more confident about their place in public.

“People will start looking at women not as possessions or property that need to be kept at home and preserved or safeguarded, but as fellow human beings that have equal right to public spaces as men do,” said participant Neha Singh.

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I want to tell you about one of my memories of being a kid in Japan. More specifically, a kid in Oshino Village. If any of you ever hop from wherever you’re reading this from over to the Honshu Island and decide to climb Mount Fuji, make sure you spend an afternoon at the village resting at the bottom. This is Oshino Village. It’s a tourist spot, sure, but for travelers as well as locals. It’s beautiful, fun, and has good food. At one of the small lakes dotting its territory you can buy cooked smelt. Smelt are small freshwater fish commonly found in New England and East Asia, and here they scoop them out of the water, kill them, and cook them up for you in just a few minutes. Crispy. It’s a fascinating village with its clear ponds and lakes, perfectly preserved historical homes, and the view of Fuji just in front of you. Even children can appreciate it, running along their bridges, feeding the fish, and jamming hiking sticks into gravel to heave their short legs up the mountain.  

Speaking of smelt, that tiny fish is what I first thought of when I saw Satsuki’s bento box. I grew up watching My Neighbor Totoro, so this request hit a very special place in my heart.

Let me give you to layout of the parts of the bento:

Japanese rice is usually short grain and stickier, making it easier to eat with chopsticks. If you want authenticity, buy short grain and follow internet instructions on how to make it. I can’t give you the generic instructions because each rice is different. If you don’t want to bother, you can use any rice you have.

The pink ball is Umeboshi, a pickled plum from Japan that is picked in July and typically packed in barrels with salt. Once thoroughly pickled, their flavor is very sour and salty. They can be very expensive in America ($15 for a small pack), so its inclusion is up to your discretion.

Unfortunately, for the smelt, you can’t find them in the midwest. I’m telling you straight up that I used a sardine for the fish. Don’t freak out. I also thought sardines were gross at first, but turns out they’re delicious. I had a sandwich with the extra filets and mustard later. They’re not like anchovies, so if you want a small fish and can’t get smelt or equally small fish, just use a smaller sardine than I did (It was canned, so I couldn’t see the size).

Sakura Denbo, the pink shreds, is sweet flaked cod. In Japan you can buy it premade and packaged, but in the Midwest it is a foreign commodity like the smelt so I had to make it myself.

Lastly is the edamame. I know the picture looks like peas, but as Totoro is set in 1958, normal green peas were not really used. Today they’re normally salted and used as snacks. Edamame, while is the same Fabaceae family as peas, are entirely different species and are a staple in Japanese cuisine, so I believe they are what is actually used.

Recipes are under the cut.

-MJ & K

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Sharing one of our favorites from last year’s Winter Bucket List Series - Cosumnes River Preserve in California, for the Trumpet and Dance of the Sandhill Crane.

The Cosumnes River Preserve is home to California’s largest remaining valley oak riparian forest, and is one of the few protected wetland habitat areas in the state.

Nestled in the heart of California’s Central Valley, the Preserve is a critical stop on the Pacific Flyway for migrating and wintering waterfowl. Over 250 species of birds have been sighted on or near the Preserve, including the Swainson hawk, Canada geese, numerous ducks, and Sandhill cranes.

Sandhill cranes - gray-colored birds with red caps - stand up to 5 feet tall and have a wing span of 6 to 7 feet. They fly in for winter to fatten up, and perform acrobatic mating dances.  A must for the bucket list of any bird watcher. Photos by BLMer Bob Wick.

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If you missed this series last year visit our My Public Lands Flickr for more locations ready-made for everyone’s bucket list - for spectacular winter scenery, unique features and events, and even a few warmer locations for a winter getaway.

Jeffery Dahmer had a well documented history of collecting roadkill as a young teenager, and would spend hours in the woods behind his home in Bath, Ohio, preserving bodies and keeping them in jars.

However, its not known for sure whether or not Dahmer killed animals for this purpose, or was otherwise cruel towards animals. One day a group of boys walking through the woods near the Dahmer home came across a horrific sight; a dogs body nailed to a tree, and its decapitated head stuck atop a stick. Jeffery became the number one suspect in this incident, as he was known to have a fascination for dead animals. However it could not be proven if the dog was alive or already dead at the time, and so Jeffery was not charged or punished.

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For 25 years, the Dean Creek Elk Viewing Area has rarely disappointed.

Outside the southern Oregon Coast community of Reedsport, about 100 elk call the preserve home, and passers-by who choose to pull off of Hwy. 38 get a sure-thing opportunity at wildlife viewing.

Sometimes a bull elk, Oregon’s largest land mammal, simply struts by. Other times, youngsters get up on their hind legs and do some sparring. Almost every time, though, the elk are there to graze on the same meadow grasses and shrubs.

A great #mypubliclandsroadtrip stop for unique wildlife viewing!

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Umi was always used to the quiet kind of lifestyle; she hardly ever attended parties, always picked the calm students as partners for group projects, opted to be alone in her room despite her friends’ requests to hang out, and she even picked the single dorm room that sat at the end of the hall to be away from everyone else. She never once thought of herself as alone; she was raised in a home that respected and preserved peace.

“Umi! Open up!” a voice boomed from the other side of the door. The second-year college student groaned; but no matter what, her friends always found her. “Umi, I’m going to count to three and if you don’t – oh, good evening.” Umi opened the door, her disagreeing expression looking down at her raven-haired senior who simply smiled, unfazed by her friend’s annoyance.

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A Conversation About the Forgotten | 8/18/2015

My eyes were
Midnight on a Saturday.
You preferred my
Skin draped over
You like porcelain sheets.
My tongue was a
Morning cup of coffee
And another missed

I’ve struggled to
Recall your face,
A passing wave in a
Sea of uncertainty.
The moment we met
A crushed cigarette butt
On the sidewalk.
The broken glass
Of the place we called

Preserved in
The warped walls and
Rotted out stairs.
A hollowed out empty
Room, cobwebs of
Your voice
Decorate the outdated
Paint and worn out
Hardwood floors.

Jordan Alan Brown