The Babbius Monument is a circular monopteros on a podium dating to the early 1st century A.D. It consisted of eight Corinthian columns arranged in a circle supporting an epistyle and a conical roof. It was erected on a high concrete podium originally clad with marble revetment. The epistyle bears an inscription in Latin which reads “Cnaeus Babbius Philinus, aedile, pontifex, undertook the construction at his own expense, and the same, as duovir, approved it.” Babbius Philinus was a rich freedman of Greek descent who served as a local official in the region. The same individual also built the Fountain of Poseidon. The fountain was replaced by Temple J, perhaps also dedicated to Poseidon, during the reign of Commodus.
For as long as I live, I’ll never forget watching President Obama’s inauguration in 2008. My entire school packed into our auditorium to watch the livestream together. I can still remember what the energy felt like in that room. President Bush was really the only president most of us truly remembered, and watching history unfold as he stepped aside felt monumental. It was monumental.
All I can think about today are the women all over the country who should be watching Hillary Clinton’s inauguration. Women in their nineties who were born into a world where they didn’t have the right to vote. Women my age who grew up wanting to be Hillary Clinton. Little girls who would have grown up not even remembering a world where a woman had never been president.
Instead they’re watching a man who, on tape, admitted to committing repeated sexual assault because he knew he could get away with it become the most powerful man in the world. Instead they’re watching President Obama have to step aside for a man who began his political career by spreading racist lies about his place of birth. Instead we’re all watching a man who ran a campaign on hatred and bigotry be elected to the most respected office in our nation.
Today should have been so different. I can’t believe we let this happen.
Part of the most remote island archipelago on Earth, Papahānaumokuākea Marine National Monument supports a reef ecosystem with more than 7,000 marine species and is home to many species of coral, fish, birds and marine mammals. This includes the endangered Hawaiian monk seal, the endangered leatherback and hawksbill sea turtles. A Hawaiian monk seal naps on the beach with a rainbow on the horizon. Photo by Mark Sullivan, NOAA/HMSRP, NOAA Ship Okeanos Explorer.
On a quiet morning 75 years ago today, Imperial Japanese forces attacked the United States at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. More than 2,400 Americans were killed and 1,100 more wounded. Twenty-one ships of the Pacific Fleet were sunk or damaged, including the USS Arizona. Shocked and angered by the attack, the country joined the Allied forces to fight World War II, inspired by the call of “Remember Pearl Harbor.” A moving reminder of the service and sacrifice of those who fought, the USS Arizona Memorial is jointly administered by the U.S. Navy and the National Park Service. Photos from World War II Valor in the Pacific National Monument by National Park Service.
BREAKING: Today, President Obama designated new national monuments that preserve critical chapters of our country’s history, from the vibrant history of the Reconstruction Era and its role in redefining freedom, to the important stories of the citizens who helped launch the civil rights movement in Birmingham, and the Freedom Riders whose bravery raised national awareness of segregation and violence: go.wh.gov/svwWua
Otabek wakes before Yuri. It’s not an uncommon occurrence. He’s always been extra early to bed, extra early to rise. Yuri often makes fun of him for his “old man” schedule, but it’s worked for him his whole life and his internal clock isn’t about to change.
His routine has proven to be beneficial to him on the nights that Yuri spends with him. When he wakes before Yuri, he can see all the little things that make Yuri beautiful in his most relaxed, natural state.
The common furrow of Yuri’s brow is gone, his forehead relaxed, smooth. His lashes are long, golden strands that look as though they’d be soft and silky to the touch and they kiss the definition of his cheekbones causing a stir of envy in Otabek’s core. He leans forward, gently caressing his fingers across Yuri’s cheek, down his jaw. His thumb grazes Yuri’s lip before falling to the spill of hair across Yuri’s chest.
He doesn’t remember when Yuri’s hair got to an almost unmanageable length, but Otabek will continue to hope that Yuri doesn’t start to hate it enough to cut it. It makes him look even more beautiful, if that’s possible. Regal, even. Though Yuri Plisetsky is far from Prince Charming.
Otabek finds him charming, scowls, profanity, flaws and all.
He bends over Yuri’s sleeping form, pressing a gently kiss right below the brush of Yuri’s long eyelashes. He feels them flutter, tickling against his cheek as Yuri awakens.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Yuri grumbles, his voice lower, raspier with sleep.
“Kissing my gold medal,” Otabek breathes, dragging his lips downward to meet Yuri’s.
Yuri rises to kiss, arching upward as Otabek presses against him.
“You’re an idiot if you think you have the gold,” Yuri tells him. “Because I’m the reigning champion here, Beka. The fucking gold belongs to me.” He lazily lifts an arm and slips it around Otabek’s shoulders. “Fucking mine.”
Otabek chuckles. “Believe what you will, Yura.” His hand anchors at Yuri’s hip as he rolls on top of him. “I will prove you otherwise.”
Yuri snorts, slipping a leg around Otabek’s waist to pull Otabek down against him. “I’d like to see you fucking try.”
Seven years ago, the Navajo tribal council in southeastern Utah started mapping the secret sites where medicine men and women forage for healing plants and Native people source wild foods. They wanted to make a case for protecting the landscape known as Bears Ears, a place sacred not only to their tribe but to many other tribes in the region, going back thousands of years. In one of his final acts in office, President Obama late last month created the 1.35 million-acre Bears Ears National Monument, a move that proponents say will safeguard the area’s ecology and guarantee food sovereignty for the region’s Native Americans.
“Up to 20,000 Natives of various tribes live within 45 minutes of Bears Ears, including 10,000 Navajos that live just across the border in Arizona,” says Gavin Noyes, director of the Utah Diné Bikéyah, the Navajo nonprofit that developed the initial draft of the monument proposal in 2013. “It’s one of the wildest, most intact landscapes in Utah.”
About 16,000 people live in San Juan County, where Bears Ears is located. Roughly half are Navajo, and many in the tribe lack running water and electricity, says Noyes. But the land still provides.
The only thing I want is to be able to travel, to look around and know where I am yet don’t know at all, to meet new people and languages and accents and monuments and food and cultures, to be able to look around with an entirely new sense of wonder. I think then I’ll be home