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zilabee · 1 year

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Just stumbled on this brilliant post over on Meet The Beatles For Real. It's a german article in Bravo Magazine interviewing the women that worked at Apple. The wonderful keeper of mtbfr then typed the whole lot out and google translated it into english - all love to her for the wonderful work she does on that site.

I've not copied all of it over here, just my favourite bits... but that is most of the bits.

Janet Lumley - Kitchen maid (16) I have been cooking for the Beatles for half a year. It is fantastic. I cook just as carefully for the four of them as I do for my own family. John is the pickiest, he is vegetarian. Paul is the hungriest and has even brought his plate back to tell us how good it tasted to him.

Sally Burgess - Press Secretary (21) John, Paul, George and Ringo only have young, funny and talented people around and it flatters me to be a part of it. Although we work hard, the atmosphere is casual and fun, better than any other company in the world. And every day something new happens. You must learn to quickly adapt to any situation. Once however, it even became too much for me and I just crawled under my desk.

Debbie Wellum - Receptionist (20) I have decided that I have the most exciting Apple job. I have to catch all the teenagers who want to speak to my bosses. Recently, a group of Italian scouts were here, all of whom claimed to be cousins of George Harrison. But I didn’t fall for such a dirty trick. I wouldn’t trade in my bosses for anyone else in the world, even if they had really had so many cousins!

Sally Reed - Secretary (20) I've been a Beatle fan before I started here eight months ago. The four are no longer for me, but I've learned to respect them as businessmen and superiors. I work in the production department; the Beatles are always nice and easy going, even if everything else is wobbling around them. They have a professional attitude which is a very different attitude to these things than a normal human; sometimes I wish I could have some of that.

Dee Meehan - Assistant (25) I have to listen to all the tapes that are sent to the Beatles from people who want to make a career out of music. A tough job, but whoever has worked in the pop industry, knows what is going on, especially if you have the Beatles as bosses. Paul is the best; he always knows exactly what he wants. George and Ringo are always nice and polite, but sometimes John gets on my nerves. But he has improved a lot recently.

Amanda Hull - Tea cook (39) I am responsible for tea and coffee, which is used a lot with us, because Apple is a hospitable house. In a little chamber, I have a two burner stove, on which is always a pot of water and a pot of coffee standing. The tea is always fresh, otherwise it will be bitter. With Paul, I make sure that he does not get too much sugar. This is not good for his future children.

Linda Bristow - Assistant Publisher (22) I work for Apple music publishing. Of course I'm a Beatles fan, but I do not fall into a swoon every time they come through the door. Just to be a fan is not enough for a job at Apple. There is plenty to do and you have to know something too. But as for us, we are paid well and have the best bosses in the world. My favourite boss is George. He is for me the most beautiful thing. But I cannot tell him - because he would be pissed.

Carol Padden - Press Secretary (23) Of course, I'm a Beatles fan. Who isn’t? It's easy to work for such pleasant, young handsome men instead of old thick, bad-tempered men who are constantly, trying to flirt with you. Such a thing does not exist in the Beatles. I have never heard any girls complain that one of the Beatles had flirted with her!

Barbara Bennet - Secretary (24) My best experience with Apple was when Paul gave me a little Yorkshire terrier. He had heard me gushing to a colleague about this breed, and a few days later he had one in tow. But once when I visited my friend Colin Peterson the terrier ran into the city by himself. I never saw him again, although I'd put up a lot of ads.

#I love Sally Reed - “the four are no longer for me...”#(I love that she respects them as businessmen)#I love Sally Burgess - “I just crawled under my desk”#I love Dee Meehan - “John gets on my nerves”#I love Amanda Hull - “Apple is a hospitable house”#(I love her being weird about Paul)#everyone here is fantastic no criticism well done and long live #bravo magazine #the beatles #meet the beatles for real #beatles #apple

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broadcastarchive-umd · 3 months

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#VoxPop During World War II, Vox Pop broadcast from defense plants all over the country. On July 20, 1942, they broadcast from the Jones & Lamson Machine Tool Company in Springfield, Vermont.

Here, Warren Hull interviews 22-year-old Barbara Boire of St. Albans, Vermont. She worked a 12-hour day shift polishing lenses while her husband, James Boire, worked a 12-hour night shift at the plant as a draftsman. Barbara passed away in 1987.

Parks Johnson collection on Vox Pop

#old-time radio #WWII #women #defense plants

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still-single · 5 months

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TOP 10 / NEW HEATHEN DISCO

Here are ten great records from 2023. There are 30 more where these came from.

Ryan Davis & the Roadhouse Band – Dancing on the Edge (Sophomore Lounge)

The Tubs – Dead Meat (Trouble in Mind)

Adulkt Life – There Is No Desire (JABS/Our Voltage)

Water Damage – Two Songs (12XU)

Sharp Pins – Turtle Rock (self-released / Tall Texan)

Meg Baird – Furling (Drag City)

Wireheads – Potentially Venus (Tenth Court)

Beau Wanzer – A Dead Person's Monologue (iDEAL)

Al Karpenter & CIA Debutante s/t (Ever/Never)

Thee Retail Simps – Live on Cool Street (Total Punk)

And here's the latest set from the Heathen D:

Fatamorgana – Espacio Profundo

DJ Manny – You N You (feat. DJ Phil)

Shackleton – There Is a Seed

Glen Brown & King Tubby – World Dub: Away with the Bad

Omen – Possessed

MOR Mines – Nameless Dub

Skinner Pilot – Traces of Alignment

Tanner – Wig

The Wind-Ups – You’re Not That Cool

Manu Dibango – Ba-Kuba

Static Cleaner Lost Reward – Basic Trouble

Delkon – Superjack (Orbital Infusion 2000)

Lesley Gore – No Matter What You Do

Ice Cube – We Don’t Want No 8-Ball

Strange Fox – Bring it on Home

The VSS – Conscious

Total Control – Expensive Dog

Wipers – No Generation Gap

Bog People – Education

MXLX – Perdita de Sangue

Topdown Dialectic – untitled

Barbara Manning – Temperature’s Rising

Hallelujahs – I’ll Soon Follow, No Matter Where You Are

My Dad Is Dead – I Had a Dream

Rosali – Pour Over Ice

Red Pants – Witching Hour

Naked Roommate – Lube Boys

The Colours Out of Time – Diamonds

Bravais Lattice – Orientation Matrix

Hammered Hulls – Staggering Genius

Just Mustard – Seed

Monty Buckles – Miss You (demo)

Skywave – Here She Comes

Glittering Insects – Calcified Time

Happy Go Licky – Born Like Steam

Tommy James & the Shondells – I’m Alive

Vapourspace – Gravitational Arch of Ten

Bailterspace – Code

Bailter Space – Separate Circles

Ela Orleans – Black and White Flight

Hurl – She Laughed She Died (live)

#still single #best of 2023 #heathendisco #dj set #chicago #review #bandcamp #mixcloud

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theoldandnewfirm · 2 years

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👀 “I remember giving you this scar. You were so goddamn stubborn. " for a Stricklake AU of your choice (From "enemies to lovers and lovers to enemies")

The bed in the captain’s quarters of the Decimaar wasn’t designed for two, but heady on victory and the late captain’s rum stores, he and Barbara had found some delightful ways around that limitation. Now they lay awkwardly-but-happily entwined upon the mattress, dozing to the rhythm of the waves lapping against the hull.

“I remember giving you this scar,” Barbara murmured, skating her fingers over the thin, pocked mark just below his armpit. His skin twitched in response, as if recalling the bite of her knife. “You were so goddamn stubborn.”

“Your pointed commentary on my behavior did not go unnoticed,” he said, earning him a snort. “But—” he lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles, “I’m thankful for it. Strange though it may sound, that was the moment I realized you really did love me.”

She let out a sharp laugh. “The moment I almost stabbed you in the heart? That finally convinced you?”

He grinned. “You said it yourself: almost. If you truly wanted me dead, you wouldn’t have missed.”

#sorry this took so long #finally sort of filling that age of sail prompt!#trollhunters #stricklake #barbara lake #walter strickler #age of sail AU #fic

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a-solitary-sea-rover-backup · 9 months

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The interesting thing about the copy of No Excuse to Lose that I got at the chandlery in Greenport is that it’s a reprint from 1987 to cash in on the celebrations, but the covers are the only thing actually updated (a photo of Conner in Stars & Stripes gear and the back cover summary “The Man Who Brought Home the America’s Cup Tells How and Why He Wins Races”), the book itself seems to be the original 1978 text. The book only goes up to the 1977 America’s Cup, and thus does not cover any later editions or the 1980 Olympics boycott.

This makes the book seem weaker to me, and probably to 1987 audiences as well— the book lays out Conner’s philosophies and strategies as-of 1978, but to someone who knows what happened afterwards, it’s hard not to wonder “And how did he react to having those philosophies challenged or contradicted later on?”

For example, when Conner says he doesn’t enjoy sailing unless it’s to race, and always wants to be in the top event of the year, how did he react to not being able to take part in the 1980 Olympics after the United States boycotted them?

Conner’s approach to competition overall is conservative*, focused on following known paradigms as well as possible rather than innovating, and his advice to young sailors is to do the same. But the approach of the Australia II syndicate that defeated him in 1983 was very much the opposite, and Michael Levitt and Barbara Lloyd’s book Upset has a paragraph something like “Liberty was a very good 12-Metre yacht, but Australia II was something beyond that, a ‘12.5’ or ‘13-Metre’.” How, we naturally wonder, did Conner react to seeing his philosophy so dramatically disproved? Did he reassess his approach? (Working with NASA on hull “riblets” would suggest he DID warm to trying new technological innovations.)

*Tactically conservative, that is. Conner’s sexist and homophobic comments during the 1990s editions of the America’s Cup certainly seem to have been socially conservative, but as there is no mention of female athletes here, that never comes up. The only (very faint) hint of any sociopolitics in No Excuse To Lose is Conner saying he wanted to prove to “the Eastern Establishment” that California “Wasn’t just full of hippies”, with “hippies” and “good sailors” implicitly presented as contrasting— something Bernard Moitessier probably would have disputed. What is somewhat surprising, given how much Conner appealed to American patriotism in later America’s Cup campaigns, is his description of the Soviet Olympic sailor Valentin Mankin as a respected friend and colleague. Their competition in the 1976 Olympics is not presented with a Cold War angle, and any such political context is not even mentioned.

The frustrating thing about this book in its reprint form, then, is the simple question “No Excuse to Lose— so what does it mean that you DID lose? Did that lead you to change your approach for the 1987 competition, and if so, how?” Surely, this must have been a top question in most readers’ minds in 1987, but they won’t find an answer here.

#Let's Read #No Excuse to Lose #dennis conner #america's cup #olympic games

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feverinfeveroutfic · 1 year

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flowers for alexander | chapter eighteen

The brand-new day in Santa Barbara was to be a rather cool one with the advent of the hazy marine layer over the morning sun. Testament’s ship drifted over the ground about a mile away from State Street, and the bunch of them congregated at the main hull to keep themselves steady and safe against the hard landing. Florence and Francine stood next to Eric right by the door of the boiler room with the paper clasped in their hands; the former lingered closer to him out of comfort, but also out of the fact that Alex stood right across from her.

His long black curls dangled over his shoulders, those thick tendrils like the vines from a weeping willow; his deep eyes swept over the shape Florence’s body, followed by the shape of Francine next to her. The feeling of infernal lust within that boy, and it had been woken up by that mere kiss on his lips courtesy of Florence. It was a feeling that Florence had yearned to see from him when they were together, and a feeling that burned from him, from those deep eyes like the cherries from a pair of cigarettes.

He crossed his legs to accentuate the shape of his body, and Florence rested a hand on Eric’s shoulder. She locked eyes with Alex as she moved her hand down the shape of Eric’s back, all the way down to the base, right down to the top of his leather belt.

Alex showed her the tip of his tongue, to which he directed his gaze over to Francine next to her. Florence felt a chill run up her spine. She couldn’t recall the last time he was this sensual and right in front of her no less.

Francine meanwhile didn’t even seem to notice that he was looking at her, given she gazed on at the dials and gauges right over his head: one was for water pressure as well as the temperature right by there at the very heart of the boiler. The one over Louie’s head read the minute amount of millisievert inside of that particular hull of the ship.

The mere thought of a steam boiler like the one behind the pane of glass behind the three of them running on radioactive material made Florence shudder down to the bone. She rested a hand on her belly; Eric rested a hand on her left hip to bring her closer to his body. Alex’s gaze was fixed on Francine, however.

The ship landed on the ground and Florence and Eric ducked over to the door across the room first. Francine lingered back a bit to keep looking at the gauges; Florence glanced back at her best friend to see her lock eyes with Alex for a brief second, but then she strode on after them. Once they were outside in the hazy golden sunlight, Eric ran his stubby fingers through his black hair and let out a low whistle.

“Whoa,” Florence couldn’t hold it in anymore; she looked out to the dark ocean waters and the sparkling crests of waves against the deep orange and scarlet veil of the sky at the surface. The feeling raged like the high tide before sunrise.

“Man, is it just me or did Alex get like… really sexy overnight?” Eric asked her in a low voice, and Florence had to resist the urge to laugh.

Francine joined them from behind with the paper in her hand and a nonchalant expression on her face.

“Florence, do you know where to get breakfast at this point at this time of day at all?” she asked her in a single breath. “I just got really hungry really hard right now.”

“Yeah, right over here—” Eric gestured to the low building across the grass from there, and Florence spotted a small cafe on the far end. She took Francine by the hand and led her over there as if they were running from something.

“I’ll meet you girls over there,” he called after them.

Florence paid no attention to the papers in Francine’s hand once they were there at the outside table closest to them: she took her seat and she ran her fingers through her hair and rested her free hand on her belly. The growing life inside was not too far away from sending her a kick or two. Francine set the papers down the table top before her and let out a low whistle.

“Man… what do you reckon we should have?” she asked Florence, slightly out of breath.

“I’m feeling some French toast with a few strips of vegan bacon,” she replied. “A cup of tea, too.”

“Vegan bacon? Do they even make vegan bacon?” Francine chuckled.

“If they don’t, they should,” Florence proclaimed, and she glanced down at the space on the table between them.

“Okay, so… what do you think we should say in our letters?” Francine began.

“Question for the ages.” Florence leaned over for a view into the cafe, where she spotted a small line of people inside of there waiting.

“I think we take a number or something,” she suggested, and Francine padded inside of there for one of those numbers in question from the little dispenser. She returned outside and took her seat across from Florence. She looked as though she had just sprinted a short distance as well with her face gone red and her hair still a disheveled mess from sleeping.

“Got a number,” she said. “When our number is up, I’ll go back in there and get you some French toast and myself an omelette.”

Florence rested her hands upon her belly as if she awaited her fate from the other side of that glass door behind them. All the while, she wondered if Eric would join them there at the table, especially since those boys were just as hungry as the two of them.

“God…” Francine leaned back in the chair with her arm extended out before her.

“What?” she asked her.

Francine nibbled on her bottom lip. “You want to know the truth, Flo?”

“Frankie, we’re friends,” Florence assured her. “You can tell me anything and everything.”

Francine peered over her shoulder and Florence patted the top of the table to gather her attention.

“The boys are way over there,” she assured her with a gesture behind her. “Speak now or they can and will come on over here without warning.”

“I can’t stop thinking about Alex,” Francine confessed. “Did you see how he was looking at us?”

“Did I see? I was leaning into Eric as if he was about to get away from me! I don’t ever recall seeing him that hot and sexy before. It was like it came out of nowhere.”

“You must have unlocked something in him,” Francine explained with a shake of her head and a fanning of her face with her hand. “Something that he couldn’t get out in the open before when you two were initially together.” She closed her eyes and parted her lips for a soft whistle, and Florence could see it on her face, such that she ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip in excitement.

“Are you okay?” Florence asked her with a fluttering in her chest.

“I think so,” Francine answered, and she ran her fingers through her hair again.

“When we see him again, you should talk to him,” Florence suggested with a wag of her finger. “What’s our number, by the way?”

“Thirty-two,” Francine quipped.

“Here, I’ll go in there to get our food and if you see him, go talk to him,” Florence suggested, and she stood to her feet and arched her back even though she wasn’t nearly that big yet.

But when she stepped inside of the cafe, she was greeted by the sights and smells, the fresh coffee beans with the tea leaves, the baked goods out of the oven in junction with the sweets on display before her; all of it was enough to send everything into overdrive. She shook her head and brought a hand to her forehead as if she was about to faint right then and there on the floor.

The smell of cooking sugar, like the glaze on the ginger snaps on display before her, an otherwise lovely smell that she loved to the ends of the earth, made her stomach turn.

It was overwhelming to the point she believed she would vomit, and she bowed out of there for the fresh air of the marine layer once more. Francine peered back at her in concern.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“I couldn’t handle it,” Florence confessed as she took her seat once again, and she could feel the tears well up in her eyes.

“Aw, it’s okay,” Francine comforted her with a gentle pat on the table before her.

“I usually love the smells of a cafe or a bakery,” Florence said tearfully; “I thought I was going to puke.”

“Here, I’ll get our food,” Francine offered, and she doubled back inside of there. Florence sniffled, and she glanced over her shoulder to the airships parked over on the grass. She noticed the boys from Death Angel congregated around Testament’s ship as if there was something happening there; as far as she knew, they were just boys being boys and hanging out before they gathered breakfast for themselves.

Their long black hair and their sun-kissed brown skin made her think of the first time that she and Eric had gotten together in the face of the breakup of her and Alex. His pale skin in lieu of the soft tan that kissed Alex’s lanky forearms, those delicate lips in lieu of Alex’s ripe cherries, that stout stubby body in lieu of Alex’s long and lanky strength… She looked on at those five boys and she wondered if she could trust any of them with the secrets that she and Francine wanted to write down for themselves.

Lead singer Mark nudged his hair back with the flick of his long fingers: even from a distance, Florence could make out the shiny silver on each of his fingers.

There was just something about a boy with a whole slew of rings on his hands like that. Something that she yearned to see more of with Alex and especially Eric. It was the way that the silver accentuated everything, and she couldn’t help but visualize those two boys in particular with them.

Francine emerged from the cafe with a cup of coffee in her left hand and a cup of tea in her right: she handed Florence the tea before she sat down across from her, and she sipped on the little slit in the lid.

“What’cha looking at?” she asked her.

“The kids from Death Angel,” Florence replied. “I kind of wonder if they could be like our audience when we write our letters.”

“Sort of as like a second opinion but without the bias?” Francine followed along.

“Exactly, right!”

Francine would head back into the cafe once their food was ready, and the two of them got to work on their letters in unison, and with the hazy sun at their backs. Unlike being on the airship, the words flowed out of both women; Florence had a fluttering whirring sensation in the pit of her stomach as the tip of the pen scrawled over that sheet of paper, still smooth despite Francine having clutched it against her body all the way across the grass.

Those five boys made their way over to the patio of the cafe: Florence glanced over at Mark, who led the pack over to the big table right behind them. He showed her a friendly little smile, and she nodded her head at him.

She set down her pen and sipped on her tea, which was still nice and hot even with the cool morning around her. He strode on over to her with that thick mane of coarse black curls drifted behind him like the sail from a catamaran straight out of the Philippines.

“Florence, right?” he asked her.

“Yeah. Is it possible you could be a peer review for me and Frankie here?”

“You say ‘peer review’ as if we’re in school,” he joked, and he treated her to a loud belly laugh.

“It is school in a way,” Francine assured him. Rob then said something to him.

“I think so, yeah?” Mark replied. “We have to take a number?”

“Yeah, take a number,” Florence chimed in, and Rob bowed into the cafe for a number tag for the five of them. Mark then dragged a chair up behind him and took his seat there with the two of them.

“What the hell, dude?” Dennis jeered at him.

“I’ll be right back, keep your shorts on,” Mark assured him with a gesture of his hand, and then he returned to them and rubbed his ring-clad hands together. “Okay! So, what do we got?”

“These are letters that—um—” Florence cleared her throat, and she gestured for Mark to move in closer. “—we wrote to Alex. It’s a long story, but we needed to say these things to him, as closure for me and for Frankie over here to tell him the truth about how she feels about him.”

“We need a third set of eyes with us,” Francine added with a slight tremble to her voice.

“Oh, okay,” he said with a nod. “Sort of as like a, uh… ‘is this acceptable enough?’ or something like that.”

“Exactly, yeah,” Florence clarified, and she noticed that Francine was looking at something behind her, and she turned around in her chair. Alex stood right behind them with his mirrored sunglasses on his face and his shirt opened at the top to show off the top of his chest. She returned to Francine and the look of euphoria on her face. Mark cracked her a sky smirk.

“What’s up with you?” he asked with a chuckle.

“He’s so hot,” she confessed.

“You think so?” he retorted to her with a little gyration to his head.

“I know so,” she sputtered; Alex ran his fingers through his black curls and peered up to the sun to let the soft light caress over his handsome face. The small pearl of gray at the top of his head almost appeared pure white in the face of the sun, a little shock in the face of all normal things, like a big earthquake that went unreported. He looked as though he was about to come on over there but he was waiting for someone: Florence turned around the other way to see Eric ambling closer to them.

“Shit,” she muttered. “Just when I thought we had some privacy.”

“Here, I’ll take these and I’ll read them in a private place,” Mark vowed as he picked up the papers and folded them in half.

“You’ll do that for us?” Francine asked him.

“Oh, yeah! I’d be happy to.” He folded them again and tucked them into the front pocket of his denim vest.

“Thank you, Mark—you’re a lifesaver,” Florence declared.

“Nah, just trying to do good—your hubby’s the real lifesaver,” he said with a nod. She peered straight up to find Eric right above her: his long smooth black hair swept over her like a curtain.

“You talking about me?” he asked her.

“Depends. Are you hungry?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

Mark let out another laugh at that, and he stood up to let Eric have a seat with the two girls; he dragged another chair up for Alex. At least the letters were in good hands at that point.

#fanfic #fanfiction #flowers for alexander #flowers for alexander fanfic #chapter 18 #testament band #testament #testament fanfic #death angel #mark osegueda #eric peterson #alex skolnick #oc tag #writing #also on ao3 #text

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What If Scenario. The Pandemic never happened, but the renovations at Her Majesty’s eventually did. During that time, they put together a concert-like production of Phantom like they did with Les Mis in 2019. Who would you have cast in each part? Feel free to include Ensemble & Understudies

I think I answered something very similar before where I said that I'd love to have had an international celebration, with recent, fan-favorite, or long-running members from productions all over the world given an opportunity to perform and do, like, one song each, along with the then-current cast at the time. So I guess it might be something like:

Phantom: Josh Piterman (London), Ben Crawford (Broadway), Derrick Davis (national tour), Osamu Takai (Japan), Alexander Goebel (Vienna), Colm Wilkinson (Toronto), Peter Karrie (Canadian tour), Peter Joback (Stockholm), Ian Jon Bourg (Germany), Anthony Warlow (Australia), Henk Poort (Scheveningen), Juan Navarro (Mexico City), Hans Peter Janssens (Antwerp), Tomas Ambt Kofod (Copenhagen), Hong Kwang Ho (Seoul), Juan Carlos Barona (Madrid), Sandor Sasvari (Budapest), Saulo Vasconcelos (Sao Paulo), Damian Aleksander (Poland), Carlos Vittori (Buenos Aires), Marian Vojtko (Prague), Stephen Brandt Hansen (Estonia), Ivan Ozhogin (Moscow), Ilkka Hamalainen (Helsinki), Adrian Nour (Bucharest), Nikola Bulatovic (Belgrade), Vladimir Grudkov (Sofia), Jonathan Roxmouth (World Tour), Espen Grjotheim (Oslo), Ben Forster (Greece), Killian Donnelly (UK Tour)

Christine: Kelly Mathieson (London), Meghan Picerno (Broadway), Emma Grimsley (national tour), Sae Yamamoto (Japan), Luzia Nistler (Vienna), Rebecca Caine (Toronto), Teresa DeZarn (Canadian tour), Emmi Christensson (Stockholm), Valerie Link (Germany), Ana Marina (Australia), Joke de Kruijf (Scheveningen), Irasema Terrazas (Mexico City), Inneke van Klinken (Antwerp), Sibylle Glosted (Copenhagen), Kim So Hyun (Seoul), Julia Moller (Madrid), Barbara Fonyo (Budapest), Lina Mendes (Sao Paulo), Edyta Krzemien (Poland), Claudia Cota (Buenos Aires), Monika Sommerova (Prague), Maria Listra (Estonia), Tamara Kotova (Moscow), Sofie Asplund (Helsinki), Irina Baiant (Bucharest), Mirjana Matic (Belgrade), Vesela Delcheva (Sofia), Claire Lyon (World Tour), Astrid Giske (Oslo), Amy Manford (Greece), Holly-Anne Hull (UK Tour)

Raoul: Danny Whitehead (London), John Riddle (Broadway), Michael Maliakel (national tour), Kanji Ishimaru (Japan), Thorsten Tinney (Vienna), Laird Mackintosh (Toronto), Kip Wilborne (Canadian tour), Anton Zetterholm (Stockholm), Nicky Wuchinger (Germany), Alexander Lewis (Australia), Peter de Smet (Scheveningen), someone who's not Jose Joel (Mexico City), Michael Shawn Lewis (Antwerp), Christian Lund (Copenhagen), Son Jun Ho (Seoul), Armando Pita (Madrid), Zoltan Miller (Budapest), Nando Prado (Sao Paulo), Marcin Mrozinski (Poland), Nicholas Martinelli (Buenos Aires), Tomas Vanek (Prague), Koit Toome (Estonia), Evgeny Zaycev (Moscow), John Martin Bengtsson (Helsinki), Florin Ristei (Bucharest), Slaven Doslo (Belgrade), Denko Prodanov (Sofia), Matt Leisy (World Tour), Carl Lindquist (Oslo), Nadim Naaman (Greece), Rhys Whitfield (UK Tour)

Is that way too many cast members? Probably! Are there even enough scenes for each of them to perform together? Unlikely! Did I give up doing supporting, ensemble, and understudies because it was too exhausting? Definitely! Do I even know who some of these people are or if they want to come back at all? Not really!

But you have to admit - it's a huge and very international cast!

#GP gets asks #tomblr1895

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Episode 170 - Gender Theory & Gender Studies

This episode we’re talking about Gender Theory & Gender Studies! We discuss theory vs studies, memes, feminism, books that should exist but don’t, and more!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Google Podcasts, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Things We Read (or tried to…)

A Burst of Light by Audre Lorde

Histories of the Transgender Child by Jules Gill-Peterson

Before We Were Trans: A New History of Gender by Kit Heyam

Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity by Julia Serano

Queer: A Graphic History by Meg-John Barker and Jules Scheele

Beyond the Gender Binary by Alok Vaid-Menon

A Quick & Easy Guide to Queer & Trans Identities by Mady G. and J.R. Zuckerberg

Other Media We Mentioned

BITCHfest: Ten Years of Cultural Criticism from the Pages of Bitch Magazine edited by Lisa Jervis & Andi Zeisler

Body Outlaws: Rewriting the Rules of Beauty and Body Image edited by Ophira Edut

A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf

Female Masculinity by Jack Halberstam

Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity by Julia Serano

Gender Outlaw: On Men, Women and the Rest of Us by Kate Bornstein

The Will to Change: Men, Masculinity, and Love by bell hooks

All the Rage: Mothers, Fathers, and the Myth of Equal Partnership by Darcy Lockman

For Her Own Good: Two Centuries of the Experts' Advice to Women by Barbara Ehrenreich and Deirdre English

The Argonauts by Maggie Nelson

X-Gender, vol. 1 by Asuka Miyazaki

A Quick & Easy Guide to They/Them Pronouns by Archie Bongiovanni and Tristan Jimerson

Feminism is For Everybody by bell hooks

Down Girl: The Logic of Misogyny by Kate Manne

A Girl's Guide to Taking Over the World: Writings From The Girl Zine Revolution edited by Karen Green & Tristan Taormino

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Transgender Childhood Is Not a ‘Trend’ by Jules Gill-Peterson

Gill-Peterson is one of 1,000+ contributors to the New York Times who signed an open letter condemning the anti-trans bigotry in their coverage. Read it here.

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20 Gender Theory/Studies books by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

Living a Feminist Life by Sara Ahmed

The Sacred Hoop: Recovering the Feminine in American Indian Traditions by Paula Gunn Allen

Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza by Gloria Anzaldúa

Decolonizing Trans/Gender 101 by b. binaohan

The Crunk Feminist Collection edited by Brittney Cooper, Susana M. Morris, & Robin M. Boylorn

Beyond Trans: Does Gender Matter? by Heath Fogg Davis

Women, Race & Class by Angela Y. Davis

Asegi Stories: Cherokee Queer and Two-Spirit Memory by Qwo-Li Driskill

Radicalizing Her: Why Women Choose Violence by Nimmi Gowrinathan

White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color by Ruby Hamad

Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center by bell hooks

But Some of Us Are Brave: All the Women Are White, All the Blacks Are Men: Black Women's Studies by Akasha Gloria Hull

Indigenous Men and Masculinities: Legacies, Identities, Regeneration edited by Robert Alexander Innes and Kim Anderson

Patriarchy Blues: Reflections on Manhood by Frederick Joseph

Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women That a Movement Forgot by Mikki Kendall

Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches by Audre Lorde

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color edited by Cherríe Moraga & Gloria Anzaldúa

Colonize This!: Young Women of Color on Today's Feminism edited by Bushra Rehman

I'm Afraid of Men by Vivek Shraya

Black on Both Sides: A Racial History of Trans Identity by C. Riley Snorton

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What books about anthropology would you recommend to a layperson?

Ooooh, this is a tough question. Anthropology as a field is notoriously inaccessible to laypeople, and I in particular am a really bad judge of what is and is not a good entry point because so much of what reads like torturous academia-speak to others reads like poetry to me.

Okay, here are some texts that I think are good (read: valuable, enjoyable, or otherwise contributed something to my life by having read them)

1) Discipline Punish by Michel Foucault (yes yes I know, but *really*)

2) A Complicated Model of Disability by Alex Haagaard (who was so very kind as to offer me an uncut draft to review when I requested it and that draft is just unfathomably beautiful)

3) This Bridge Called My Back is not strictly Anthropological, but anyone who is interested in anthropology should absolutely explore the perspective this anthology has to offer

4) All the Women Are White, All the Men Are Black, But Some of Us Are Brave by Barbara Smith, Patricia Bell Scott, and Gloria Hull

5) Debt: the First 5000 Years by David Graeber (anything by David Graeber really, the man was gifted at writing for the public rather than for his fellow academics, and he deserves to be honored for that)

6) This isn't a specific text, but rather a publication! (One in which I've been published in fact though I won't tell you which publication is mine). The Sociological Review does excellent work in making sociological and anthropological texts accessible to the general public in a way I truly admire, including by not paywalling their literature, and I highly recommend anyone getting started track their published works and the authors who write for them.

I hope this has been a helpful list and that at least a few of these texts end up striking your fancy! I really really love my field, and I wish that more people found it as inviting and exciting as I do, but I recognize the many ways in which it is not. Maybe if all of us who love it to do a little bit with lists like these we can start to break down the barriers around the ivory tower and change anthropology from a gilded art to the people's work!

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Goddess Mari and the origins of Welsh peoples

Many Welsh DNA samples show a chromosome linkage to a cultural homogenous early European tribe called the Basque peoples, located in the region between Spain's border with Southern France. The people of Basque still have a proud culture of today and their darker features (brown hair, olive skin) are shared among many welsh ancestors. Their practices of worship are also distinctly similar to that of Celtic welsh and Irish rituals and include stone circles and nature based deities. Most, if not all of my personal genealogy, is in the majority from Southern Wales on both my mum and dad's side and Dorset and Manchester in England on both sides as well. My grandfather's father also has ancestral links to the Middle East with his father's wife being Egyptian, and that is where he grew up.

My welsh and middle eastern features from my mum's side come from having dark brown hair, hazel eyes and olive toned skin. I also visit where my nana grew up in Barry, in the Vale of Glamorgan Wales when I was 12 and spent time in Wales and England, looking at meadows, stone sites and the house and town my nana and her mother spent their childhood. Connecting with genealogy further I wanted to post here some further information on the deities that came in the origins of welsh culture from a Basque origin:

Further on

"Mari is the most important deity in the Basque Mythology as she leads or guides the rest of the deities. This female personification of the earth is a vestige of the earth-based myths worshipped by the matriarchal communities before the arrival of the celestial gods/ goddesses. She is the queen of Nature and of all its elements. It is clear that Mari was already worshipped as a goddess by the ancient Basque before the arrival of Christianity. Considering her features, it appears that she could be linked to some other goddesses of the Old European Mythology."

According to the legends of the Basque Country, Lurra (the Earth) is a giant hull, an infinite hull; and the souls of the dead, the god/goddesses and most of the mythological characters live underground.

"Izena duenak izana du" meaning "anything that is named is real", quotes an ancient Basque saying.

John Koch’s university education included archaeology, as well as Celtic languages and literatures. He has taught in both fields at both the undergraduate and postgraduate levels. The breadth of his multidisciplinary expertise is reflected in the sizeable reference works:

Koch, J. T. (2012) (general editor and principal contributing author, with A. Minard, ed.) The Celts: History, Life and Culture, 2 vols. (Santa Barbara and Oxford: ABC-Clio), 958pp [ISBN (print) 978–1–59884–964–6, (e-book) 978–1–59884–965–3]

Koch, J. T., with R. Karl, A. Minard and S. Ó Faoláin (2007) An Atlas for Celtic Studies. Archaeology and Names in Ancient Europe and Early Medieval Ireland, Britain, and Brittany, Celtic Studies Publications 12 (Oxford: Oxbow Books) [series editor: J. T. Koch]

Koch, J. T. (2006) (ed.) Celtic Culture: A Historical Encyclopedia, 5 vols. (Santa Barbara and Oxford: ABC-Clio)

He said: “In the last couple of years there have been a number of genetic studies of human DNA indicating that the population of much of the western part of the British Isles is related to other communities along the Atlantic seafront. These include Brittany, northern Spain, Portugal and the French Atlantic coast. That’s their genetic origin.”

But Dr Karl, of the University of Wales, Bangor, said there is also archaeological evidence suggesting a cultural link with central Europe.

“There is evidence suggesting a link with central Europe from elite-material culture – stuff associated with the upper parts of society. This includes weaponry, feasting equipment, artwork on jewellery and other prestigious items.”

However the academic said attempts to identify a biological Celt or notions of cultures emanating from a particular spot are meaningless. He believes human cultures and populations are constantly in a state of flux, drawing their influences from far and wide.

However there are many other arguments for welsh and other Celtic heritages to be Pictish. So there is an unclear certain linkage to many other cultures other than understandings that Wales and Ireland were largely culturally homogenous for an extended time beyond their neighbouring countries and provinces.

#contextual

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Reading Response for Willis's "Picturing Us"

Photograph by Dan Winters

Found in an article The Waco Horror, from an online Black-led media platform Andscape, this photograph features the author, Jesse Washington, stands where his namesake was lynched 100 years ago in 1916 in Waco, Texas, his shadow stretching across what is now an empty parking lot near City Hall.

When discussing of the photograph Whipped at Post, c. 1180s, Willis (1994) writes:

“The question of this image is primary when trying to reconstruct the lived experiences of slave culture and it’s legacy. Imaginatively retitling this photography But Some of Us Are Brave (the subtitle of a book by Gloria Hull, Patricia Bell Scott, and Barbara Smith) allows me to consider how the black man and women themselves responded to this type of punishment and the challenges they endured.” (p.22)

This photograph of the shadow indicates that the subject, which is a black author from a different century, is pondering the historic lynching in American history while standing at the nexus of past and present. Washington writes in the article that thinking about the similarities with recent killings of unarmed black men who gained national attention gave the need to face the city. To me, the photo and the practice itself feels like reconstructing or responding to the slavery culture and legacy from a distant temporal point such as today. The photograph appears to magnify the exploration of the junction of identity, time, and societal change as the author bears the same name as a historical victim and the photo was taken in the same lynching location. The author can be the subject of the photo, but the name represented also implies he is the object of racial violence over the history.

Works Cited

Washington, J. (2022). The Waco Horror. Andscape. https://andscape.com/features/the-waco-horror/

Wills, D. (1994). Picturing Us: African American Identity in Photography.

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Four From Doom's Day

An audiobook collection from BBC Audio. Title derived from the classic serial Four to Doomsday

Hour 16: The Steel Cascade

Read by Sooz Kempner in the role of Doom.

Doom is undercover as a waitress on 1966 earth on a Mediterranean cruise. Regular clients of the Lesser Order of Oberon, the Safe Century Coalition, want the Red Gorgon and Steel Cascade eliminated. Doom confirms the ship itself isn't the target, the SS Jolly Wanderer. While puzzling over the mission's meaning, she notes a man and woman in their 30s.

Barbara Wright is unimpressed with her book on the Roman empire, claiming it's inaccurate, her companion, Ian Chesterton, in enjoying a book about moon colonisation. The pair, after returning from 2 years in the TARDIS, have acquired some wanderlust, hence the cruise. They find they miss Vicki, Susan, and even the Doctor, but know retuning was the right decision. Doom approaches with drinks, and tries to goad them into revealing themselves as her targets, after no reaction she drinks the pre-poisoned drinks, having antidoted herself. Barbara, scared, leaves, Ian follows.

Anton Skutnik is defecting to the west, having made it out of Romania, evading agents in Istanbul. He is approached by a woman, and realises she was pursuing him in Belgrade, she is Dasha Petrov, codename Red Gorgon. She poisons him, offering to kill him quickly if he surrenders his case. He pretends to, then runs.

Ian reassures Barbara, at which point Skutnik stumbles into them, begging for help, asking the case be kept say. Ian knows of Skutnik, who officially disappeared some years ago. His case contains a new inventing supercomputer, he believes it must be destroyed. Knowing he is dead, he begs they get it to Prof. Hector Drakos in Athens. Ian examines the computer, discovering it is alive with alien technology, and Skutnik realises Petrov has found it.

Doom seeks out clues, with 40 minutes to go she spots Petrov outside a cabin, instantly recognising the Soviet spy and confirming she's her target, engages her, only for Petrov to destroy her gun, she forces her way into the cabin and seals it. She realises who they are when they mention the Doctor, and after the disappointment that he isn't aboard, grabs the supercomputer after Petrov breaks in.

Doom throws the supercomputer, shattering it, the mass grabs Petrov, and consumes her, while spreading across the floor. Doom knows it is a nanoform, and drags them into the closet, trying to force their way into the next cabin. Nano-Petrov advances just as they finally burst through, and start running.

Doom thinks her mission is over with 23 minutes to spare, until Ian explains Skutnik wasn't an agent, and she realises the Steel Cascade is the event currently happening, and she caused it. Evacuation is ordered. They realise the Steel Cascade isn't touching the salt water, and so Doom decides to scuttle the ship. Barbara forces Doom to let her accompany her with the offer of information on the Doctor.

Doom blows a hole in the engine room, but they are trapped by the Cascade, until Barbara uses an extinguisher to propel them out the hull. They manage to be rescued by Ian and a lifeboat crew, and Doom watches her mission complete.

Ian and Barbara give an abridged account of their time with the Doctor, and Doom picks a mission on Mars, rejecting Terri's attempt to make suggestions. Ian and Barbara plan to continue their travels.

Hour 17: The Martian Dilemma

Read by Jaye Griffiths, whose most notable role is as UNIT scientist Jac, with several others on audio.

Kelex must die. That is the instruction Doom has been given. She briefly considers the sorts of jobs which actually give helpful information, and how she knows never to attempt ones that ask to, say, kill Hitler, due to the Fixed Point in Time, and the fact it would likely just result in the assassin dying.

Mars chose Mars due to knowledge that the Doctor had theatres Martian plots in the past. She moves along a martian tunnel, and is surprised to see two humanoids in blue, not Ice Warriors as such. She realises she is in a Martian city, made of green rock. The plaza features Ice Warriors, but also at least a dozen other species. It's 11000 BC, and this open Mars is not one she knew of. She spots a Gibberon tourist, which reveals this is the fabled jadeite city of Mars, and learns Kelex is the new Queen who made this marvel possible, and learns the rumours that Mars is dying.

Doom sneaks her way to the royal palace, and hides in a vent and witnesses a royal court. 5 Ice Warrior clan leaders are meeting with Kelex. She intends to wait and hope the meeting will end, she only has about 30 minutes.

Harral seeks to reclaim Martian glory, but Kelex rejects the idea of an alliance, believing they are bringing a martian renaissance. Azlar, consort to Kelex, argues the union of the 5 clans is already an alliance, but she believes allying with aliens is a wholly separate matter, but they wish she would at hear the proposal. She request Sorr and Ezrak's opinions, they agree with the others. Out of respect for her comrades, Kelex hears the proposal.

She opens communications with a Crocodilian, Asundervel-Ren of Throkos, representing the Armageddon Alliance. The Alliance consists of the Crocodilians, the Thrals, the Pyrovales and and the Yutani, and proposes that of the Martians join them they would become unstoppable. Despite the warriors' enthusiasm, Kelex is unmoved and closes communication. Harral on particular is annoyed with the cultural changes Kelex has brought, instead of focusing on the honour of warriorhood.

Kelex has the others leave so she can talk with Azlar, and Doom starts positioning herself to fall atop the queen.

A poorly-timed ambush causes Doom to fail to break the queen's neck, and she is thrown across the room, destroying screens which blind the Warriors. Kelex fires a sonic gun, knocking Doom into a daze and destroying the council table. They imprison her as guards rush in.

Doom awakens in a dungeon, manacled, Vortex Manipulator missing, water thrown on her. Kelex and Azlar come to interrogate her, Doom starts rambling until Kelex asks about the Vortex Manipulator. Doom sees that the Manipulator has reset, she's eating into her next mission's time. She manages to ensure they aren't going to destroy it, and makes clear she can't betray her client as she has no idea who they are, but does confirm her mission statement.

When Kelex prepares to execute her, Doom suggests the client is probably in the council, seeking to guarantee Mars joins the Armageddon Alliance. She strongly suggests Azlar must be the client, building on a wealth of experience of over supportive jealous husbands seeking their wives dead, and Azlar specifically referring to her as a hired assassin. She swings out of the way of his attempt to execute her, pulls her chains off the wall, knocks them back, only for Kelex to shoot her husband. He did it because Mars is not ready for her changes.

Doom tries to prepare herself for Kelex, trying to decide if she should act. She can just see a shadow in the corner of her eye. She thinks the contract is null and void with the client dead, and based on historical knowledge, nothing of this period is going to matter, but if she kills Kelex she might completely change history, and that's even if her dear isn't a fixed point. She manages to convince Kelex to allow her to leave with the Vortex Manipulator. Doom lets slip that her ideals will come forth one day, Mars joining a peaceful alliance, and seeing that she's overrun by almost 15 minutes, and randomly sets the vortex manipulator before Death can get any closer.

Kelex goes to face her future.

Hour 18: An Ood Halloween

Read by Silas Carson, voice of the Ood.

Doom appears before an 8-year old child dressed as a witch, she realises she is in a shop selling Halloween goods. The girl thinks Doom is a ghost, but leaves with her mother.

Doom decides to disable the automatic reset, and actually check what her mission is, she only has 45 minutes to act. It is San Francisco, 1999, so she just might find him. Her mission is to assassinate Valich, a stranded Coluxian crime boss, whose men are set to rescue him. The date makes the mission difficult, but she is surprised to recognise a tuxedoed figure clasping a white orb, Brian the Ood. She would normally avoid him, but she is sure his presence isn't a coincidence. He is listening to a radio and enjoys a local station, and says he and Mr. Ball have been away (See: Time Lord Victorious). Brian is here to give her a second chance after she failed her last assignment. Doom starts protesting the fixed point dilemma, before realising Brian is working for the Order again after wiping out the previous administration, argument made that he benefitted the new leadership. He will be watching her and if she fails again he will kill her. Brian has a new Vortex Manipulator with updated features, and pick up out of place tech in Golden Gate Park.

They arrive at the Japanese Tea Garden, losing the signal there, and break in, finding a gravity pod, and octahedron in a pool, all internal technology scavenged. They find a trail of Valich's footprints and seek out a large crowd. Brian notes her impatience and larger than usual workload, she mentions looking for a Doctor. Brian acknowledges meeting the Doctor, but can only wish her luck.

Brian makes a short hop towards the crowd with Doom, they arrive at Castro Street. Still missing her gun, Doom steals a police officer's gun. Brian feels his disguise as a costumed man will fail. They hear cries, and find a girl calling out to her now dead boyfriend, the Coluxian reveling in carnage.

Doom fires on Valich, but he dodges every one, and starts swinging at them, they barely dodge. He eventually wounds Brian, activating his radio. Valich takes it, trying to contact his extraction, then flees. Doom only 24 minutes left, picks Brian up, and resumes pursuit.

They conclude SBRC is where Valich will try to send his signal, Doom steals a car, taking Brian along. They arrive at the spot, and pursue Valich inside. He disconnects Roxy Sparks' broadcast as his pursuers enter. When they interrupt, he clambers up the radio mast, Doom chases up as Brian tries to disconnect the power.

Brian disables the power, and Valich runs, the pair have to chase again, Doom instead decides to disable all the masts, and rushes to the substation, crashing the car into the substation. Brian is badly injured, or perhaps dead, but Doom needs to stop Valich. She has a minute. Spotting light in Mr. Ball, she stabs Valich's eyes, then shoves the translator sphere into Valich, killing Valich.

Brian awakens as Doom's Vortex Manipulator has reset. Brian wishes her well, and leaves. Doom checks her device, finding another earth mission, ignoring Terri's complaint.

Hour 19: Dark Space

Read again by Kempner

Doom has a rough landing. She is meant to be in London, 2167, to eliminate a Dalek collaborator, but is millions of years in the future on an unknown world. The eastern sky is mysteriously devoid of stars, and the sun is dying. She resigns herself to being stuck here for an hour, and sees twisted forms. A woman's voice appears from her Vortex Manipulator, asking to end her suffering, the words repeat and fill her mission log. She decides to take this as a mission. She starts seeing movement in her peripheral vision, far too soon for Death, and finds a lot of wreckage of spaceships. She finds in one a new pistol and a medkit, and then at a gun placement finds an empty spacesuit and parts to fix the gun. All she needs is a power pack.

As a Jelly Rat approaches, she resigns herself to searching the suit for one, and gets power to her gun, escaping the rats, and keeps seeking the transmission.

A strange noise alerts her to a figure behind her, in a dark coat, silver hair, and Scottish, wearing sunglasses. He tells her to wait while he sorts something, but she holds him up. He intends to help the source of the signal. He feels like he may have met her, lifetimes ago. He starts moving, and she attempts to analyse him to see if he's the target, but all her tech is being disrupted.

They come to a space carrier, finding a humanoid figure in a space suit, repeating the message. The man finds her badge reads Doctor Gina Harkew, she is long dead, her consciousness preserved in the suit as a data ghost. She stops him turning the power off, so she can properly complete her mission, but finds she is 30 minutes left and mission incomplete. The man realises her work after questioning her Vortex Manipulator, and points out it is odd both of them were drawn there at the same time. She realises at last he is the Doctor.

The Doctor is trying to work out who could be lurking time travellers here, and deduced Doom's employers, and decides to get some lights to have a better view. Doom considers eliminating this Doctor, but isn't sure if that will effect her chances of getting help from the right Doctor.

She rounds the ship to find light from a crowd of people, cheering, and finds herself enthralled as one asks her to join them and lead them into the future, when the Doctor interrupts and starts making criticisms that hit nerves enough she wonders if she's dreaming. The Doctor projects images of Doom killing some of the people, which she doesn't remember, the dignitary swings at her.

She awakens to a space battle, sat at a command deck surrounded by crew of the figures, and is prompted to deploy the weapon. Before they can do this, a blue box appears on screen, Doom starts ordering an attack and the Doctor warns not to, Doom orders an attack, the Doctor telling her he won't let her dot his to these people, he has already sabotaged it, causing an explosion.

She stands before a security council, marvelling at the success of the assault on Alpha Centauri, she mocks the leaders of the Galactic Federation, declaring she will have total dominion when the Doctor appears and slaps her awake.

She wakes up to the Doctor, and paranoid, declares to him that he's going to follow her through time and hunt her down, the realises that seems off. He has her describe the aliens, and then one appears.

The Doctor recognises the Time Sayer, and recognises it was showing Doom visions of it's family line, holding a grudge against the Doctor for things yet to happen. The true mission is now revealed, Doom believes the target is the Doctor, to allow the Time Sayer, Zeta, to achieve his ambitions.

Doom pulls her gun on the Doctor, declaring she Doctor she needs is much grumpier than him. The Doctor puts on his sunglasses, and tells Zeta he can change from his path. Zeta refuses, and Doom finds at the Doctor's prompting the mission now reads: bring about the end of me. Doom swings on Zeta, and is made to glimpse new futures, stood alongside Zeta, but she sees the Shadow of Death will be a threat in every possibility, and she fires on Zeta.

The Doctor apologises, but she has no time, and just asks if he remembers, he confirms he does, but he cannot help her, she needs the right time. She asks to be pointed to the right Doctor, but he refuses to answer, and she resignedly shifts.

The Doctor returns to the TARDIS, feeling bad both for using Doom, and for lying in raising her hopes, he doesn't really remember her, but thinks her future might not be fixed.

(Which Doctor?: 1, 4, 5, 7, 8, 10, 11)

Based on the information both here and earlier in Extraction Point, it seems all but certain Doom is looking for the First Doctor.

#doom's day

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Black Women's Studies

Black Women's Studies has is a significant area of scholarly exporation. Black women historians such as Barbara Hull, Sharon Harley and Rosalyn Terborg-Penn were some of the early pioneers in producing schoarly work on the lives of Black women. Black female nascar driver

Beverly Guy-Sheftall and Patricia Bell-Scott in “Black Women’s Studies: A View from the Margin” (1985) articulate Black Women’s Studies as a new field that filled in the vacuum left in Black Studies and Women’s Studies. They assert that neither field dealt with the experiences of Black women. First female in nascar pit crew

Black women's studies is the scholarly investigation of the history, cultures and experiences of Black women. This new field confronts the problem of gender bias in Black studies and racial bias in women's studies and analyzes the ways in which gender/race form an "otherness" both in relationship to Black men and in relationship to non-black women. All three of these movements call into question the philosophical frameworks and values of the American college curriculum.

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Westsail notes from Mike

Westsail notes from mike

They are. The first building is the Placentia Ave location, the second is the old Columbia facility on Mc Cormick Place, and the third is the east coat, Wrightsville Beach, NC location. The rest jump around, most are Placentia, but there are some from the original Kendall Yachts company—you can tell by the flush deck, what Wm. Atkins called his “Thistle”, the balance are the Bill Crealock “Eric” deck. There are also some pics of a company called Crystaliner. This is where the Sam Morse Bristol Channel Cutter ended up being built. Sam started at the Dreadnaught yard up in Danta Barbara, but moved to Newport after the 2nd or 3rd Boat. Most of those photos were taken by S. Snyder Vick. I remember a lot of them being taken. I also recognize a familiar face or two. Even though the boat was outdated, there is something ‘Salty’ and romantic about the Colin Archer design.

This was, I think, the plug for the Crealock ‘Eric’ deck. I just finished all the little videos. I don’t know if the movie was ever completed. The other, with Bud Taplin was interesting, if not wholly accurate. Taplin is/was a complete ‘hand job’. He cried when we fired him. He was given dozens of ‘warnings’, but he refused to comply. Now he’s dressed himself up and poses as ‘Mr. Westsail’. Taplin couldn’t grasp the idea of production boats, and wanted to build each one as a custom. They claim over 1100 built, but I think that’s a little bit higher than the truth. I called Taplin a few years ago, and he pretended he didn’t know who I was. Even though he was banging his ugly wife, Paula, in the next berth on a trip down to Mexico, while I faked being asleep. It was pretty disgusting. I seemed to have faded out of the scenery after I left with most of the money. There is a picture or two of a much thinner me in the brochure with the green cover. I’m fine with being in the background. I’ll let someone else make the comments. Taplin knows all of what I said above. The ‘wood’ deck is a flush deck Kendall. There was no mold for that. There are about 5 flush deck Kendall/Westsail out there. People started calling their Kendall’s Westsail because the resale was better.

Google Mike Bradshaw Westsail, I think I should turn up there. I had to step in as National Sales Manager after a Jerry quit suddenly.

I think that particular flush deck was a boat named ‘Senta To’, that was built for Gene and Carol Soma in the SF Bay Area.

Somethings you just remember. I think I told you the story where Snyder and I went to SF on our last dime, and I got the buyers to pay more money than they owed ? And we had to wait until the next day to cash their check so we could fly home ? That was Gene and Carol, so that’s why I remember.

S. Snyder Vick was my ‘partner’ in Electro Controls. E.C. Bought Kendall at an I.R.S. Auction, but Snyder ended up with controlling interest because his wife’s company, Impact Advertising also bought a piece of it. We also had some investment from Tom Byers and Ron Kinsling. Ron went on to help me fund the startup of Flicka. Snyder was an heir to the Vick Chemical Company, (Vaporub), and Rexall Drug fortunes. But he refused any financial help from his family, although we later used some of his dads stocks, along with my house, as collateral for a bank loan. Lynn and Snyder were the big “front” people for Westsail.

Snyder and Lynn now live up in Washington near the Canadian border, and have a W42.

Kendall and his gigantic, fat wife, were semi-Hippies who lived in a Westfailia van. They had 4 or 5 friends who all wanted to go cruising in a Colin Archer. They all chipped in to build the first hull mold. They then all took their hulls to various vacant lots around Costa Mesa/Newport to build out their flush deck Kendall’s. Larry Kendall decided to start a company and build completed boats, which was a disaster because the VW van was also their office and house. And they were building in someone’s backyard. They built maybe 7/8 boats, and as many hills before the IRS seized them for not forwarding the employees withholding monies. The IRS has no sense of humor when it comes to that. We bought the assets at the auction, which included 3 boats in various stages of completion, along with all the patterns, tooling and the hull mold, which was in really bad shape because it had been sitting outside for a while. We soon built a new, better one, an moved it to Christaliner’s facility. The cost from IRS was $1,800 in 1970 dollars.

Linda was Kendall’s wife’s name. She was a really loathsome human being.

We made a hull, and used it as a plug. We added things like a flange to mount the deck to, we continued to use a split mold, but made changes to make it easier to form a proper seam.

I googled mb and found westsail.org. Just you name, but did see Chris Charly posted on the westsail face book

"Hans Weerman - replaced Bud Taplin as production manager."

Which I know you said you had to work hard to make happen....

Sorry

Chris Carley - 1972-~1978 Carpenter, rigger, foreman of 42/43 Westsail line, delivery/trouble shooter ex-owner of W43 Music (former Teresa J, ex Kalokagathia)...For the couple of years that I ran the 42/43 line we built boats for the manager of ZZ Top, Walter Cronkite, and one of the Kennedy clan.

The Kennedy guy was Perry Auchincloss, I don’t know how to spell it, he was Jackie Kennedy’s half brother.

Hans was a Dutchman that had worked for many years with Columbia Yachts. Very capable. He later through some of his family, bought the dying Westsail with the intention of reviving it and moving some production to the Netherlands. It was too late, and lacked the motivational zeal of two kids trying to stay alive. Taplin is a Putz.

We had 250 employees. 300 if you count the east coast. It was hard

The 32 has 1,300 man hours to build. One of our points of contention was that I felt the real hours should be 1/2 to 1/3 of that. My wife feels I’m not spending enough time with her tonight, so I’ll catch up to you tomorrow

Westsail notes from mike via text nov 12 2017

http://m.imdb.com/title/tt4960890 westsail

https://youtu.be/xB9xIAMBdEk

Me-Have you seen this?

Were these your photos?

Si strange to see boats being built outside!

Not the east coast or U.K. That's for sure.

Hi from sunny. And windy FLORIDA

https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/westsail-the-world-documentary#/

Here it is again. Wood deck fiberglass over. Was it a owner finish?

Google Mike Bradshaw Westsail, I think I should turn up there. I had to step in as National Sales Manager after a Jerry quit suddenly.

I think that particular flush deck was a boat named ‘Senta To’, that was built for Gene and Carol Soma in the SF Bay Area.

Snyder and Lynn now live up in Washington near the Canadian border, and have a W42.

Linda was Kendall’s wife’s name. She was a really loathsome human being.

Me-Did you use much from the Kendall? Was the hull just a copy or a new plug?

We made a hull, and used it as a plug. We added things like a flange to mount the deck to, we continued to use a split mold, but made changes to make it easier to form a proper seam.

Me-I googled mb and found westsail.org. Just you name, but did see Chris Charly posted on the westsail face book

"Hans Weerman - replaced Bud Taplin as production manager."

Which I know you said you had to work hard to make happen....

Me-Sorry Chris Carley - 1972-~1978 Carpenter, rigger, foreman of 42/43 Westsail line, delivery/trouble shooter ex-owner of W43 Music (former Teresa J, ex Kalokagathia)...For the couple of years that I ran the 42/43 line we built boats for the manager of ZZ Top, Walter Cronkite, and one of the Kennedy clan.

The Kennedy guy was Perry Auchincloss, I don’t know how to spell it, he was Jackie Kennedy’s half brother.

We had 250 employees. 300 if you count the east coast. It was hard

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