He could have timed this a bit better:
He could have timed this a bit better:
Two Hundred years ago, a German nutcase invented the first bicycle and transformed the world.
From the ABC:
Cyclists across the country have celebrated the 200th anniversary of the world’s first bicycle ride.
Monday marks 200 years since inventor Karl Drais rode a bicycle for the first time, in the German city of Mannheim.
“Everything we have today … came from this machine. It’s as simple as that,” said vintage cycling enthusiast Stewart Clissold at a celebration in the Melbourne suburb of Brunswick.
Other celebrations have been held in Sydney, Darwin, Bendigo and Geelong.
“It started a total revolution,” Charlie Farren of the Vintage Cycle Club said.
“We’ve got to thank this nutcase inventor.”
The bicycle was invented as Europe suffered in the aftermath of an Indonesian volcanic eruption that caused chaos across the world.
“Back in the early 1800s, there was this phenomenal eruption, clouds of smoke and dust permeated everywhere [in Europe],” Ms Farren said.
“It’s said that the crops failed, the horses starved.
The invention quickly became popular, mainly with affluent young men.
However, poor road quality meant they would often ride on the footpaths, which led to the machine being banned soon after it was created.
Vintage cycling club members were proudly showing replicas to keen onlookers today, and explaining the machine had its limitations.
“I think not only was it the first carriage that went underneath a human, it was also the first natural contraceptive,” Mr Clissold said.
“I can assure you, after riding one a short period of time on rather rough cobblestone roads, you were not going home for anything other than a hot bath.”
However, Ms Farren said the replica was a delight to ride on flat surfaces, likening it to ice-skating.
“It’s a little bit like roller-blading,” she said.
“You get a beautiful stride going, and you glide along.”
Due to problems with our sound gear, we were unable to record this morning’s sermon.
Anti-war riff-raff were chanting and screeching during a London protest against Syrian bombing on Friday – and then an actual Syrian turned up.
Hassan Akkad, from Damascus, asked why the group was not protesting against President Assad instead, but was drowned out.
He said: “British people not letting a Syrian say something about Syria in a protest about Syria. It’s mad.”
The 29-year-old said he had wanted to be the voice of Syrians who were still in the country but left the protest “livid”.
After a video of the encounter was shared widely online, Mr Akkad told the BBC: “I didn’t see them protesting against the chemical attacks, I didn’t see them protesting against Putin bombing Syria for the last two years.
“I wanted to go to that protest and I wanted to observe.
“I went to the protest and I saw a group of 30 people with placards, not a single mention of Assad.
“All the placards are against Donald Trump and they’re repeating baseless slogans with their megaphones.”
He added: “I went to them respectfully and said, ‘Listen I’m a Syrian refugee who lives here and I have an opinion, it’s a protest about Syria I want to say something’.
“They didn’t even address me, they ignored my existence.”
Poor fellow. He didn’t fit the narrative.
WOODLANDS VALLEY, TX—The perfectly preserved skeleton of a pastor still waiting for one more person to come forward was discovered at an abandoned church building once belonging to First Baptist Church, sources confirmed Tuesday.
Dated to around 1996, the skeleton was reportedly discovered by a group of youths exploring the church’s abandoned sanctuary on Main Street. The pristine skeletal remains were still standing next to the church’s pulpit, hands outstretched as if waiting for just one more person to come forward.
According to church historians, the skeleton belonged to Pastor Mark, who gave an extended altar call at the end of the church’s final service at the old building in the autumn of 1996, and was never heard from again.
“We always thought he had simply moved on to another church after he didn’t get that one more person to come forward,” deacon Jon Wilder told reporters. “We had no idea he stood there for days or even weeks before he finally passed away, frozen to the spot.”
“If I had only known he was so determined to get that last person to make a decision for Christ, by golly, I’da gone up myself,” Wilder added.
Sources also confirmed that a cassette tape playing “Just As I Am” was still looping indefinitely when the skeleton was discovered.
I downloaded this book thinking it was a murder mystery, and it is, but the story starts after the murder and focuses on the way that the murder affects the victim’s family and friends.
Lucy, a teenage girl in a small seaside town is murdered, and naturally her parents are devastated. The father, an artist, becomes angry and turns to drink. The mother eventually leaves him. Her best friend, Rain, becomes obsessed with security and starts cutting herself to let the feelings out. And Father Gervais, tasked by the bishop with commissioning Lucy’s father to paint representations of the saints for a new cathedral, has his own long-buried grief to work through.
This is a well written narrative. The smells and scenery, the people and their surroundings are described so well that you can put yourself into Port Fortune and “see” the people clearly.
TV crime shows like “Midosmer Murders” and “NCIS” rarely examine the effect that death has on the community around the victim. You can’t do that in 50 minutes. This is a book that deals with grief in all its messiness and still appeals as a great story in its own right.