Nikita Mazepin: the Russian Oligarchy’s Infiltration of F1
I suppose it’s my turn to speak on the Nikita to Haas situation. In my years involved with F1 I’ve never been so disgusted by a choice of driver. There have already been numerous posts about his violence, obvious disregard for women and rich-boy mentality. While all these are horrendous, I want to speak on something that enrages most of all. Please reblog.
British and American sailors/privateers running into each other at sea in the late 1700s to early 1800s and trying to figure out which is which because they all talked the same, acted the same, and dressed the same and were thus unable to tell for sure without thorough examination: Well one of us is going to have to change.
Good news, Just found out that Arthur S. Lefkowitz’s George Washington’s Indispensable Men is now available as an ebook online currently for ~$16 (usually ~$26) for anyone who’s been wanting it but hasn’t been able to find an affordable copy since it’s been out of print for like 15 years and cost like >$60 for a physical copy. It’s also finally got a paperback edition out as well I think.
‘We were visited by, & very frequently met another Man of Emenence in this Country Col: Hamilton; – once Secretary of the Treasury, & the framer of the Funding System adopted in this Country, author also # or rather Editor of the publication called the Federalist, – Col: Hamilton is by Birth a West-Indian; by Profession a Lawyer; & has retired from publick business to the practice of his Profession. He is lively & animated in conversation, gallant in his manners, & sometimes Brilliant in his Sallies, His political conduct has occasioned created him many Enemies & brought upon him unjustly, much obloquy, He is, however, a great support to the Federal-Constitution.’
She stood by the tea-table in a light-coloured muslin gown, which had a good deal of pink about it. She looked as if she was not attending to the conversation, but solely busy with the tea-cups, among which her round ivory hands moved with pretty, noiseless, daintiness. She had a bracelet on one taper arm, which would fall down over her round wrist. Mr. Thornton watched the replacing of this troublesome ornament with far more attention than he listened to her father. It seemed as if it fascinated him to see her push it up impatiently, until it tightened her soft flesh; and then to mark the loosening—the fall. He could almost have exclaimed—'There it goes, again!’
320 East Bay Street, Charleston, SC - the house of Henry Laurens (x, x)
@sunnyrea‘s recent post about the Henry Laurens house made me want to look for more photos of the house. The house was built in the mid-18th century, and the pictures are from the early 20th century. It was “A large, elegant brick house of sixty feet by thirty-eight. Noted for being square and barn-like, with a jerkin roof.” (x)