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KELSMSCOTT PRESS: Morris, William. News from Nowhere: or, an Epoch of Rest, Being Some Chapters from a Utopian Romance. Woodcut frontispiece, title page, and initials. 8vo, gilt-lettered vellum with green cloth ties, one of 300 copies.

Robert Edwards assembled the material on this site to share his passion for American decorative arts. Torchbearers of the Arts and Crafts movement like Jane and Ralph Radcliffe-Whitehead of Byrdcliffe and Will Price of Rose Valley are a particular interest so they are featured. The site also explores the lives and times of Frank Furness, Daniel Pabst, A. H. Davenport, Birge Harrison, John Scott Bradstreet, Karl von Rydingsvard, Wharton Esherick, Max Kuehne, and other artists and craftsmen who were active between 1860 and 1960.

Two fingers and a tooth removed from Galileo Galilei's corpse in the 18th century and given up for lost have been found again and will soon be put on display, a Florence museum said Friday. Paolo Galluzzi, director of the Museum of the History of Science, said the body parts were removed by enthusiastic admirers in 1737, 95 years after the death of Galileo, left, when his corpse was being moved to Santa Croce Basilica in Florence. The relics recently turned up at auction, were purchased by a private collector and determined by cultural officials to be Galileo's.

Dear people trying to sell me on something new: stop humping my leg. You know what I mean. You've seen dogs do this, right? That's what it feels like when you jump on me breathlessly to share your new product or service when you don't really much know whether I'm the right guy for your services.

I was recently leg-humped at Web 2.0 Expo, by someone I like, and who I think is smart and has a lot of good potential. The thing is, I politely declined a demo, and he persisted. Immediately, I shifted to my back foot. I felt defensive. I rolled up my interest and tucked it away.

In Port Angeles, Washington, it was Tess Gallagher.

I had stopped for a lunch of yogurt and fresh figs on the way to the coast, and, as so often happens, I wound up wandering into a local bookstore. This one was Port Book & News on First Street, and by the time I'd left, about five minutes later, the frayed strap of my shoulder bag was straining with the weight of three extra volumes: Gallagher's Amplitude: New and Selected Poems, Moon Crossing Bridge, and Instructions to the Double.

Two days later, at the Elliott Bay Book Company in Seattle, it was Kim Addonizio's What Is This Thing Called Love and Yusef Komunyakaa's Dien Cai Dau. I had a flight back to New York the next morning, and by now my carry-on bag had become an instrument of vertebrae-crunching torture. I could tell that the march through the Delta terminal at Sea-Tac was going to be brutal. But that's how it is when I travel, and I travel a lot.

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

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If I had a day that I could give you
I'd give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I'd sing a song to make you feel this way

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

If I had a tale that I could tell you
I'd tell a tale sure to make you smile
If I had a wish that I could wish for you
I'd make a wish for sunshine all the while

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
Sunshine almost all the time makes me high
Sunshine almost always