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What is a Crash Investigation Site?
I frequently drive on expressways in Michigan and I have recently been beginning to take notice of blue signs that say "crash investigation site" and then direct you to an upcoming location, which is usually a little area on the shoulder of the road that appears to be meant for cars to pull over and park in. After wondering about these signs and areas for a while, I recently became curious enough to actually look into what these are and what they are designed for. I wasn't sure exactly what I would find, but, as it turns out, the answer is that these things are actually very simple yet also incredibly practical and important.
By Austin Blessing-Nelson (Blessing)4 years ago in FYI
Every Creative Needs a Room of Their Own
“I found Peaches!” I look up from sorting papers at my stepdad George’s kitchen table. He died a few days earlier, at home, at age ninety. Now seven of us are sorting, dividing, and donating his belongings. Jean is working on the shelf under the sideboard. I expect she’s found a cache of home-canned peaches in glass Ball jars. The peach harvest here in the mountains is always a big deal.
By Diane Helentjaris4 years ago in FYI
Is Pfizer vaccine safe in children aged 5-11?
Pfizer and BioNTech said their Covid-19 vaccine was protected in youngsters matured 5 to 11 and delivered solid neutralizer reactions in an enormous scope preliminary, discoveries that could make ready to start inoculating grade younger students in practically no time.
By Dumebi Okoroafor4 years ago in FYI
Why the Future is Quantum
BELOW THE SIZE of atoms, the world functions strangely: particles can be waves, waves can be particles, and particles can jump vast distances without traversing space. Yet, these strange phenomena, known as quantum mechanics and discovered just over a century ago by academics, are now embedded in technologies we take for granted, like computer memory, lasers, and solar cells.
By Wilson da Silva4 years ago in FYI
My Little Buddy
Cold November night, as I entered the Hilton hotel parking lot in Markham Ontario to check into a room that I had just rented for myself and a young lady that I was seeing at the time I could hear my phone going off with a couple quickly pitched text messages. She must have checked in and was able to get our keys without my cards this time. I found a spot that was near the entrance and grabbed my bag while quickly checking my phone to make sure it wasn't an emergency at home with my wife and kids that would require immediate attention that would need to be dealt with before going upstairs. Sure enough it was a very excited, and apparently already getting in the shower naked, younger girlfriend confirming our room number. I made note of the room and headed for the entrance. Up the elevator and into the room, she yells from the washroom that she needs me to go to shoppers drugmart for her because she has run out of her face cream and we had no lube. I asked her if she had the other bottle to take with me so i could make the trip quickly, I always bought the face cream so that wasn't an issue. She said just to get the water based shit we got in a stag shop a few weeks previous. I turned and burned wanting to be back quickly because I had popped a cialis on the drive over and the GHB dose I swallowed from the Gatorade bottle in my truck accidently was starting to hit a tiny bit. The cialis wasn't planned either... But once the first mistake was made I wanted to keep my timing consistent, of course. The drug store was not far from the hotel, so it was a 15 min round trip and I was back in the hotel parking lot getting out of my truck again. This time remembering the Gatorade bottle as well. Smart. As I walked toward the entrance I was fumbling with my bag of skin care / lubricant while trying to light a cigarette as I passed another dude walking towards me on the same sidewalk. I was only able to grab a quick glance at his face but I immediately noticed a bearded face that somehow registered as familiar. What made me pause and look back again was the smell of a captain black cigarette. The face was someone who I knew on occasion had smoked these if not blunt wrapped useless cigars. I was at 90 percent aggression within seconds with the very real and plausible idea that my boss had just walked past me. I turned and followed but he had obviously felt a recognition as well and bolted. I shook it off as "Nah... Couldnt be...with those handle bars?" My boss at the time was not known to wear facial hair at any time so this was a curious way to have thought it was him to begin with. I finished my smoke and headed up to the room to join my girlfriend in the shower. I think I mentioned it to her as a crazy thought the next morning and then dismissed it again. That is until Monday morning when I enter our company boardroom for our weekly management meeting. I always sat beside my boss at the end of the table and he was already seated when I arrived. I sat down and put my coffee down and quickly tried to catch a glance before he could notice I was there and I nearly spit my coffee out when I saw the fucking handle bars on my reporting superior for the last 8 years. I was unable to contain the what Im sure was either nervous delight or complete and utter need to laugh and scream at the same time. The next 90 mins was spent with him looking at me in a way that would be described as cautiously curious. I could tell he wasnt comfortable, but he wasnt necessarily worried about the possible recognition. I also thought even that it still could just be a coincidence and why even ask without at least making fun of his handle bars first. "Did you lose a bet?' is how I jabbed. He giggled, and I quickly threw in that I was surprised chinese men his age could grow facial hair like that... He responded with a couple jokes about wanting to do this years ago and a friend of his urging him to or something to that effect. By this time his face was all everyone was talking about so fuck it... I went to washroom and powered my nose, took a piss and returned for the meeting.
By Brandon Oldfield4 years ago in FYI
Full Skirts, Cinched Waists, and Women’s Rights
It’s February 12, 1947, the world is rebuilding after WWII, and Christian Dior has just debuted his haute couture fashion line full of voluminous skirts, tiny waists, and padded hips. Completely opposite the rationed and practical styles of wartime, Caramel Snow, the editor of Harper’s Bazaar, excitedly described the designer’s debut collection as a “new look”, thus forever naming the collection and sending Dior into fashion fame. While today we look back and admiringly celebrate the beauty and talent behind the couture gowns, the collection would be a catalyst (albeit one of many) for the second wave of feminism nearly a decade after their debut.
By Chelsea Adler4 years ago in FYI
