Camp Fire - Winslow Homer
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Haft Seen, otherwise known as Haft Sīn (Persian: هفتسین) or the seven ‘S’s is a traditional table setting of Nowruz, the traditional Persian new year. The haft seen table includes seven items all starting with the letter sīn (س) in the Persian alphabet.
The words you speak become the house you live in.
Hafiz (via fyp-philosophy)
Haft-Seen
Translated to ‘Seven S’s’ in Persian, the table is the traditional table setting for the Persian new year Norooz
The seven items on the table are:
1: Sabzeh (سبزه) - sprouts from different kinds of seeds mostly wheat or barley, to represent rebirth
2: Samanu (سمنو) - a sweet pudding symbolising affluence
3: Senjed (سنجد) - dried oleaster symbolising love
4: Sir (سیر) - garlic symbolising medicine
5: Sib (سیب) - apples symbolising health & beauty
6: Somaq (سماق) - somaq spice symbolising the rising sun
7: Serkheh (سرکه) - vinegar symbolising old age & patience
other traditional items include a mirror, candles, pomegranates, painted eggs, goldfish, coins, & a copy of the Shahnahmeh written by the Persian poet Ferdowsi
‘Siegmeyer of the 100 Acre Woods’ - Watercolor, ink
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What did Caesar really whisper to his protégé as he fell? Et tu, Brute, the official lie, is about what you’d expect to get from them—it says exactly nothing. The moment of assassination is the moment when power and the ignorance of power come together, with Death as validator. When one speaks to the other then it is not to pass the time of day with et-tu-Brutes. What passes is a truth so terrible that history—at best a conspiracy, not always among gentlemen, to defraud—will never admit it. The truth will be repressed or in ages of particular elegance be disguised as something else. What will Rathenau, past the moment, years into a new otherside existence, have to say about the old dispensation? Probably nothing as incredible as what he might have said just as the shock flashed his mortal nerves, as the Angel swooped in…
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“Feh.. It’s me, Inuyasha, the half-demon. I can defeat every demon who crosses my path. You think you can take me?”
Macklemore pointed to the door. “go away, Inuyasha” he mackled
I ask myself should I put my finger to the left, no I ask myself should I put my finger to the right, no I say it really doesn't matter where I put my finger Someone else will come along and move it And it's always been the same It's just a complicated game A little girl asked me should she part her hair upon the left, no A little girl asked me should she part her hair upon the right, no I said it doesn't really matter where you part your hair Someone else will come along and move it and it's Always been the same It's just a complicated game A little boy asked me should he put his vote upon the left, no A little boy asked me should he put his vote upon the right, no I say it really doesn't matter where you put your vote Someone else will come along and move it And it's always been the same It's just a complicated game They wanted Tom They wanted Joe To dress 'em up and stick 'em out on show They were arrows in a very bad aim It's just a complicated game God asked me should he ought to put his world on the left, no God asked me should he ought to put his world on the right, no I said God, it really doesn't matter where you put your world Someone will come along and move it And it's always been the same It's just a complicated game