After more than two centuries in print, the Farmers' Almanac will end its run with its 2026 edition.
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After more than two centuries in print, the Farmers' Almanac will end its run with its 2026 edition.
**November 10th 1871 saw the Journalist Henry M Stanley find the missing Scottish missionary David Livingstone with the classic “Dr Livingstone, I presume?”**
In 1867, Henry Stanley became special correspondent for the New York Herald and two years late would be sent to Africa in search of the legendary explorer David Livingstone.
Livingston had been following his obsessional search to find the sources of the Nile River and no one had heard from him for three years.
Stanley got to Zanzibar in 1871 and headed out on a 700 mile trek through tropical rainforest. Because the Herald had not sent the money promised for the expedition he borrowed in from the US Consul. He used this cash to hire over 100 porters for the expedition.
The trip did not go well. During the expedition through the tropical forest, his thoroughbred stallion died within a few days after a bite from a tsetse fly. Many of his porters deserted, and the rest were decimated by tropical diseases.
Seven months after arriving in Zanzibar Stanley found Dr Livingstone near Lake Tanganyika in present-day Tanzania and greeted him with the famous quote: “Doctor Livingstone, I presume?” Or did he?
There is some doubt about whether the line was actually ever said.
Henry Morton Stanley was born John Rowlands on 28th January 1841 in Denbigh, Wales. His parents were not married, and he was brought up in a workhouse. In 1859, he left for New Orleans. There he was befriended by a merchant, Henry Stanley, whose name he took. Stanley went on to serve on both sides in the American Civil War and then worked as a sailor and journalist.
In 1867, Stanley became special correspondent for the New York Herald. Two years later he was commissioned by the paper to go to Africa and search for the missionary and explorer David Livingstone, of whom little had been heard of for over a year, when he had set off to search for the source of the Nile.
Stanley reached Zanzibar in January 1871 and proceeded to Lake Tanganyika, Livingstone's last known location. There in November 1871 he found the sick explorer, greeting him with the now disputed words: 'Dr Livingstone, I presume?' Stanley's reports on his expedition made his name.
When Livingstone died in 1873, Stanley resolved to continue his exploration of the region, funded by the Herald and a British newspaper.
He explored vast areas of central Africa, and travelled down the length of the Lualaba and Congo Rivers, reaching the Atlantic in August 1877, after an epic journey that he later described in 'Through the Dark Continent'.
Failing to gain British support for his plans to develop the Congo region, Stanley found more success with King Leopold II of Belgium, who was eager to tap Africa's wealth. In 1879, with Leopold's support, Stanley returned to Africa where he worked to open the lower Congo to commerce by the construction of roads. He used brutal means that included the widespread use of forced labour. Competition with French interests in the region helped bring about the Berlin Conference (1884-1885) in which European powers sorted out their competing colonial claims in Africa. Stanley's efforts paved the way for the creation of the Congo Free State, privately owned by Leopold.
In 1890, now back in Europe, Stanley married and then began a worldwide lecture tour. He became member of parliament for Lambeth in south London, serving from 1895 to 1900. He was knighted in 1899. He died in London on 10 May 1904.
It's August, the month named after the bitch whose house I'm writing my dissertation on, and let me tell you, that damn house is a perfect example of Octavian learning how to play the part of the moderate patriarch.
He started by buying a house that was literally across the road from what was considered the location of Romolus' historical home, a decent home, 2000 sq m, twice the median rich Roman domus at the time.
Then, he got cocky and bought three other houses to build himself an 8000 sq m palace which of course, anyone would have pointed to and said: why are you acting kinda Greek getting a palace like a king from the Orient? I thought it was Anthony that was really into all that Greek stuff?
And of course, bitchy old Octavian quickly course-corrected and decided to dedicate his whole house to Apollo, which of course meant that he needed to build a 20'000 sq m sanctuary, with 2 houses, one for him, one for the Vestali, moving Vesta's cult from its original location.
Now his house is back to a more contained size, but also, that's all his shit, paid with the city's money.
Classic conservative Italian politician, if I say so myself.
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Playing the British portion of Shadow Hearts 2 and I forgot one thing I loved about it.
It uses monster's and legends from the place I grew up, in particular the Lambton Worm.
The Lambton Worm is often drawn as a wyrm dragon but it’s apocryphal: the story is basically a diss-rap about Lord Lambtons taxation. Here’s the song we teach our children in the Wear Valley of England:
Okay but picture a TV show about the Normans from Rollo’s death down to Henry II’s coronation. The DRAMA! The TRAGEDIES!, The BETRAYALS! The brothers KILLING each other!!!!!