The Pop Traveler: Ten reasons to visit Lexington, Ky.! (click!)
While half of the newsroom nods in agreement to this list, the other half is busy compiling a list of reasons not to visit Lexington.
Source: USA Today
“People who are closer to power feel like they can actually get it. So when you’re talking about a straight-acting white guy who wants to lobby for gay issues, it’s going to be his gay issues. So marriage. Sure. Why not. But simultaneously, hunger is a gay issue. Domestic violence is a gay issue.”
—Whit Forrester, Part 7 in WFPL’s Defining Fairness series
Source: wfpl.org
Deconstructed Kentucky Hot Brown
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I’ve just traveled nine thousand miles to arrive here, a rural pocket of northern India near the border with Pakistan, to have a child. I have come here under the direction of a fertility specialist to whom I’ve only spoken over the phone, to undergo IVF treatment and have children at last, with the help of an Indian surrogate I’ve never met. There is no guarantee that any of this will be successful.
Source: The Huffington Post
WOAH! The Province is on fire! Is the Apocalypse starting early in Louisville?
This morning, U of L experienced rain-related flooding, a water main break and a fire.
Source: louisvillecom
Your move FPK. (Taken with instagram)
These radio dials are in every room of headquarters.
Source: audiocollected
Did you know the man on every KFC sign nearly died a penniless failure? Here’s the story of how sheer stubbornness and a great recipe made Colonel Sanders an instantly recognizable chicken icon.
In 1955, at the age of 65, with no education, no connections, an aching body, a family to support, [Harland Sanders] had nothing except a burning need to start again — and only his $105 Social Security check to do it on.
And start again he did. A few indispensable assets had survived the loss of the Sanders Court and Café in Corbin, Ky., and they were put into play with all the brio he could muster. He had a beat-up pressure cooker; some bags of seasoned flour; an old car with his face painted on the side; and some paper goods with the same image. He had a ready line of patter, polished by his decades of desperate hustling, and he had his colonelcy as a powerful prop. The latter — an honorary title bestowed by Kentucky Gov. Ruby Laffoon in 1936 — was no great distinction. Laffoon could, and did, give it to anyone he wanted, for any reason. It was, in fact, just an oversize proclamation in ceremonial script. But the Colonel played his pseudomilitary role to the hilt, even going so far as to have his beard dyed white and wearing a preposterous planter’s suit to fit the image of a real Kentucky gentleman-soldier.
And — most important — he had a recipe for a kind of fried chicken that was both better and easier to make than any kind then known.
Source: thedaily.com
With summer’s arrival, it is Graduation season for many, which had me listening back on Robert K’s great commencement address to Cal Tech to a few years back. It’s a compelling and heartfelt reminder of the power of storytelling.
Source: andymillsmedia







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Did you know the man on every KFC sign nearly died a penniless failure? Here’s the story of how sheer stubbornness and a great recipe made Colonel Sanders an instantly recognizable chicken icon.
In 1955, at the age of 65, with no education, no connections, an aching body, a family to support, [Harland Sanders] had nothing except a burning need to start again — and only his $105 Social Security check to do it on.
And start again he did. A few indispensable assets had survived the loss of the Sanders Court and Café in Corbin, Ky., and they were put into play with all the brio he could muster. He had a beat-up pressure cooker; some bags of seasoned flour; an old car with his face painted on the side; and some paper goods with the same image. He had a ready line of patter, polished by his decades of desperate hustling, and he had his colonelcy as a powerful prop. The latter — an honorary title bestowed by Kentucky Gov. Ruby Laffoon in 1936 — was no great distinction. Laffoon could, and did, give it to anyone he wanted, for any reason. It was, in fact, just an oversize proclamation in ceremonial script. But the Colonel played his pseudomilitary role to the hilt, even going so far as to have his beard dyed white and wearing a preposterous planter’s suit to fit the image of a real Kentucky gentleman-soldier.
And — most important — he had a recipe for a kind of fried chicken that was both better and easier to make than any kind then known.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4qyxmwj6K1qf5y35o1_1280.jpg)