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THE CRYSTAL HORDE by John Taine [aka Eric Temple Bell] (Reading, PA: Fantasy Press, 1952) Cover by Hannes Bok.
Published in an edition of 2,328 copies, the novel is a science horror story that involves silicon crystalline lifeforms threatening to overwhelm carbon life on Earth. It was substantially rewritten from a version that originally appeared in the magazine Amazing Stories Quarterly in 1930 under the title White Lily.
Amazing Stories Quarterly, Winter 1930. Cover by H. Wesso.
WHITE LILY by John Taine. Illustrated by H. Wesso
“The Astounding Enemy” by Louise Rice & Tonjoroff-Roberts. Illustrated by Leo Morey
“Tani of Ekkis” by Aladra Septama. Illustrated by H. Wesso [Severus Masonby]
“Dirigibles of Death” by A. Hyatt Verrill. Illustrated by Leo Morey
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Mathematics Man, E. T. Bell
Our header picture of E. T. Bell is from the Constance Reid biography on him, taken when he was a freshman at Stanford, then a free college.
Bell was born February 7, 1883, Aberdeen, Aberdeenshire, Scotland and died December 21, 1960, Watsonville, Santa Cruz County, California. He emigrated to the United States in 1902 at the age of 19 and immediately enrolled at Stanford University, Palo Alto,…
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What kinds of Queens/rulers do I think the Disney Princesses may become
. Snow White : Definitely one of those rulers thar have immense popularity with the public, and also committed into campaigning against fantasy racism, and also becomes a patron for churches and orphanages
. Cinderella : Becomes immensely popular with the public, and becomes skilled in diplomacy and patronage of churches, orphanages and art related establishments
. Aurora : Similarly with Snow White and Cinderella's case, and also boosting diplomacy ties between faerie and mortal Realms around her
. Ariel : Defo boosting diplomatic tirs between Atlantica and her and Prince Eric's Island Duchy....and also becomes a patronage for music and arts
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. Belle : Definitely commits to improving rural areas and encourage literacy and education in women and rural areas. She also defo committed to diplomacy and patronage of libraries and arts
. Jasmine : Similar case wirh Hurrem Sultan, Lucrezia Borgia and Cleopatra VII. Jasmine defo also goes for the ' I can sword fight, but I don't have to ' similarly with Padme Amidala. She also defo do patronage of culture and the arts, and orphanages and Mosques, and she defo be often using her strategy and scheming skills and her charisma to her advantage
. Mulan : She technically becomes a Princess after marrying with Shang. However, as she becomes a Princess after marrying into the Northern Wei Imperial Household, she basically handles with diplomacy and at times military related matters, and works to boost women's literacy and such and Imperial defense related matters
. Pocahontas : She technically intermarried to English nobility sometime after she and John Smith first meet in person. However, she basically does boost the activism for the indigenous peoples, helps with British - American diplomacy related matters, and does patronage of nature reserves
. Kida : Defo becomes committed to rebuilding and preserving Atlantis and Mayan culture, becomes a patronage for museums and orphanages and temples, and at times leads fleets to battle
. Maid Marian : As she and Robin Hood eventually becomes a Baron and Baroness of Sherwood, Maid Marian becomes a patron for orphanages, the arts and churches, and committed to diplomacy and defending her Barony state
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. Elsa : Defo be a more diplomatic and strategy geared ruler. Also an ' I can swore fight, yet I don't gave to ' cases. Committed to patronage of the arts and cultures, ans churches ans orphanages. And boosting literacy of women and children
. Anna : Similar xase with Elsa ans also focuses on boosting harvest related matters in Arendelle. She and Kristoff often be strategizing together and planning events together
. Malina : She also is one of those ' I can sword fight, but I dont have to. ' cases. As she becomes an Empress of Incan Empire, she is committed into boosted diplomacy and trade within the Incan Empire ans beyond. Oh, and often be scheming and strategizing together with Kuzco
. Merida : Becomes a more battle geared queen similarly with the case of Queen Hippolyta and Queen Gorgo of Sparta. Aside from leasing fleets to battle at times, she is also committed to diplomacy and cultural patronages. So basically a mix of her parents' ruling styles
. Rapunzel : Becomes a more trade and cultural geared ruler. Also an ' I can sword fight, yet I don't have to ' case. Committed to patronage of arts and orphanages and churches. Also enjoys handling diplomatic related matters
. Tiana : Even though Naveen abdicated from his Pfincely title, he and Tiana are still considered members of the Maldonian Royal Household. Aside from running her restaurant enterprises, she becomes committed to diplomacy, cultural patronage and basically becomes an advocate for anti segregation.
. Moana : Also one of those ' I can sword fight, yet I don't have to ' cases. As becoming a tribal chieftess, she is committed to the trade and agricultural related matters, and passionate about diplomacy and seafaring. Oh and she defo be onto patronage of arts and cultures
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#disney princesses#snow white#cinderella#aurora#ariel#belle#pocahontas#jasmine#maid marian#elsa#anna frozen#malina#kida#tiana#rapunzel#merida#moana
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what are your OCs favorite holiday traditions?
Siv: Used to go ice skating every year with their dad, actually got really good at it
Jay: Baking cookies
Cassandra: Would go with her dads to see The Nutcracker every year
Hailey: Giving mince pies to the elderly people of the village she grew up in
Arya: Hiding in the woods and dumping massive amounts of snow onto small children
Esme: Volunteering with a toy drive for low-income kids
Gina: Singing in the Christmas concert
Ember: Dressing up as an elf and doing a lipsync with "All I Want For Christmas is You"
Cat: Helping to do the makeup for her church's Christmas pageant
Kyle: Doing an excessive light display
Max: Letting Cat use his cat in place of an actual baby for Baby Jesus in her church's Christmas pageant so he can laugh at it squirming in the poor kid's arms and eventually escaping and clawing some old lady bc he is CHAOTIC af
Eric: Taking his kids to see The Nutcracker
Jacob: Inevitably falling to what would be his death if he didn't have magic while putting up lights
Khalil: Meeting up with the rest of the coven to celebrate the Solstice
Antonio: Going to mass and getting to stay up until midnight
Ameerah: The airing of the grievances (yes, she does in fact celebrate Festivus)
Meredith: Cooking with her adoptive family
Rania: Getting together with her family and dancing together
Reggie: Building snow forts and snowmen with her parents and granddads
Director Hawke: Decorating her office IMMACULATELY. Not a speck of dust, or the tiniest item out of place.
Kelsie: Making rangoli and displaying it in front of her house
Pippa: Decorating Christmas trees
Onnie: Getting gifts from her "business partners" bc they're all terrified of her
Jessi: Hanging up evergreen boughs and leaving offerings for her Gods
Hyun-Ki: Spending time with his family and cooking Japchae
Qiara: Does not celebrate any Earth Holidays
Marie: Going to hear the bells at the temple she grew up near rung on New Year's Eve
Liah: Dressing up with her sister to go to the masjid with her family
Soraya: Giving gifts to her family and her community
Aldrich: Going caroling
Samira: Doing Henna with her mother for Eid
Sohelia: Inviting Matt over for the Iftar (fast-breaking) meal during Ramadan
Vanessa: Dressing her gecko in a Santa Claus costume
Matt: Inviting Sohelia over for latkes because they have a special bond as the only non-Christians at the Roanoke Hunters' camp.
Dolores: Making tamales for her sisters' families
Victorie: Setting up the Nativity scene with her family
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Young King Eric of Westhart was surprised when waking that morning, well, at least before noon that day, which was early for him. To find that it seemed someone had left him two gifts—an odd-looking little piece of art and a hand mirror.
“Not my birthday,” thought Eric, “perhaps the fools in this kingdom are at last realizing how lucky they are to have me as their sovereign, but why these two items?”
Eric picked up the mirror and looked at himself, taking in the visage of the new king that some were already calling Eric the Bloody due to his having made his first act on taking the thrown the slaughter of all the wizards, witches, and other magic user types in Westhart.
Followed by all the nobles who opposed this and the imprisonment of his sister Princess Bellis, known among the people as the Enchanted Daisy.
Eric knew that she was too beloved to be gotten rid of, so he had arranged to have her married off to one of the Northern Barbarian kings he wished to ally with. “Once she’s had a half dozen or so hairy little wolfling spawn with Grudark the Fierce, she’ll perhaps loose some of her haughty ways. I would make a far better ruler than you, she said! His grizzly majesty Grudark will no doubt keep you too busy for those sorts of thoughts.”
That was when the odd little art object sounded like a temple bell, and a wave of dizziness washed over Eric.
When he recovered, he found himself still looking into the mirror, only now he saw not himself but his sister.
Dropping the glass, he looked around and saw that somehow he was no longer in his chambers but in the suit he had Bellis locked away in, in the north. He was now locked there and in the body of the Daisy of Westheart!
“Damn it!” thought Eric. “I didn’t get rid of all the damned magic users, and they’ve piloted with Bellis to do me in!” “We’ll see about that; I will explain what has happened to Grudark; I’ve heard he hates their ilk as much as I do; he will then help me get back… back into me.”
And that might have happened if Grudark of the Wolf Clans of Shardmeria ever bothered to listen to anything a woman ever said, or for that matter spoke a word of the Common Speak of Westheart, not that he planned on doing a lot of talking with Princess Bellis when he took her home to his Forrest keep the following morrow.
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Birthdays 2.7
Beer Birthdays
Susannah Oland (1818)
George Wiedemann (1833)
Morton Coutts (1904)
John Hickenlooper (1962)
Jeff O'Neil (1974)
Tom Acitelli (1977)
Five Favorite Birthdays
Charles Dickens; writer (1812)
Sinclair Lewis; writer (1885)
Thomas More; writer (1478)
Pete Postlethwaite; actor (1945)
Chris Rock; comedian, actor (1966)
Famous Birthdays
Alfred Adler; psychologist (1880)
Eric Temple Bell; Scotish mathematician (1883)
Eubie Blake; jazz musician, songwriter (1883)
Oscar Brand; folk singer (1920)
Garth Brooks; country singer (1962)
Buster Crabbe; swimmer, actor (1908)
John Deere; farm machinery manufacturer (1804)
Frederick Douglass; writer, abolitionist (1817)
Joe English; rock musician (1949)
Miguel Ferrer; actor (1955)
Jason Gedrick; actor (1965)
Godfrey Hardy; mathematician (1877)
Bill Hoest; cartoonist (1926)
Eddie Izzard; comedian (1962)
Earl King; singer, songwriter (1934)
Ashton Kutcher; actor (1978)
Bernard Maybeck; architect (1862)
Emo Philips; comedian (1956)
James Spader; actor (1960)
Gay Talese; writer (1932)
Laura Ingalls Wilder; writer (1867)
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The Name That Must Not Be Named (TW: Suicide, SA, VA) by Lady Macabre Beth
PROLOGUE
1979
"Out, damned spot! Out I say!—One: two: why, then, 'tis time to do't.—" An actress recites the lines of Lady Macbeth while the director, Sir Gregory, gulps his throat at the echo of the words. Thankfully, the audience focused on the new rising actress at the university. Otherwise, they would've noticed his Adam's apple enlarged than usual, which he then hid faintly with his scarf. He glanced to the right, and thankfully, the eyes of the audience gazed at no one but the new muse. He peeked to the left, and all eyes were on her—his new star.
"To bed, to bed! There's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed—" Suddenly, the audiences start screaming. As the actress gazes up, she sees a woman with long black hair wearing a distressed white gown gasping for her last breaths. Around her neck was a rope tied onto the battens of the theater. The blood from the woman's neck dripped on the actress's forehead, which led her to scream and run backstage. The audience started leaping from their seats and finding their way to the exit. And at the orchestra, a bunch of audiences draped with bell bottoms, long black hairs parted in the middle, climbed their way out of the seats. It was the night that changed the spirit of that theater.
PRESENT
2015
"So that's Marina, right?—"
"Shhh! You can't say her name, especially inside the theater." Candice, the sophomore, warns Laurence, the freshman.
"Oh, sorry. Why not?"
"Call her M only. It's a long story. People have reported seeing her ghost whenever they say her name. So it's best to call her M if you don't want her spirit to haunt you."
"Oh, okay—"
"Alright, freshies! Settle down, please. We will now enter the theater." Sir Eric beckons the students inside. "There's no going back once you enter the premises. Remember that." He warns the students. With hesitance, the students follow after him. Upon entering, a statue with his mouth gaped wide was carved onto the center of the proscenium wall. His expression was furious, like a dragon about to devour the audience. Inscribed below him is the word—liber pater. On the right side of the proscenium wall, there were carved grapes, and on the left, a goblet with wine. The students couldn't help but gaze at it with marvel and fear. And finally, they settled into their seats after.
Sir Eric clears his throat. "This will be your home for the next four years! Or less than that if you don't make it far. So treat it as if you would treat a temple. The theater is your church—your new religion." He gazes at the statue, and his eyes suddenly dilate at the sight of it. With vigor, he points at it. "Do you know who that is?"
"Me, Sir!" Laurence raises his hand.
"Yes, you." Sir Eric beckons him.
"That is Dionysus—"
"Correct. Or also known as Bacchus—the god of theatre, wine, ecstasy, ritual madness, and insanity." He takes a sip from his bottled water and then gazes at the statue with his eyes glistening at its sight. "You see, it is only in the theater where we can perform taboo things in a way that is still socially accepted. The most immoral and darkest sins you desire to commit—you can do on stage without the burden of it counted as a sin in your regular life. It's all pretend, and we'll never be accountable for the barbarism that—"
"I'm sorry I'm late." A faint voice comes from behind the audience seat. The students turn their head and sees a girl with pale skin and bright russet brown eyes that glowed in the darkness. On the front seat, Dani, a curly haired sophomore, nudges Belle. "I bet she's elitist." Dani whispers. Belle giggles as she chews her gum. "I bet she doesn't know how to sweep the floor. I'll make her clean it 'til she cries." They both giggle.
"Okay, take a seat. But please don't be late next time." The latecomer sits. "Now, where was I? Right. In your daily lives, you are stiff Apollonians. But in the theater, this is where you can strip your mask off and reveal your true chaotic nature. It is here where madness resides in the night! Anyways, enough of that dramatic intro." He takes a gulp of his bottled water. "You, latecomer. What is your name?" Sir Eric asks.
"I'm Holly. Holly Johnson." She responds.
"Ah. You. I know your father. You're the daughter of Dean Johnson?"
"Yes."
"Ah. I bet you don't know how to sweep the floor?" He asks while Dani and Belle giggle. "Rich bitch." Dani whispers. "Who's Dean Johnson?" Belle asks. "Isn't he like a well-known acrobat? I know he's like based in Russia." Dani responds. "Oh, I bet she just got here because of nepotism—"
"Sir, why would you assume I don't know how to sweep the floor? Just because I come from a privileged background doesn't mean I don't know how to clean or do chores. We should stop looking at things as black and white—" The students start clapping.
"Damn." Laurence whispers.
"I love her!" Candice whispers back to Laurence.
"She kinda reminds me of you." He responds.
"That's hot of her to speak up!" Kim butts in.
Sir Eric clears his throat. "Okay. Hold up. Relax. I was asking. There's no need for you to be so aggressive and defensive. Remember, you're the daughter of Dean Johnson. You must set as a good example." Dani and Belle giggle.
Finally, the orientation ends, and Holly bumps into Candice. "Hi! I'm Candice." She extends her hand to Holly. "Hi, I'm Holly. Nice meeting you!" She smiles. "I like what you did in there." Candice smiles at Holly in the aisle while Sir Eric passes by, brushing his arms at Candice.
"Okay, guys! Come forward!" Dani and Belle beckon the students. They move forward towards the sophomores. "Okay, so we will be your heads in the production, along with Candice. Where is she?" Dani gazes at the exit and finds Candice standing beside Sir Eric. "Whore." Belle mumbles. "Anyways, okay, let's start. So we have a bunch of rules here in the theater. All late comers will drink a late shake as a punishment. Except for today. Today is an exception since it's just orientation." Dani glares at Holly. "And remember that here in theatre, you will start from scratch and your achievements from kinder until high school won't count. Think of it as if you're reborn—as if you're nothing—a blank slate. You're a nobody here until you make a name for yourself. Okay?"
"Okay." The students respond.
The next day approaches, and the students gather in a circle on stage. Thankfully, Holly was early. However, one person went in late. It was Tia—a classmate of Holly's since high school. "You! Your late! Come here!" Dani beckons Tia. On the center of the stage, Belle pours coke into a plastic cup, then ketchup, gin, water, chocolate, and coffee mixed in one. "Drink this." Belle hands over the cup to Tia. "Prove to us that you belong here."
"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" The students chant. Tia takes a deep gulp from her throat and slowly grabs the cup. She squints her eyes as she sips the drink. And finally, she finishes and everyone cheers except for Laurence and Holly. "Excuse me, I need to go to the comfort room." Tia excuses herself. Holly gazes at her. "Excuse me, me too." Holly excuses herself.
In the comfort room, Tia gags at the toilet bowl. "Tia? Are you alright?" Holly asks. Tia purges the late shake on the toilet. Finally, she wipes her mouth, but it still has bits of the vomit. Tia goes to the sink, but there's no water. She tries the others, but there's none too. "Here." Holly hands over some tissues. "Thanks." Tia responds. "I didn't like what they did to you." Holly utters. Tears start flowing from Tia's eyes. "It's not like this in the corporate world. Bosses don't do that because they're professional. My Mom is going to get angry when she finds out—"
"Shhh! Come here." Holly offers a hug. Afterward, they head to the 2nd orientation.
"Okay, so I want to inform you all that sponsorships for this play is required. You all need to ask your friends, family, and schoolmates for money to fund this play. The company doesn't have much money. So if you love theatre—do this. Prove your love, devotion, commitment, and passion by doing so!" Dani commands the new students. "You can do this by contacting people you know around the campus to ask or contact companies or brands willing to sponsor cash or in-kind. Preferably, the in-kind should be items usable as props. You may use the telephone at the office. That would be your first task to prove us you're worthy in this company." Belle adds.
Finally, the students exit the theater to begin on their first task. Holly walks towards an empty hallway to contact her Mom on the phone until she sees Candice approaching her direction. Her once bright aura dimmed into something of a murky shade. Holly noticed bruises on her face, arms, and legs. Her hair was disheveled too. "Hey, Candice. Are you alright? What happened?" Candice covers her bruises. "I-I-I was—" Tears start pouring from her eyes. "He-he-he took it too far. No one will believe me. He's too powerful. They'll call me a slut—"
"Shhh. I believe in you." Holly gives her a hug while Candice mourns on her shoulder. "You believe me?" With bloodshot eyes, she gazes at Holly. "Yes. You should report him."
"No one will believe me. Look at the way I dress. They'll say it was my fault—"
"They'll believe you. Look at the bruises on your body. You have evidence. And the next time it happens, secretly record it on your phone." Holly suggests.
At the office, Laurence enters with hesitance. He sees Sir Gregory sitting on the sofa with his cigar resting on the ashtray. Laurence clears his throat. "S-s-sir Gregory. I-i-it's great to meet you." He extends his arm. Sir Gregory doesn't shake it and browses through a script. "I-I-I'll be taking calls for sponsorship. May I use the—"
Sir Gregory finally shuts the script close and browses at Laurence from head to toe. "Perfect. Call Miss Esmeralda McFarlane for sponsorship." Sir Gregory hands over a strip of paper with a number. With hesitance, Laurence grabs it. "B-b-but Sir, isn't she the daughter of the late dictator—"
"Do as I say. Pronto!" Sir Gregory exclaims.
"O-okay, Sir." With trembling hands, Laurence starts dialing the number. "H-hello—"
"Oh, and don't forget to invite her." Sir Gregory takes a puff of his cigar. "Yes, Sir." Laurence nods his head.
Outside the office, a lady draped with jaguar printed pants, a white blouse, pearl necklace, black Prada hand bag, and nude pumps knocks on the glass door. The Manager, Gary, opens the doors. "How may I help you, Ma'am?" The Manager asks. "Hi, I'm Holly's Mother. She's one of the new students, and she called me earlier to say that your company is looking for sponsorships for the play?" She grins. "Yes! Yes, come on in." She remits the money, and afterward, Gary shuts the door close.
"Hey, Papa Greg!" Gary beckons Sir Gregory. "What—you hairless hag?" Sir Gregory responds as he flips the pages of the script. "Look what we have!" He flashes the money. "Perfect! Keep that to yourself. Besides, we have money coming from Esmeralda. She never fails to donate." He chuckles while Gary grins as he hides the stash of cash on his drawer. From the glass door outside, Kim catches a glimpse of them laughing as they keep the money. She enters and lines up behind Laurence at the telephone booth. "Fuck her Mom—dumb ass bitch." Gary chuckles. "Money for me!" They giggle while Kim pretends not to hear.
The following day, the students approach the theater with shock as they see police men gathered outside. As the door opens, two police men bring Sir Eric out with handcuffs on his hands. "Justice works, after all." Holly mumbles. "What happened?" Tia asks. "Sir Eric coerced—"
"Candice." Tia cuts her.
"Yes. How did you know?" Holly asks.
"I'm not stupid. I see how Sir Eric brushed his arms against her." Tia mumbles.
"She's such a slut, right?" Belle cuts. "Well, that's what she gets for being a whore. But oh no, I'm going to miss Sir Eric. What a pity! It's her fault they're firing our favorite professor. Whore." Tia and Holly silently look at each other. "I bet she did it for the grades." Dani adds. "Oh bitch, I wouldn't be surprised." Belle and Dani giggles. "Let's go." Holly beckons Tia.
"Hey Holly." Kim approaches her. "Hey, what's up, Kim?" Holly responds. "Hey, don't get mad, but I overheard this from the office." Kim looks down as she fumbles her fingers. "Uh huh?"
"Okay, so your Mom donated for sponsorship, right?"
"Yep." Holly responds.
"Okay, so after that, they hid the cash under the table. Sir Gregory said that Sir Gary can keep the cash as extra money since Esmeralda McFarlane is funding the whole play." Kim explains while Holly clenches her fist. "Lastly, I heard them call your Mom a dumb ass bitch." Kim breathes while Holly doesn't respond. "I'm sorry, but I think you deserve to know."
"Thanks for telling me, Kim. One sec, give me time alone." Holly's voice cracks as she responds.
"Where are you going?" Tia and Kim asks.
"The bathroom." Holly approaches the comfort room with her clenched fists shaking. She shuts a cubicle door and starts banging it with her hands. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You don't say that to my Mom! You don't disrespect her like that! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She bangs on the cubicle door until the hinges come loose. The door falls on the toilet as she heads to the sink. She spreads her arms on the sink and slowly gazes at her reflection with bloodshot eyes. Suddenly, the comfort room is silent except for her breath echoing. And then she smashes the mirror with her right arm. "Fuck!" The glasses shatter into pieces. A tiny portion of it cuts into her right arm.
"Oh dear! Oh dear!" A professor enters. It was Professor Barbara. "Oh no sweetie. Your arm!" She approaches Holly, whose face has turned red from all the rage and bleeding arm. "What happened dear?"
"I-I-I already donated money, but it wasn't enough to please them." Holly sobs. "Oh dear, let me tell you. The truth about life is that you can't please everyone, no matter how hard you try. The least you can do is know that you did your best. Alright?" Professor Barbara utters as she washes Holly's right arm on the sink. "I-I-I'm so sorry for the mirror. I couldn't help—"
"Oh, sweetie, never apologize for what you feel, okay?" She strokes Holly's hair on the side. "Don't seek approval of your worth from them, okay? I know you're smart and got in this program for a reason. Remember that. So chin up and never let that crown fall." Professor Barbara gives her a hug.
The following day, Laurence and Tia walked towards the steps of the university. At the steps, Dani and Belle were giving out flyers for their feminist organization, Pink Youth. "Join Pink Youth, where women support women!" Dani and Belle hands out a flyer to Laurence and Tia. Upon walking forward, Laurence rolls his eyes. "How could they claim themselves as feminists when they didn't support Candice's side?"
"You're right." Tia responds. "Instead, they slut-shamed her. Sick." Tia's eyes augment. "Fake hypocrites." Laurence utters. "Where's Holly?" He asks. "She's still at the clinic, I think." Tia responds. "Ah."
As Laurence and Tia enter the theater, they get surprised by the appearance of Esmeralda McFarlane. "What the hell is she doing here? Isn't she the daughter of the dictator?" Tia utters. "Yep." Laurence gulps while the rest of the campus talk in whispers upon seeing her. "Nasty." Tia whispers. "True." Laurence replies while he fidgets his arms behind his back. "One moment, I'll be right back." Laurence heads to the bathroom. "Sure, I'll just be here."
In the bathroom, Laurence drops on his knees and starts purging what he's eaten for breakfast. Outside the theater, Holly finally arrives. "You're here. How are you feeling?" Tia asks. "Much better." Holly responds. "You know me—I'll never give up." Holly wipes the tears from her face. "You ready for acting class?" Tia asks. "Bring it on."
"Okay, let's start with Athena!" Sir Gregory beckons the first student on stage. "Okay, recite Juliet Capulet's monologue in Act 2 Scene 2. And scene!"
"O Romeo! Romeo! Wherefore art though Romeo—"
"Cut! I can't hear you! Project your voice! Louder!"
"O Romeo! Romeo! Where—" Athena repeats.
"Again! Your voice is so soft!"
"O Romeo—"
"Stop! You're wasting my time here. You won't make it far with that mouse of a voice you have! Out! Get out of my stage! Next, please!" Sir Gregory yells. Athena exits the stage and then out of the theater. As she walks in the hallway, tears start pouring from her eyes. She bumps into Candice, who has finally returned on campus. Candice gazes at Athena with worry.
Backstage, Laurence puts his makeup on his dresser. Candice arrives with her bruises covered with concealer. On her arms was a Ouija board. "Hey, Candice! How're you doing? You're back!"
"Uh huh." Candice gives Laurence a hug. "Who's next?"
"Kim, I think." Laurence responds as he strokes the blush on his cheeks. "Okay. By the way, I ran into Athena earlier. She had a black aura around her—"
"Oh you and your superstitious self! Anyways, what's with the Ouija board?" Laurence asks while he glides the lipstick on his lips. "I'll tell you later."
Kim enters the stage with her hands fidgeting. "You, chinky eyed woman." Sir Gregory points at her with a knife. "Do as I say." Kim nods her head as she looks on the floor. "I want you to reinact your first menstruation." The students look at each other and whisper in silence. Little by little, Kim starts touching her abdomen and making painful sounds. "Louder!" Sir Gregory yells. Kim lets out a loud moan. "Okay, next, I want you to pull your panty down and show us the blood." Hesitant, Kim slowly rolls her pants down. "Faster! Show me! Show us! What are you waiting for?" He yells. She pulls her pants down and touches the edge of her underwear hesitantly. "Pull it down! Do as I say, or I will stab you with this!" He gesticulates with his knife. Suddenly, the theater went quiet, and the only thing that echoed was Kim's breath. She started pulling it down while she consciously stared at Holly. "Why are you staring at her? Are you lesbian?"
"Y-y-yes, Sir. I'm lesbian." Kim responds. "Okay, you're done. Next!" Sir Gregory yells as Kim runs backstage. Holly finally entered the stage while Sir Gregory beckoned some male ensemble to join. "Okay, for this one, I want you to reinact Marquis De Sade's 120 Days of Sodom but in movement." Little by little, the male ensemble form a semi-circle behind her, and they start touching her body. Holly fakes a moan. The ensemble slowly remove her clothes except for her bra and underwear. They start kissing her all over. Something about this strangely empowered Holly. She wanted to win over her professor's approval so bad. "Yes, come on! Sell it to me! Sell yourself! You're a whore, right?"
"No, Sir—I'm not a whore."
"Yes, you are. We all are. Everyone dies a whore! In theatre—we sell ourselves for approval. Not just in theatre but everywhere! We are all whores because we sell ourselves to get approval by people. So give that your all because you're a whore!" Sir Gregory puffs into his cigar. "Come on now, make me turn straight."
The ensemble tie Holly's arms in a pole. One of them pours a candle wax on her skin as she moans. "Perfect." Sir Gregory mumbles. "Okay, next!"
Holly runs backstage and pants. "Who would've thought my first BDSM experience would be on stage and in front of people?" She laughs. "No, Holly. That was very degrading." Candice replies. "I didn't like that either." Laurence adds. "Fuck, the candle wax is stuck on my skin!" Holly exclaims. "Here, let me help you out." Tia approaches as she tries to peal the wax. Bits of Holly's body hair gets removed as the wax gets peeled. She screeches from the pain. "Laurence, you're next."
Laurence heads to the center stage. "I want you to pantomime a blowjob! Down on your knees!" Hesitantly, Laurence gets on his knees and starts pantomiming. After a minute, Laurence tries to get up as he slowly feels pain from kneeling down. "Stay on your knees!"
"Yes, Sir." Laurence responds as he stays for 7 minutes more in that position. When he finished, he ran backstage and headed to his dresser. "I want to hire a hitman." Tears flow from Laurence's eyes as he wipes his makeup off. "I got a better idea." Candice responds.
"Let's play Ouija."
"What the hell? Why?" They all respond.
"Maybe we can get answers by conjuring spirits on why the system here is so shit!" Candice smirks.
"What has gotten into you?" Tia asks.
"Let's try. Come on."
"You know what, fuck it. I'm in. Might as well curse this goddamn exploitative place." Laurence responds.
"You know, I heard that if M likes you, she'll appear as your doppelganger, and if she hates you, she'll whisper your name and show up to you." Kim adds.
After 30 minutes, Sir Gregory finally left along with Esmeralda McFarlane. The students ran to the stage with the Ouija board. It was 10 in the evening. "Anyways, Candice, why did M commit, you know?" Laurence asks. "They say she got envious of the new younger actress who replaced her. But I don't believe in that. I know there's something more. I can feel it. Anyways, let's start." They put their hand together on the planchette. "Hello, is there anyone here?" Slowly, the planchette spells out the words, Y-E-S. "Okay, that's not funny! Guys, who moved that?" Tia asks. "Not me!" They all respond. "What's your name?" It spells out, M-A-R-I-N-A. "Fuck, guys!" Laurence screams. The lights of the theater start flickering. Suddenly, Candice starts crying and shaking. Only the whites of her pupils are showing. "Guys! What's happening to Candice?" Holly panics. "He-he-he raped me! He raped me!" Candice mumbles. "I couldn't take it anymore, so I had to end it. I needed to end my life! He destroyed my dignity!" Suddenly, the group gets quiet as they realized it wasn't Candice speaking. It was her—the name that must not be named.
Suddenly, the lights return, and Candice faints. Backstage, Belle removes her makeup while someone whispers her name. "Belle. Belle. Belle."
"Yeah, who the fuck is that? Yeah I'm here! Come here! Stop playing tricks!" She yells until she sees a reflection of a woman with pale face, blood all over her neck, and down her long white gown that seemed rusty and dried out with blood. Belle screams and runs all the way to the stage. "Fuck!" She cries on the center stage. "Belle! What happened?" Holly asks. "She-she-she showed up to me!" She gets on her knees and starts covering her eyes.
The following day, the students headed to their Shakespeare class. "Okay, who can tell me why Ophelia is depressed? Why did she end her life?" Professor Jodi Schaider sits on her table while she spreads her legs open. Holly raises her hand. "Yes, Holly?"
"I think it's because she relied her self-worth and identity on men. Thus, she feels like she's nothing or has no purpose without the men in her life."
"Interesting take." Professor Schaider replies. "You, Tia? Why are you gazing out the window? You're starting to look like Ophelia!" She spits while Laurence covers his nose from the scent of Professor Schaider's beer breath. Holly gazed at Tia and wondered why she's been so quiet ever since they entered college. She wasn't that way before. She was active and loud in high school. Not to mention, Tia was the batch valedictorian. But something changed, and it's like she'd absorb every character they'd discuss in class. And right now, she emulated Ophelia.
It's as if the theater devoured Tia ever since the orientation. The stage was the stomach, and she got swallowed by it. It tore her from limb to limb, gnawed into her flesh until she was no longer the golden child she was from high school. It rinsed the life off of her. She was reborn as nothing but an empty vessel.
"Okay, next, what about Hamlet? Do you all think he was really depressed?"
"Me!" Kim raises her hand. "Yes, Kim?"
"Hi, Ma'am. So for me, I believe that he was semi-depressed and semi-pretending."
"Okay, why would you say that?"
"I think he was depressed because Claudius killed his father and pretending for the most part. He was pretending to be out of touch. But the truth is, who contemplates to be or not to be when that is such a philosophical thing to do? Only a sane person can contemplate on the possibilities of what the unknown can bring."
"Okay, that's a good point. Care to point out what else makes you think he's pretending to be mentally ill?"
"Yes. When Hamlet plotted to stage a play that would trigger his Uncle Claudius to feel guilty and when he decided not to kill him while he was praying."
"Correct. Why?"
"Only a sane person would think of not killing someone while they're praying because they obviously know he'll go to heaven."
"Excellent!" Professor Schaider exclaims while Holly silently smirks in her seat.
At the bathroom, Dani and Belle put their makeup on. "You see what happened here in the mirror?" Dani asks. "Uh huh." Belle responds. "That was Holly's doing."
"Oh. What a pity. Holly might be depressed."
"Uh huh. Most likely. Poor rich bitch." They both giggle.
At the theater, Laurence and Holly sneak in. "Laurence, are you still planning to hire a hitman?" Holly whispers. "Oh, I wish. But I can't afford—"
"Let's kill him!"
"I'd love to! But how?"
"This!" Holly points at the arsenic. Laurence's eyes enlarge. "How?" He asks. "Well, he likes getting his food heated up. I can pour arsenic on it." She whispers. "Genius!" Laurence replies.
"Excuse me? Excuse me? Who can heat my pasta for me? Sir Gregory calls out. "Staff!"
"Sir, coming!" Holly approaches. "Dear, could you please heat my pasta for me?" Sir Gregory asks. "Sure thing, Sir." She grabs the tupperware and heads backstage. Laurence smirks at her. She was about to pour the arsenic until she covered the bottle again.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Wait, he's praying."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, look at him!" Holly whispers. "He's praying right now. He might go straight to heaven if we kill him now,"
"So you believe in heaven and hell? I thought you were an atheist?"
"No," Holly chuckles. "I'm religiously fluid. I believe in the possibility of anything, even if it's undebunked by science. What do we know about the unknown—the things that go beyond life? And if heaven and hell do exist—God forbid—let the ones who suffer in this life rest in paradise
and the ones who abuse their power burn in eternal damnation."
"So what do we do? When do we kill him?"
"Not now, I guess." She hides the bottle of arsenic on her bag. "Wait, I have a plan B! They have a reading this Friday for Henrik Ibsen's A Doll House. We can change the scripts into something of our own. That will anger him for sure." Laurence smirks at the idea.
Finally, Friday approaches. The sophomores request Laurence and Holly to mop the floors. "Sure Dani. We'll mop the floors now." Laurence responds while Holly grabs gasoline and places it inside a bucket. They start sweeping the stage and floors with gasoline disguised as water. An hour later, the actors gather on stage for a reading. The stage manager hands on the scripts and pencils. "Dear, can you please heat my food?" Sir Gregory requests Holly. "Sure thing, Sir." She grabs his tupperware, heads backstage, and starts pouring the arsenic while no one watches. Finally, she places it on the Microwave. Afterward, she serves it to him. "Okay, let's do this!" Sir Gregory claps his hand. "Actors, ready?" The stage manager beckons the actors. "Ready!" They respond.
On the script, the cover page says A Doll's House. And finally, they flipped the page. "Marina, what are you doing at the edge of the cliff?" Actor A asks. "I'm ready to jump." Actress A responds. "What? But you'll die?" Actor A responds. "Well, I'd rather die than live my whole life knowing I've lost my dignity."
"What do you mean? I think you're just envious because he has a new muse."
"No! I'm not even envious about his new muse! I'm furious because he took away what made me infinite! He took away my dignity! My youth! My—"
"What the fuck is that script?" Sir Gregory yells. "That script is wrong! That's not A Doll's House! You stage manager! Are you dumb?" He points at the stage manager. "No, Sir. I swear. I know I got the—"
"That's the wrong fucking script! Who the fuck changed it! Who?" Sir Gregory starts sticking out his knife to the stage manager until he feels himself choking.
Backstage, Laurence and Holly incinerate their lighter on the curtain wings and quickly dash out of the theater. The actors start screaming. "Fire! Fire! Fire!" They start dashing out while Sir Gregory stands center stage with his knife. "Who—who—" He starts coughing and drags his body in all directions until his clothes start catching fire. "No! No! No!" The flames slowly engulf his body until it burns his face, and nothing else was seen except for his eyeballs bulging out from his burnt crispy black corpse. In those last few breaths, the only thing that flashed before his eyes were the sins he committed—how he took Marina's youth, her virginity, her dignity, her life, his students’ sanity, and more. 'Til his last breath, that's all that ever played.
Backstage, Dani and Belle started screaming as their clothes start catching fire.
At the exit of the theater, Laurence and Holly watched the fiasco. "I guess this is the best performance this theater ever had." Laurence mumbles. Holly smirks as she pulls out a cigarette and uses the flames of the theater to light her cigarette. Nothing but screams of terror and roaring flames were heard. At the entrance of the theater, a lady with long black hair and white dress glowed. She was smiling at Holly. When Holly stared back at her, she was surprised that the lady looked just like her. "Am I dead?" Holly panics. "No, she's been reborn." From her peripheral, a man with curly hair who smelled like wine replied to her. When she looked, the man disappeared.
A day after, the theater was nothing but ashes. Only the face of Dionysus remained. He still looked alive with his mouth gaped open, furious, and ready to devour people. It remained gold and in tack as if no fire occurred. The police and the media took pictures of it. On their left, a woman stood. She had long black hair parted in the middle, bell bottoms, and a face that glowed. The media approaches her. "Hi, excuse me, are you a student here?"
"Yes." The woman responds.
"What's your name?"
"Marina."
END.
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Pics: Don Wollheim Extras.
1. Cover to interesting Wollheim work.
Plot: Can you think yourself out of any situation?
What if you're trapped in a bombed out building, running out of air & facing certain death?
You'd try anything - no matter how insane!
Even if the escape plan means defying all logic - & the laws of physics!!
2. Truly excellent cover by Albert Orban!
Plot: Mars & another fly boy are to ride - what sounds like a slightly upgraded V2 terror weapon - into space.
But, a violent arch rival is stalking the astronauts & he's got a bone to pick with the hero...
Fairly straightforward for the era.
Just needs an effective Air Force security team!
Mars's best friend is the Cheyenne Blue-Hawk, only person of color...
And, there's a gal - who gets to drive!!
Sometimes.
3. That's pretty good company which Lovecraft was keeping in the 1970s.
The only one I don't recognize is John Taine.
He turns out to be a Scottish born American mathematician & writer of sci-fi novels & long form poetry.
His real name was Eric Temple Bell.
The NY Times considered Bell to be "one of the first scientists to (dabble) in sci-fi."
Bell helped bring the sci-fi genre out of its "space cops" stage.
Among Bell's large non-fiction output are: Debunking Science, Search for Truth, Magic of Numbers & The Final Problem.
Bell's novels include: Iron Star, Time Stream, Forbidden Garden, Crystal Horde & G.O.G. 666.
Mathematically, Bell is known for work on numbers theory, umbral calculus & generative functions.
Several number series, polynomials, triangles & ordered numbers have been named in his honor.
4. Art from Dark Worlds Quarterly, shows off a (supply?) pod being shot into space - by a spinning centrifuge!!
Not recommended for human beings.
The centrifuge ride, that is...
5. Impressive 2 page spread for Wollheim's "Secrets of the Martian Moons."
Plot: For 100 years, colonists have been making a living on the Red Planet.
Slowly unlocking the secrets of the abandoned cities they've found...
Then, Nelson Parr is attacked by an assailant - in his own sleep cubicle!!
Moments later, Parr finds a drying handprint on the mirror.
A handprint with 3 fingers!!
As the Mars colonists are returned to Earth, a small group of 6 men remain behind to find a way into the sealed cities.
And, to contact the Martians inside...
But then, the real Martians arrive!!
End.
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A la recherche de Jésus
Prédication par Andrew Rossiter au temple de La Force le 4 février 2024
Job 7.1-7, Marc 1.29-39
A la recherche de Jésus
Marc nous dit que tout le monde est content quand Jésus arrive (bref presque tout le monde!). Avec lui les choses changent. La belle-mère de Simon est guérie. Les infirmes sont remis. Les démons sont chassés. Les vies sont transformées. C’est vrai pour des gens de Capharnaüm au temps de Jésus et c’est aussi vrai aujourd’hui. Il vient chez nous aussi sûrement qu’il est allé chez Simon et André. Nous connaissons tous des personnes chez qui Jésus est allé.
Je pense à cet homme alcoholic qui après des années d’addiction et des cures de désintoxication dans les meilleurs cliniques du monde, était au bout de son chemin… et il a prié. Il n’a plus touché de l’alcohol depuis. Chaque jour il commence sa journée à genou, se plaçant devant Dieu. Cet homme s’appelle Eric Clapton le célèbre guitariste et chanteur.
J’ai rencontré des hommes et femmes qui ont été appelés à devenir pasteur. Est-ce que vous avez eu l’expérience d’un calme et d’une sérénité en sentant la présence de Jésus très particulièrement? Ces moments de grâce nous permettent de continuer malgré les difficultés et les soucis. Je me rappelle en Afrique d’une jeune maman qui a tout essayé pour guérir sa petite fille de 6 ans. Elle l’a amené chez les médecins et les hôpitaux et personne pouvait dire pourquoi sa fille était malade. Nous avons pris l’engagement de prier pour elle et pour la fille. Et quelques mois plus tard la maman nous a annoncé la bonne nouvelle que sa fille allait bien. Je ne prétende pas que ce soient nos prières qui l’ont soignée, qu’elles soient plus efficace que la science médicale, ou que Dieu est intervenu directement dans les molécules de cette fille. Je ne sais pas. Et dans mon ignorance je remercie Dieu tout simplement.
Cela arrive. Ces expériences sont réelles. Jésus est présent et actif dans nos vies et dans le monde. C'est exactement pour cela, comme nous le dit Marc, que les gens font la queue devant la porte de Jésus. La foi est un peu plus facile dans ces moments-là. Jésus est réel. Sa présence est ressentie. Les résultats sont visibles. Tout va bien.
Mais qu’en est-il des moments, et même des périodes, de cauchemars dans nos vies. Notre chemin semble bouché, ou nous ne voyons pas où aller. Dans ce temps notre vie nous semble dure, fermée et nous n’avons aucune perspective sur notre avenir. C’est à ce moment que la foi est bien plus difficile à vivre et notre vie de prière devient stérile. C’est dans ces moments que tout semble ténébreux et nous ne voyons pas Jésus, ou si nous le voyons nous ne savons pas ce qu’il peut faire pour nous. Nous ne croyons pas en son efficacité. Certains vont abandonner la foi, la vie de l’Église et vont reléguer Jésus à des histoires juste bonnes pour les enfants. Renier la foi, ne chercher plus le sens de la vie, ce sont les options bien plus faciles que de continuer à croire dans les périodes sombres.
Et Marc nous dit que cela arrivera. Que là où nous étions bien dans sa présence, autour de la table avec lui, Jésus va se lever et il va partir tôt le matin. Quand il fait encore nuit ,il va trouver un endroit désert à l’écart de tout le monde, y compris nous. Jésus ne s’échappe pas ou s’enfuit mais il plonge dans la prière, la sienne et la nôtre. Il ne s'agit plus de ce qui se passe autour de nous ou pour nous, mais de ce qui se passe en nous.
Quelle que soit le désespoir de notre situation, Jésus ne nous quitte jamais. Il se retire, mais cela ne signifie pas qu'il est absent. Son retrait est en réalité une invitation à nous de nous déplacer vers un nouveau lieu, un lieu désert. Il nous appelle à quitter le confort de la maison pour entrer dans la vulnérabilité du désert. Là où il n'y a que la prière. Là, nous sommes seuls avec celui qui est «le Seul».
Ces lieux sont réels pour beaucoup d’entre nous. Pour certains c’est l’acceptation de la vieillesse et la diminution des nos facultés. Nous ne pouvons plus faire ce que nous avions su faire avant. Il faut demander de l’aide. Pour d’autres, c’est vivre sa vie seul, faire face jour après jour de la solitude, là où avant nous avons connu la maison pleine: de conjoint, enfants, invités. Une maison de rires, de joies et de peines, le tout partagé autour de la table ou chuchoté juste avant de se coucher. Ou encore il y en a qui luttent chaque jour pour survivre contre la famine, la pauvreté et la mendicité. Ce sont des lieux désertiques où nous n’avons plus d’espoir. Job le décrit si bien: «Depuis des mois ma vie est futile. Je connais seulement les nuits de souffrance. Dès que je me couche, je me dis: ‘Si seulement c’était le jour.’ Ma vie a passé plus vite que la navette du tisserand. Elle va bientôt s’arrêter quand le fil de l’espoir sera rompu.»
Nous n’habitons pas ces lieux par choix. Et si possible nous les évitons. Ce sont les lieux vides de sens et souvent nous nous trouvons face à nous-mêmes, aux pensées noirs et nous nous posons des questions sur ce que nous avons fait et dit. Nous commençons à reconnaître que nos succès, nos possessions et nos réalisations ne comptent finalement pas pour grand-chose. Dans le désert, nous devons admettre que nous ne contrôlons rien. Mais bizarrement c'est aussi l'endroit où notre guérison la plus profonde peut se produire.
Cependant il y a un prix à payer pour aller dans le désert. Nous devons échanger la sécurité de la maison contre le risque du désert. La prière de l'abandon de soi ne demande pas tant que les circonstances soient changées, mais que nous soyons changés. Le mystic Denys l’Aréopagite du 6è siècle écrit:
«Tels encore, si, montés dans un navire, nous tenions pour nous aider un câble fixé à quelque rocher, nous ne ferions pas mouvoir le rocher, mais bien plutôt nous irions à lui, et le navire avec nous». (Livre de Noms Divins)
Le désert rend ce changement possible. Car c’est ici que Jésus nous attend et ainsi ces lieux inhospitaliers, où nous n’irons pas seul, deviennent sacrés par sa présence. Jésus nous attire de plus en plus profondément dans le cœur de Dieu. Ironiquement, cela se produit dans l'endroit même que nous pensions être stérile, vide et désolé.
Jésus quittera ce lieu désert pour s’embarquer dans son ministère de annoncer la Bonne Nouvelle, de guérir et de consolider autour de lui le groupe d’hommes et de femmes qui vont le suivre.
«Tout le monde te cherche», dit Simon et André. Mais ils étaient les seuls à le trouver. Peut-être ils étaient les seuls à s’aventurer dans le désert. Et les autres, où l’ont-ils cherché. Dans la sécurité de la ville? Le confort des lieux habituels? Faisaient-ils la queue à la porte de l’Église? Et moi, irai-je jusqu’à dans les endroits aussi rudes pour le trouver? Aurai-je le courage d’aller dans les endroits que je pense stériles, vides et désolés, pour trouver Jésus en train de prier?
Je me pose bien la question.
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Quotes (pt. 2)
Peace
I found a sliver of sun today and stood in it, squinty and content in its fleeting embrace. I never thought I'd miss you. - Josh Groban
With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy? - Oscar Wilde
Summer arrived in full force. Cicadas cried from the cherry trees and in the evenings a pleasant breeze blew briefly as dusk began to arrive earlier each day. - Sukegawa Durian
I sincerely wish for you every possible joy life could bring. - Bob Ross
I'm kind of in love with everything, that's just how I am. - Anonymous
"It's so beautiful here! I want to come back here someday!" It takes all of my persuasive power to try to convince her that she is already here. - Liz Gilbert
And on the last day, when all his work was done, he only just discovered the sun, on the last day. - Moby
This has been going on for so long already, this unfolding. Harry doesn't know how many more ways they can find to mean something to each other. - Anonymous
I thought the earth remembered me. She took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichen and seeds. - Mary Oliver
But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: this is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I'm saying? Does it feel this way to you? - Kazuo Ishiguro
I have nothing to gain from kissing her. But I am no longer looking to gain anything. - John Green
Make it simple, but significant. - Don Draper
Along the lake path - bird song implied. - Anonymous
There's a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn't that kind of the point? - Pam Beasley
You're writing lines about me; romantic poetry. - Halsey
I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return. - Frida Kahlo
Womb to tomb, sweetheart. - dropdeaddream
I believe in angels, something good in everything I see. - ABBA
Part of loving the winter is submitting to it. - Anonymous
And so I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit. Every day with someone new. - Hozier
Needle-dark December smells. She walks with wonder everywhere. - Muriel Rukeyser
In March I'll be rested, caught up and human. - Sylvia Plath
What's the winter for? To remember love. - Theodore Roethke
We call everything on the ice "love". - Viktor Nikiforov
The only difference between a flower and a weed is judgement. - Wayne Dyer
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. - Matsuo Basho
We all have one foot in a fairytale, and the other in the abyss. - Paulo Coelho
Not to sound cosmic, but I've made plans for the next 3,000 years. Before, it was only three days at a time. - Prince
You have me. Until the last star in the galaxy dies, you have me. - Amie Kaufman
If we want peace, we have to be peace. Peace is a practice, not a hope. - Thich Nhat Hanh
Happiness only real when shared. - Christopher McCandless
A sunny day in the void. - Dave Filoni
And all I want to do is fly. - Eric Whitacre
I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. - Vincent van Gogh
We don't really know where this goes, and I'm not sure we really care. - Bob Ross
I'm alive! I'm alive! I am so alive! - Aaron Tveit
After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing, after all, as wanting. It is not valid, but is often true. - Anonymous
Harry looked at the leaves gently dancing in the breeze, the way Kavika had taught him to look - observing details, things he thought he already knew. - Lettered
Make the decision everyday to be happy. - Anonymous
Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home. - J.K. Rowling
Dancing is for people who are free. - Jojo Rabbit
And so, our journey comes to an end. But yours continues on. Grab hold of your dreams and make them come true. For you are the key to unlocking your own magic. Now go. Let your dreams guide you. Reach out and find your Happily Ever After. - Anonymous
We take death to reach a star. - Vincent van Gogh
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. - Hamlet, Hamlet
I'll be good, I'll be good. And I'll love the world like I should. - Jaymes Young
I was born free, and that I might live in freedom I chose the solitude of the fields; in the trees of the mountains I find society, the clear waters of the brooks are my mirrors, and to the trees and waters I make known my thoughts and charms. I am a fire afar off, a sword laid aside. - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
'Denied the catharsis of punishment' is an underappreciated but hugely effective narrative consequence.
Just smell the grass! The dirt! Just like I dreamt they'd be! Just feel that summer breeze, the way it's calling me. For like the first time ever, I'm completely free! I could go running and racing, and dancing and chasing, and leaping and bounding, hair flying, heart pounding, and splashing and reeling, and finally feeling - that's when my life begins! - Rapunzel
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity. - Edvard Munch
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Comment Se Laisser Guider Par Le Saint Esprit
Viens Saint-Esprit, viens !
"Que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel." C'est ce que Jésus nous enseigne dans Matthieu 6.10. Savez-vous que c’est l'Esprit Saint qui amène le ciel sur la terre ? Il est la plus belle expression du ciel, puisqu'il est Dieu lui-même. Il est aussi au cœur d'une promesse de Jésus qui dit : "Vous recevrez une puissance, le Saint-Esprit survenant sur vous." (Lire Actes 1.8.)
C'est le désir de Dieu de vous remplir de son Esprit. Nous pouvons lire ceci dans Jean 20.22 : "Après ces paroles, il souffla sur eux et leur dit : Recevez l'Esprit Saint."
Vous vous demandez peut-être comment l’Esprit Saint se manifeste lorsqu’il vient sur les enfants de Dieu...? Il le fait de différentes manières.
D’ailleurs, les apôtres racontent ici sa descente extraordinaire le jour de la Pentecôte :
"Tout à coup il vint du ciel un bruit comme celui d'un vent violent, qui remplit toute la maison où ils étaient assis. Des langues qui semblaient de feu leur apparurent, séparées les unes des autres, et elles se posèrent sur chacun d'eux. Ils furent tous remplis du Saint-Esprit et se mirent à parler en d'autres langues, comme l'Esprit leur donnait de s'exprimer." (Lire Actes 2.2-4.)
Voulez-vous expérimenter maintenant le souffle de l’Esprit Saint sur votre vie ? Je souhaite qu’il vous touche intensément.
Invitez-le très simplement :
Remerciez-le d’avoir fait de vous son temple.
Demandez-lui de descendre sur vous, avec vos propres mots.
Demandez-lui de vous remplir de sa présence, de vous renouveler, de vous rafraîchir.
Puis, concentrez-vous sur la présence de l'Esprit de Dieu.
Que votre esprit reste connecté avec l’Esprit du Dieu vivant…!
Merci d’exister,
Eric Célérier
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Who are these people?
I'm in black treacle
Cue sliding violins
In sympathy
But I'm not running
Enough of broken glass
Enough so I can eat
The dancing feet
A fortune teller
With sea bird feathers
Cue the sliding violins
In sympathy, yeah
I'm not running
Enough of broken glass
Enough so I can eat
My dancing feet
“Hi Jamieson. Um, I… okay. I’m not sure exactly… what to say. I’m not sure if I should say that… I think I should go into the hospital. I”m not sure if I should say… I need to leave. I’m not sure if I should say, I don’t know how to get out of this. I’m not sure...if I should say… I think I’m fully depressed and, um, ninety percent isolated. And, dealing with a woman who I believe believes she’s in love with me. (pause) Um. (pause) And has been doing a lot of things because of that. Um, and so, it’s making it very hard to… I don’t even remember my life before Katie died. I don’t remember it. I don’t remember my life before Italy. I can’t remember back that far.
Um, I didn’t send you this, but when I went to the trees the other day they had been beaten with pine branches, big pine branches and, um, um (long pause)... We don’t have pine trees in the park. Two of the trees had been beaten with pine branches. The daddy tree and the girl tree.
Um, I got the plant out of the house because I couldn’t deal with her being hurt any more. I couldn’t deal with her being broken anymore. And then I… tried… I decided to try a new technique with Blonde. what I think I figured out, what really feels true, is that Blond was June, I was Anais. June was, um, um, caught. Not immortalized in the way she wanted to be by Henry, and she was completely jealous of the relationship between Henry and Anais. They had this lifelong love affair and Henry and June divorced ten years after they were married. And June spent her life in and out of institutions.
I went to the temple, not sure, I was bracing myself, and when I got there, there was a crumpled up napkin with a feather from this Eric, uh, I forget what it’s called, this Eric… Balthazar? I guess, it’s some, hold on, I’ll tell you… quasi-reputable Parisian cafe.
And, and, um, and so all of a sudden I noticed that there was a feather. And all of a sudden I put it together that she’d always been leaving me these feathers. There were always feathers by the trees. And so late last night I was having a very emotional night with Katie because it was much rougher than I expected it to be with her death-day today, and I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. And then I said, okay, one song, and I pressed shuffle on the ‘sing’ playlist, which is just 160 songs that she likes me to sing and “Here in My Head” came on, and that’s a song they really like me to sing, and so I started to put everything on and I’d have to push rewind to get everything ready like 10 times. And then I started to do it. And… so I start singing and spinning and all of a sudden we get to the line “I’m counting your feathers as the bell tolls,” and I just… broke down, because I hadn’t put it together. I never put it together. What the feathers was.
Now, what the meaning of what ‘as the bell tolls’, you can tell me. I don’t know. Or I guess I can look it up. But um, um, I mean, is that a reference to madness? I don’t know. I guess I attack everything tomorrow. Try not to give up because anything’s possible. But not today. “
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JON WILLIAMS’ MUSIC
To be honest, this is more straight up appreciation than any kind of critical review. I had the chance to go to Jon William’s 90th Birthday celebration at Tanglewood in the Berkshires, where lots of his music was played and many talented artists came forward to honor the composer, including Yo-Yo Ma, James Taylor, Jessica Zhou, Branford Marsalis, Eric Revis, and J. William Hudgins, with Ken-David Masur conducting.
Prior to this concert, my exposure to Jon Williams’ work was only from the movies he scored. I loved his work on films, and he was one of my two favorite movie composers of all time (shout out to Hans Zimmer). But this concert was a wonderful experience because I heard many compositions that were not part of Williams’ film score repertoire. From songs inspired by the bells of Japanese temples to tributes to Leonard Bernstein, I saw a much deeper portfolio of Williams’ work than even before.
Not only was the music beautiful and, as with most concerts at Tanglewood, stirring and thought provoking, I found it masterfully constructed. Although some of the works has been modified for a full orchestra, and the very talented players certainly aided the experience, I found Williams’ use of sound and pitch quite interesting. I especially liked the contrast between deep, resounding percussion used in concert with light, airy sounds like flutes and clarinets.
Though I am by no means an expert in music, or even well versed enough to speak to good versus bad classical compositions, I have always admired the work of Jon Williams and admire it even more now after being exposed to more of his body of work. I would strongly recommend his music.
“Music reveals the truest measure of all who hear it, as in it’s notes no deception is contained. It is the greatest vice of all who can listen, as it seizes the heart in the most unique of ways.” -Unknown
#jonwilliams#jon Williams#classical music#movie scores#composition#tanglewood#bso#boston symphony orchestra
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Birthdays 2.7
Beer Birthdays
Susannah Oland (1818)
George Wiedemann (1833)
Morton Coutts (1904)
John Hickenlooper (1952)
Jeff O'Neil (1974)
Tom Acitelli (1977)
Five Favorite Birthdays
Eubie Blake; jazz musician, songwriter (1883)
Charles Dickens; writer (1812)
Sinclair Lewis; writer (1885)
Thomas More; writer (1478)
Pete Postlethwaite; actor (1945)
Famous Birthdays
Alfred Adler; psychologist (1880)
Thomas Andrews; Irish shipbuilder and Titanic designer (1873)
Eric Temple Bell; Scotish mathematician (1883)
Eddie Bracken; actor and singer (1915)
Oscar Brand; folk singer (1920)
Garth Brooks; country singer (1962)
Buster Crabbe; swimmer, actor (1908)
King Curtis; saxophonist (1934)
John Deere; farm machinery manufacturer (1804)
Frederick Douglass; writer, abolitionist (1817)
Russell Drysdale; English-Australian painter (1912)
Joe English; rock musician (1949)
Miguel Ferrer; actor (1955)
Eric Foner; historian (1943)
Karen Joy Fowler; author (1950)
Margaret Fownes-Luttrell; English painter (1726)
Henry Fuseli; Swiss-English painter (1741)
Jason Gedrick; actor (1965)
Godfrey Hardy; mathematician (1877)
Bill Hoest; cartoonist (1926)
Eddie Izzard; comedian (1962)
Thomas Killigrew; English playwright (1612)
Earl King; singer, songwriter (1934)
Ashton Kutcher; actor (1978)
Robyn Lively, American actress (1972)
Jock Mahoney; actor and stuntman (1919)
Bernard Maybeck; architect (1862)
Erkki Melartin; Finnish composer (1875)
Sam J. Miller; author (1979)
Paul Nizan, French philosopher (1905)
Emo Philips; comedian (1956)
Chris Rock; comedian, actor (1965)
James Spader; actor (1960)
Matthew Stafford; football player (1988)
Gay Talese; writer (1932)
Isaiah Thomas; basketball player (1989)
Laura Ingalls Wilder; writer (1867)
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Men of Mathematics by Eric Temple Bell
Young Sheldon: "A Pager, a Club and a Cranky Bag of Wrinkles"
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Eric Temple Bell, The Prince of Mathematics, in Newman, J. R., The World of Mathematics, Volume 1, George Allen and Unwin, London, 1956, p. 309 (pdf here)
#graphic design#history of science#history of mathematics#book#eric temple bell#james r. newman#crockett johnson#george allen and unwin#1950s
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