Very few US adults getting new flu, COVID, RSV vaccines, even in nursing homes | CIDRAP

Source: Very few US adults getting new flu, COVID, RSV vaccines, even in nursing homes | CIDRAP

Filosofa Is Speechless??? There Must Be A Meme For That! | Filosofa’s Word

Twould seem that stress and cold weather have conspired to freeze my brain cells today and for once in my life, I have nothing to say!  Yeah, I know … it’s a miracle … but fear not, I shall find my voice again by tomorrow!  Meanwhile, I have a stash of memes just crying out to be noticed, so I shall share them with you on this cold, dreary, blustery Friday afternoon.  Mostly political ones, with a few fun ones thrown in to bring a chuckle.

Source: Filosofa Is Speechless??? There Must Be A Meme For That! | Filosofa’s Word

Look After Yourself – Belladonna’s Flashlight

Well, looka there, we made it to FRIDAY!

Who’s doing what? A who’s going where?

This weekend, I’m all set for an exciting lineup of activities-reading, writing, savoring some wine, indulging in delicious food, and prepping for a grand Thanksgiving feast.

And the cherry on top?

Next Friday we’re off to my son’s final regular collegiate football game!

Your turn!

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

Source: Look After Yourself – Belladonna’s Flashlight

Sexta,  22 — *Hoje atravessei a cidade e encontrei vestígios meus nas sombras projetadas pela cartografia urbana. – O Outro Lado

O calor no rosto me leva para outra cidade – aprisionaram o vento dentro da intensidade da palavra – foi uma cerimônia bonita. O rio e os envelopes rasgados. O canto da ave num dia triste. A febre e a ilusão do delírio. Havia qualquer coisa de estranho no objeto bordado. O pássaro desenhado como se lembrava na memória obscura da pele. O toque da pena a dimensionar o voo. Dizia que sem pressa devia partir. Ou esperar. Ou ir e voltar – esquecia da última frase da carta. Mas sentia na ponta dos dedos, apenas essa solidão esférica. De cidade vazia e de rio longo e serpenteado perto das margens de onde avistava os papéis que não enviara a rodar, como se fosse de encontro ao mar. Como se morresse de fome e sede – e não havia nada para matar a fome. A vida seca, úmida de alma. Invento as escalas do mês. O mundo acontece dentro do milagre. O ausente fica lindo assim distante. O voo não dado é o que me leva a querer esse cheiro terrestre infinito… onde o vento apenas se finge de sopro.

Mariana Gouveia
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Source: Sexta,  22 — *Hoje atravessei a cidade e encontrei vestígios meus nas sombras projetadas pela cartografia urbana. – O Outro Lado

Fairouz, musical icon of war-torn Lebanon, turns 90 — Naharnet

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Legendary Arab singer Fairouz, whose ballads have told of love, her native Lebanon and the Palestinian cause, turned 90 on Thursday as her conflict-weary country is wracked by the Israel-Hezbollah war.

Social media users lit up the internet with her songs and tributes to the Lebanese star, who has seldom been seen in public in recent years but remains a rare symbol of national unity in the crisis-hit country.

In one for her most well-known songs, which came out during Lebanon’s civil war, Fairuz crooned: “I love you, oh Lebanon, my country, I love you.”

Source: Fairouz, musical icon of war-torn Lebanon, turns 90 — Naharnet