oh NO i finished reading the General View of the Agriculture of the County of Durham (1810) and at the end it has a glossary of local terms and
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oh NO i finished reading the General View of the Agriculture of the County of Durham (1810) and at the end it has a glossary of local terms and
i must not get distracted i must not get distracted i must not get distracted
The hoax took place in Florence in about 1409... The victim was a carpenter named Manetto, known as Il Grasso, "the Fat Man." Manetto specialized in carving ebony and owned a shop in the Piazza San Giovanni, not far from Filippo [Brunelleschi]'s house. He was prosperous and good-natured, but one day had the misfortune of incurring Filippo's ire after missing a social gathering. Never one to resist retaliation, Filippo resolved to exact his revenge for this perceived slight by persuading a wide cast of characters to convince Manetto that he had metamorphosed into someone else.... As Manetto closed his shop one evening, Filippo went to his house near the cathedral, picked the lock, slipped inside, and barred the door behind him. When Manetto arrived a few minutes later, he rattled the door and then, to his alarm, heard what sounded like his own voice (in fact, Filippo doing an impersonation) ordering him to go away. This impersonation was so convincing that eh retreated in bewilderment into the Piazza San Giovanni. There he met Donatello, who inexplicably addressed him as Matteo, and shortly afterward a bailiff, who likewise hailed him as Matteo and then promptly arrested him for debt. He was taken to the Stinche prison, where his name was entered in the jail book as Matteo. Even his fellow prisoners--all of them party to Filippo's prank--addressed him by this alien name. The carpenter spent a sleepless night, fretting over events but solacing himself with the thought that he was merely a victim of mistaken identity. This comfort evaporated the next morning when two strangers--the brothers of the real Matteo--arrived at the prison and claimed him as their kin. They paid his debt and liberated him, though not before chastising him for his supposed gambling and profligate living. More bewildered now than ever, he was escorted to Matteo's home on the other side of Florence, near Santa Felìcita, where his protests that he was not Matteo, but Manetto, appeared to fall on deaf ears.... He was then put to sleep with a potion supplied by Filippo and carried, unconscious, back across the river to his own home. He was laid on his bed in a reversed position, with his head at the foot and his feet at the head. Awakening many hours later, the poor carpenter was confused not merely by his position on the bed but also by the disarray of his house, for his tools had been completely rearranged. His perplexity grew with the arrival of Matteo's brothers... greeting him as Manetto and relating the curious story of how the previous evening their brother Matteo conceived the fantastic notion that he was someone else. The story was soon confirmed by Matteo himself--the real one--who arrived at Manetto's house to describe his puzzling dream of having been a carpenter. The disarray of the house was explained by the fact that in his dream Matteo noticed how his tools were out of order and in need of rearrangement.
Source: Brunelleschi's Dome, Ross King
What the hell was going on in 15th-century Florence. You miss a party and get elaborately mindfucked by a pissed-off goldsmith and his buddy Donatello. Manetto ended up moving to Hungary over this and who can blame him
extremely funny that Kel’s primary assessment of Baron George Cooper of Pirate’s Swoop is “not hot enough for the Lioness.” I disagree with her, but I do respect the opinion.
Consistently adding skills to my repertoire that will only become relevant if I accidentally walk through a rip in time and wake up in 1778. Today's skill is Rolling Gunpowder Cartridges
Other skills have included Spinning on Spinning Wheel, Cooking on Hearth Fire, Sewing Corset, and Arguing that Northern Slavery is Still Bad, Actually
I have stopped writing the great american novel to look at tumblr.
My work for the @very-sincerely-yours-zine !
What an incredible honor to be surrounded by such talented creatives in a celebration of queer life, love, and perseverance 🩵🩵🩵
Oops i reread tha Patrick Califia essay about fisting and now i have a whole brain worm about white flowers/may bells/trans Kim/small hands that i guess i'm gonna have to exorcise somehow (by writing porn, that's how)
"Toxic yuri" is a very context-dependent term because half the people using it are clearly picturing some sort of subtle psychological warfare and the other half seem to be describing the girl version of whatever is going on between Batman and the Joker.
I am tired of defensiveness and weird, mixed signals. Let's just get to the truth here, okay?
Buffy and Spike in Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997 - 2003).
Reblog and put in the tags what your blog title (not URL!) is a reference to.
Also not being funny even a little bit but if you want to talk about how subversive you are you also need to get a lot more normal about religious minorities in the West like Yesterday. Lwow you're such a cool and radical communist but you don't hang out with or even read Jews or Muslims? Crazy.
"Ummmm well im just kinda uncomfy with organised religion"
Ok. Well. You should be more uncomfortable with state-supported genocide and cultural suppression than with those swarthy folks and their silly hats believing in God and reading holy books. Just saying.
"Oh but homophobia and--"
Jews and Muslims have been doing far more interesting faggotry than you for literally thousands of years. My boy David was getting it daily and nightly. Discussions of multiple intersex genders in the talmud. Numerous works of Muslim poetry about gay love
And that's just Jews and Muslims. Like are you normal about non-Christian religions that aren't the vaguely Nazi-ish nouveau vikings you watch thirst vids of?
Hindus? Jains? Sikhs? Druhz? Buddhists? Shinto? A billion indigenous religions? Are you normal about shamanism? Vodou? Ancestor worship?
It's all well and good talking about inclusion of voices of colour but if you lowkey demand that all of those brown and Black and Asian voices talk like a white gentile person and don't do any weird religious or cultural stuff it's like. Well. That's still cultural suppression lmao
Pedestrian traffic lights
Ooooh, we have a bunch of really fancy pedestrian traffic lights in Germany! I need to share:
Starting off with the difference between formerly Eastern German traffic lights (upper images) and formerly Western German traffic lights (lower images):
The city of Erfurt had some additions, like an umbrella or a heart:
Same sex love in Marburg (upper image) and Frankfurt (lower image):
Traffic light lady in Bremen:
Karl Marx light in Trier:
Face of Friedrich Engels in Wuppertal:
Elvis in Friedberg (Hessen):
A sparrow (for the Golden Sparrow film awards) in Gera:
Winemaker in Bad Dürkenheim:
Mainzelmännchen (mascot of the public broadcasting service ZDF) in Mainz:
Otto Waalkes (German Comedian) in Emden:
Town musicians of Bremen in Bremen:
A miner in Pirmasens, Rheinland-Pfalz:
Bishop in Fulda:
Source: Saarbrücker Zeitung
Enjoy!
And we call these "Ampelmännchen" ("traffic lights little man").
omg that's amazing! I wanna visit Germany just to take pictures of all the cute traffic lights.
apologies to anyone who followed me for tma. cow studies :) ❤️
I told a guy his total was 13.21 and he said “wish it were that year, could actually get some good music on the radio”
breaking news from the AP, our boys on the front have just sacked constantinople. take that, heretics. coming up next are the soothing lute dirges of bing crosby
*screams of a witch burning at the stake*
THOU ART CURRENTLY LISTENING TO
*Gregorian chanting*
13.21
*leper bell ringing*
HIGH MEDIAEVAL FM
*recording of John Lackland sobbing as he signs the Magna Carta*
WHENCE COMETH NAUGHT BUT LITURGIES
LITURGIES
AND MORE LITURGIES
*Templar knights praying out loud*
THIS ISN’T THY GRANDMOTHERES STATION
*Imagine Dragons - Radioactive starts playing*
i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af
i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience
say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!