Seaman’s haunting photographs capture the dark, tornado-rich clouds hovering open-mouthed over vulnerable farmland. Captivated by the fierce beauty of these supercell storms, my fight or flight response was pinging.
Casinos offered pricey penthouses and rooftop seating, while picnickers flocked to favorable vantage points. The paparazzi jockeyed for a closer view, eager to capture the firestorm on film.
Las Vegas is a town where big, bright and bold is best. The city’s high rollers regularly implode the old properties to make way for the new. Fortunately, the Neon Museum continues to collect and preserve Las Vegas’s architectural history.
These pearly little gems tear our food into tiny bits, come in handy if we need to fend off an attack, and provide a little pocket change when we hide them under our pillow.
Like a contestant on American Idol, you must stand before a panel of forty-two judgey gods and perform.
We’ve danced with California raisins, gone coo coo for Cocoa Puffs, learned Trix are for kids, Lucky Charms are magically delicious, and Frosted Flakes are grrrrrrreat! But the absolute best is naturalist, Euell Gibbons teaching us that certain parts of a pine tree are edible.
It is unclear from her expression if she is friend or foe. Stare into her hollowed out eyes and you decide (muahahaha).
Giovanni Della Casa, the Italian Miss Manners of the Renaissance and all around scold, warns in his book, Galateo (1558) that a man must achieve a delicate balance when tending to his personal scent. He should not reek like a filthy beggar in the street, nor smell like he’s been bombed with an eye-watering amount of perfume.