The Winchester Mystery Mansion in San Jose, CA is another place I want to visit. It was owned by Sarah Winchester of Winchester guns. Apparently she went crazy thinking that she was haunted by all the ghosts of the people that died from her firearms, so she built this house to ward off the evil spirits. Actually, she spent her entire fortune and thirty years building the house. She thought as long as the construction never ended, the ghosts would somehow be appeased. Like I said, she was crazy. Inside the house, there are starways that lead to nowhere and windows that open to walls. Strange indeed.
yay to cali
Jogged past 1,000 snails reenacting the landing at Normandy. Since I saw them too late, I ended up playing the Giant Nazi Sneaker of Death.
Just ate a carob chip cookie. In the same way you were a lesbian during your sophomore year in college, I’m vegan until dinner.
I love this guy’s comments. Reminds me of dear Phillip.
I love stories of people like Hetty Green aka The Witch of Wall Street… stories of wealth and eccentrics that captivated (or infuriated) people across the world. She had plenty of money but was the thriftiest woman ever… never buying new clothes or even showering. She let her son’s leg get gangrenous, because she wouldn’t pay for a doctor after at age 9, he got into a sledding accident… and she would only eat dry oatmeal heated in someone else’s office. How much money did she have? Well, Hetty managed to to turn $7million inheritance into $200million (or about $4 billion in today’s market)… compare that with the $80million JP Morgan was worth when he died 3 years before her. Her son nicknamed The Colonel was also a lunatic. He married Mabel Harlow, a prostitue who was his first sexual experience… they ran a whorehouse together, and later funded teenage girls at Wellesley in exchange for scandalous visits to the Green’s Massachusetts estate.
Another amazing NYTimes pic, this one from Switzerland where a shepherd was catching up on his EuroCup on his MacBook. Please God, when I die, send me to that mountainside.
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