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Tinkertown's Carnival World:
By Brian D'Ambrosio Tucked into the ponderosa pines of the Sandia Mountains east of Albuquerque, New Mexico, Tinkertown Museum is a hand-built labyrinth of imagination, humor, and eccentricity. More than a roadside attraction, it is a folk-art environment—part carnival, part curiosity cabinet, and part autobiography—created by one man with an inexhaustible drive to turn ordinary junk into wonder. That man was Ross J. Ward, a carnival painter, sculptor, and tinkerer whose restless creativity produced one of the most enchantingly eccentric places in America.
By Brian D'Ambrosio 4 days ago in Wander
Four girls of the 1970s play by the rules
Girl Code Four teenage girls in the early 1970s, Marie, Celia, Cherrie, and Renee, abided by the girl code as they stuck together at a Saturday night party. They sat side by side in their chairs as the music played. How they loved to dance, especially when the "jam," the most popular song, was played.
By Cheryl E Preston4 days ago in Humans
Yunus: The International Power Behind Bangladesh’s 2026 Election
By: Tuhin Sarwar। Dhaka । February 18, 2026 । Eight months after Bangladesh’s caretaker government assumed power following the collapse of the previous administration in August 2024, the nation experienced one of its most closely watched democratic transitions in recent memory. On 12 February 2026, the country concluded a general election that delivered a two-thirds parliamentary majority to the Bangladesh Nationalist Party (BNP), enabling Tarique Rahman to take office as Prime Minister. Yet an analysis by India Today reflected across global media outlets frames the story differently: the true strategic victor of Bangladesh’s 18‑month political transition was Muhammad Yunus, the Nobel laureate economist whose international stature and tactical maneuvering shaped the nation’s political landscape in ways no conventional politician has before.
By Tuhin Sarwar4 days ago in Journal
The Nephilhim. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
They arrived like a bad dream with excellent posture and absolutely no interest in your consent. No banners. No drums. No “we come in peace.” Just men too tall for doorways, wrapped in dark cloth, moving through torchlight like they’d bribed the laws of physics. The villagers called them Giants because humans love a myth that doesn’t require paperwork.
By Jesse Shelley4 days ago in Fiction
