Weekly Riddle

Make me up as pretty as you like, I’ll always be filthy underneath. What am I?

The answer to last week’s riddle: care.


Dateline: Dubai!

You can’t try this at home unless you live at the world’s tallest skyscraper. And if you do live in the Burj Khalifa in Dubai, don’t try it anyway. As reported by HuffPost, National Geographic photographer Joe McNally was not on assignment when he climbed a support railing and shot a picture straight down. Not an assignment but a mission to make sure he reevaluated his life insurance when he got back to earth.

The railing was part of the light assembly warning aircraft of the presence of a 2716 foot spire in their path. At least McNally would not have been hit by a plane.

McNally thanked his battered pair of shoes for getting him there. The next time you think you need a new pair of shoes, imagine looking down at them from 2700 feet.

I usually don’t…

But I’ll make an exception. Posting about where I am or what I’m doing seems all too vain. But I’m comfortable, I have WordPress up and I’m enjoying listening to Hot Jazz Saturday Night on WAMU 88.5 – American University Radio. iTunes users should be able to find it in their radio listing. Or – and this is assuming you enjoy jazz from the 20s to the 50s – at WAMU.org and listen live through their player.

While I’m at it – and this is assuming you delight in old time radio shows from the 30s to the 60s – tune in tomorrow for Ed Walker and the Big Broadcast also on WAMU. He’s a legend.

And hey, as I’m rolling along, sign up for free at Coursera and catch up with Philip Zelikow’s Modern World: Global History from 1760 course. UVA faculty member and author of the 9/11 report offering a free course on 250 years of global affairs? Alright. Don’t twist my arm.

There, if you’re not busy then now maybe you are. I’m sorry.

Dog Saves Girl

Now that’s news! I like this story out of Poland because:

1. The lost girl was 3.

2. The dog is a stray.

3. She fed it bread and it kept her warm.

A little girl wandered into the forest near her home and became lost in the marshes. The stray dog she played with most days followed her and stayed by her throughout the night. In the morning, rescuers found her after following the dog’s barking. She doesn’t own this dog but it feels tied to her, kindness repaid. And to think in most folklore a black dog following you is an omen of death. A simple story as sublime as any fairytale.