A cornerstone for your castle of consciousness.
The Big Nickel is a nine-metre (30 ft) replica of a 1951 Canadian nickel, located at the grounds of Dynamic Earth in Sudbury, Ontario, Canada. The twelve-sided nickel is located on a small hill overlooking the intersection of Municipal Road 55 and Big Nickel Drive at the westernmost end of the Gatchell neighbourhood.
The park was always expanding and adding new features. Some of these features included helicopter rides, a train which ran around the circumference of the park carrying 55 passengers, a carousel, the famous “jail,” moon module, and informative film. Articles and pictures featuring the Big Nickel appear in hundreds of books, and it is recognized as an international landmark.
If you’re a Sudburian I could see why “the jail at Nickel Park” might not need further elaboration, but given that most coin-based theme parks don’t have their own holding cells and this is the only mention on the wiki, I’d appreciate a little more detail about the famous jail at the coin place
Couples can be happier now than ever before. But it’s rare.
The hierarchy of needs strikes again! For better or worse, til death do we part.
Michael Schofield thought his young daughter, Janni, was a genius, until he realised her bright mind masked an inner darkness.
I read this article once a few months ago. Read it all the way through again. Feels like it deserves to be shared if it grabbed me so hard. Ever wondered where the medieval idea of demonic possession came from?
And a single fallible broski is CEO of each central company.
Utterly fascinating. The implications of data like this could set my mind spinning all day.
1. Assume any young artist you _don’t_ write about will die of starvation tomorrow. (They won’t, but their art might.)
2. In the time it takes you to go to an art opening, you could have seen hundreds, maybe thousands of artworks online—-go to the opening, drink their beer, then go home and look…
I like to be slipped into the shoes of a specialized someone. Here are the art critic’s Louboutins, except they’re probably a lot hungrier than I give them credit for. Here’s 67, no wait, 68 ways to look at the world like an art critic. Maybe tomorrow I’ll take in the sights as a scuba diver, or a rodeo clown, or a systems analyst for the Pentagon. The internet’s world is my oyster.
Maybe I’m just a fascist sycophant, but I find it kinda cool that in the 50s and 60s the CIA funded the arts in the Western world in order to sway intellectuals away from the Soviet Union.
From a review courtesy of the CIA itself:
The Agency subsidized European tours of the Boston Symphony Orchestra and paid for the filming of George Orwell’s 1984 and Animal Farm. It clandestinely subsidized the publishing of thousands of books, including an entire line of books by Frederick A. Praeger, Inc., and the renowned work by Milovan Djilas, The New Class . It bailed out, and then subsidized, the financially faltering Partisan Review and Kenyon Review.
What? I had no idea that genie had a pre-Arabic descendent. And hazard? Admiral? Great little list that gives you an idea of how fluid language can be.