Lord High Admiral Vernon Watson, OBE, familiarly known to us as Captain Watson, has died. Prime Minister Mia Amor Mottley in a tribute tonight, said Watson, who died today, lived and breathed the Landship. “His dedication to the ‘Ship was total and all-consuming. For close to 75 years it dominated his vision as he contemplated how he could secure the legacy of the organisation he led. “My heart breaks at …
The deal allows patrons access to content from the Participant catalog not previously available for public library streaming. Available today to public libraries under Kanopyâs popular pay-per-use model, the new selection of Participant titles include:
3 1/2 Minutes, Ten Bullets:Â Winner of the Sundance Film Festival US Documentary Special Jury Award: Social Impact,Â
3 1/2 Minutes, Ten Bullets dissects the shooting death of 17-year-old Jordan Davis by Michael Dunn in Jacksonville, Florida on Black Friday, 2012. The film examines the aftermath of this systemic tragedy, the contradictions within the American criminal justice system -particularly the implications of the “Stand Your Ground” self-defense law, and the racial prejudices that ensued.
June 5th, 2007
I remember the 5K review perfectly: the cover art, a jumble of monochrome and deep crimson with a figure turned away as if some bad shit has just gone down, seemed so appealing, even before the accompanying words were ingested. The bed was a mess, the grey skies full of violence and fire. I had to have this. And I did. Over and over.
Mono was 2001’s greatest rock and roll album, from a band who teetered on self-destruction in the most beautiful way imaginable; their shows – all limbs and teeth, spit and confrontation – weren’t always memorable for the right reasons, but they were memorable nonetheless. Once, in Manchester, I wondered why I’d bothered with them: the set was limp, the band disinterested. I may have heckled them in my drunken disappointment. I did so, of course, from the safety of the venue’s rear. I still recall Joe’s eyes, though, burning bright towards me – he didn’t need to say anything, I got the message.