Love this Bruegel-esque “Four Seasons” by Pauline Baynes.
sifting through old alt.tv.xfiles posts and found this gem of internet warfare
BITTER AOL FOOTSOLDIER:
Ya know, this is possible the most mean spirited, cruel and vindictive post I have ever had the mis-fortune to read. And I’m from aol-land where some of the most UNBELIEVABLE bullshit has come across my computer.
OH, right, this is from a *WEBTV* user. Shoulda known. Can’t even afford a real computer and internet access. Not that aolhell is much better on the internet food chain, but at least I can afford a computer. And have the wherewithall to be able to use one. Must be nice to be able to sit on the couch in your trailer and surf the web on your tv.
See?? Isn’t it nice to be publicly lambasted, Ms Webtv?
BRUTAL TAKEDOWN BY WEBTV:
Ever since the dawning of the “webtv” domain, there has been a small, but incredibly persistent group of extremely insecure young AOL users who have sought to give WebTV the spot on the “internet food chain” that AOL has so manaically held on to. These users, such as yourself, see nothing wrong with heaving abuse at total strangers in a pitiful attempt to regain some sense of the dignity that they feel they have unjustly been shorn of
by those who bring their foolish antics to the attention of their webmasters, or merely administer to them a verbal castration in full view of the public.
Now, if, perhaps, you could bring your reading comprehension levels up to par with the average seven year old, you might note that the article to which you replied was much more of a regretful acknowledgement of what was more than likely a twisted interview, than some “public lambasting.”
Now then, don’t “you have mail!” or something?
Found the card I made years ago for my brother!
Royal finger rings from anglo-saxon England belonging to King Ethelwulf and his daughter Queen Ethelswith 828-858 A.D.
“By last week, most Christians in Mosul had already taken a fourth option—evacuation. Their departure marks the end of a continuous Christian tradition in Mosul. For thousands of years, Mosul has been a center for Christians, particularly for Assyrians, an ethnic group that predates the Arab conquest of Mesopotamia. Indeed, the ancient Assyrian capital of Nineveh, where the Prophet Jonah preached, lies across the Tigris River. Christianized in apostolic times, Assyrians have divided over the centuries into a number of communions that reflect the history of the religion: the Assyrian Church of the East, a small body, historically associated with Nestorianism, which once spread as far as China; the Syriac Orthodox Church, a member of the Oriental Orthodox family; and the Chaldean-rite Catholic Church, in communion with Rome. A small number of Assyrian Protestant churches exist as well, the legacy of nineteenth-century American missionaries.”ISIS occupiers in Mosul have marked Christian homes with the letter “n” to denote a follower of the Nazarene. Assyrian Church of the East, Syriac Orthodox, Chaldean-Rite Roman Catholics, or Protestants must either pay a tax, convert to Islam, or be executed. Read more here. (via mutters-of-dissevering-power)
Bibury, England (by jeremy..)
Note the Lenten array and wooden candlesticks.
“i guess i am not an ‘medievals’ person.
Put it this way: as every cat-person knows, each cat is a unique individual, different from every other cat. But it is unique because of what it has received from nature, from its genetic make-up and from what has happened to it during its life. When a cat dies, this unique life is no more; this is of course sad, but nature has simply taken back what it has given. I can grieve for the death of a cat, but with the death of a friend there is something much more, something of a different kind; we have an instinct that finds the death of a friend somehow unfair, outrageous, and I think we are right to trust this instinct. For my friend is a unique irreplaceable person not just because of what she has received from nature but because of what she herself has made of herself by her own free decisions, by the spontaneous love she had, by her failings, by all the things that we could praise or blame her for. Unlike the cat, my friend was in part responsible for herself; in a way she created the kind of person she was; she was not just made, she also made herself. She belonged to herself, she was not just a part of nature. And now, in the natural course of things, the lifetime of a body has come to an end; but nature, in claiming back her own, has also taken away the unique personality of that body — which nature did not give.
There are people who will pretend to see death as quite natural, as natural as birth; but I think they should look again. Human life, unlike other life, is more than a simple cycle of birth, growth, maturity, decline and death; during and within this cycle there is a story, there is the development of a person which is not a cycle but a continuing story that is arbitrarily cut off by death.” Herbert McCabe