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H. Morin, 1893
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AINT NO FUCKING WAY I JUST SAW SOMEONE SHIP
EDD WALTEN!!!!
WITH FUCKING
F E L I X K R A N K E N
I HOPE YOU PERISH IN THE DEPTHS OF HELL YOU HORRIBLE SWINE. WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORINING AND LOOK IN THE MIRROR I HOPE YOU SEE HOW DISSAPOINTING YOU ARE, YOU
P R O S H I T T E R
P I E C E
O F
S H I T
That's all :]
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hello. is morin quur same as morin khuur? or is it from different place?
They are the same thing. Because I translate from Chinese, I tend to go with the Latin alphabet romanisation method I encounter in the Chinese sources. I also copy and paste certain video descriptions as needed, so they stay the same.
In this case, "morin quur" is from the 鲍培氏转写/Nicholas Poppe (Russian linguist) romanisation system for Mongolian script. Chinese Mongolians continue to write in traditional Mongolian script.
The "khuur" spelling comes from the Latin romanisation of Mongolian through Cyrillic (the official writing system in the country of Mongolia). It is the Latin romanisation of the Cyrillic letter x."Morin khuur" in Cyrillic is морин хуур.
The q/kh in morin quur/khuur makes a hard "h" sound.
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i think wambus most definitely overworks himself, believing that he alone is responsible for keeping the whole town fed by tending to the garden, so may i suggest: the reader helping wambus realize he’s allowed to rest, and take a day off to relax and take care of himself?
A/N: Heya everyone! Sorry I haven’t posted in anything in the past few days ^^’. I promise I’m doing my best to work on requests! I’m typing this as I’m heading to a photoshoot, so I’m being a bit brief. Still, I hope you enjoy the fic, and thanks for sticking around!!
Wambus x Reader (Take a Break)
Wambus plowed the dirt in front of him, his breath ragged from the work. He stood a second, despite his better judgment, to lean on his hoe, wiping sweat from his brow. The farmer had been at it for hours now. His crops had let up a pretty fortunate amount, but he couldn’t rest yet.
There was a more drastic need for a garden with Lizbert’s disappearance from the island. Their main food source had disappeared, and while he did think Filbo’s new friend was busy getting everyone back, he needed to to supply them with something to eat should the worst happen. He sighed, heaved his hoe, and made another plow in the ground.
“Lot of plowing you’re doing.”
He paused, looking up at you, leaning on the garden fence. He gave a slight smile.
“Maybe a bit. Not like we don’t need it.”
You hummed in response, and Wambus continued to work. This was routine between you two, just him working away while keeping a conversation with you.
“You know you can take a break, right?”
Wambus paused. “Pardon?”
“For the past few days, from way earlier than you normally wake, to nearly dawn, you’ve been plowing away at this garden, ripe with crops. I can’t help but wonder if you know you’re allowed to take a break.”
Wambus laughed. “Sorry, but, uh…this garden feeds the whole town-”
“You feed three people. Gramble, Shelda and that journalist running around.”
Wambus flinched. You sighed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” You apologize, massaging your head. “I just…You need a break Wambus.”
He spat on the ground. “Dunno what’re on about. ‘M fine.”
“Your hands are literally shaking.”
The farmer blinked at your deadpan and checked his hands. Sure enough, they weren't…in the best shape, shaking badly. He shook his head though. “That’s nuthin.”
“Wambus, your breath is ragged, you look exhausted and you probably haven dranken anything-”
“I had some water this morin’!”
“- in the past few hours.”
Wambus grimaced. You had him there. He leaned his hoe against the fence and sighed, walking towards you.
“Listen, partner. I’m fine. I know you think I should be ‘takin’ breaks’ or whatever, but the fact of the matter is that ever since Liz has been gone, there hasn't been a reliable way to catch Bugsnax! I gotta keep the town fed.”
“For Grump’s sake, look around you!” You wave your hands at the expansive garden. “You don’t think that’s enough, just for a night?!”
“Another earthquake could happen.”
“Snorpy’s been keeping track of seismic activity, we’re fine.”
“I ain’t trustin’ the ramblings of a nutjob!” He bit back. You took a deep breath.
“Wambus Troubleham. You have. Five seconds. To surrender willingly, or pay the consequences.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Five, four, three-” Wambus rolled his eyes as you started to count, turning back to head to farmining again. “-two, one!”
He felt himself get tugged down, yelping as you dragged him by his collar.
“H-hey! What the heck are ya doin’?!” He cried out. Suprisingly, he felt too weak to properly struggle against you.
“Putting you to rest, you stubborn mule!” You retorted, entering his and Triffany’s hut and dragging him onto his bed. Wambus landed face first, and was suddenly overcome with incredible weariness. He groaned.
“Ugh…my back…my arms…”
“Feel that? That’s what happens when you neglect yoyurself for too long. You can’t help anybody in this state, now can you?” You scolded him.
“....No.”
“That’s right.” You huff. “Now, get some rest, wise guy. Your farm ain’t going nowhere.”
Wambus heard you walk off and out of the hut. And despite his mind screaming at him, for once, Wambus didn’t want to get up. You were right. He had been ignoring himself a tad too long, hadn’t he? Maybe…Maybe he’d just take a few minutes to himself. Just a few…..
He closed his eyes, unaware of his body already heading towards a nice long and well needed slumber.
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«Rampike», Vol. 19, No. 1, 'Visual Poetics', Edited by Karl Jirgens, Windsor, 2010 [UWindsor Institutional Repository, University of Windsor, Windsor. room 3o2 books, Ottawa]
Contributions by Fernando Aguiar, Reed Altemus, Héloise Audy, Sohail Azad, Vittore Baroni, derek beaulieu, John M. Bennett, Carla Bertola, Bill Bissett, Julien Blaine, Darren Bonnici, Christian Burgaud, Ryosuke Cohen, Tentatively A. Convenience, Judith Copithorne, Frank Davey, Sérgio Monteio De Almeida, Marcello Diotallevi, Paul Dutton, Julie Faubert, Jesse Ferguson, Jean-Claude Gagnon, Fabrizio Garghetti, Kim Goldberg, James Gray, Elke Grundmann, Miguel Jiminez, Karl Jirgens, Richard Kostelanetz, C. H. Kwock, Helen Lovekin, Ruggero Maggi, Donato Mancini, Vincent McHugh, Henning Mittendorf, Gustave Morin, Ed Niedzielski, Mogens Otto Nielsen, Jürgen O. Olbrich, Clemente Padín, Li Po, Susana Reisman, Aubrey Reeves, Gerry Shikatani, Carol Stetser, Giovanni Strada, W. Mark Sutherland, Dane A. W. Swan, Nico Vassilakis, Michael Winkler
Cover Art by Kero [Sohail Azad]
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Sweater weather.
Day 9 of my 12 days of Xmas concept <3
Where one of y/n’s favourite jumper goes missing but she finds an a adorable culprit.
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It was currently 9am in London, the sun was leaking through the blinds and onto the couples shared bed. Y/n blindly puts her arm on what she believes is Harry, but to her surprise it was a cold empty space beside her. “Baby” she muttered voice laced with sleep. Where would he be this time of the morning? Y/n took it in her stride and woke up hoping he’d return soon. Wrapping a fluffy robe around her and headed downstairs and made herself comfy on the L shaped sofa.
“Morning m’love” he said walking in and shutting the door behind him and walking up to the sofa and comfortably placing himself right beside the girl “morin’ handsome” she replied kissing his soft lips. “Where ya been?” She said cosying up the warmth of her boyfriend. “Had to drop Mitch off early this morning, didn’t want to wake you, seemed so peaceful…which is rare” he sighed “heeeeyyyy!!! I am peaceful, serene in fact” she smiled “whatever y’say dove, brought some treats home, thought we could have a movie day” he said revealing the bag of his and hers favourite sweets, chocolate and drinks “s’quite adorable, thank you baby” she said resting her hands on his. “I can be sometimes” he smirked resting his forehead on hers and pressing a sweet kiss to her. “Go get comfy, H, I’ll get the food ready then we can pick a christmassy film” “sounds perfect m’love”
While y/n layed out the treats neatly along the coffee table in front of the couch she sat down and waited patiently waited for H to come back down so there movie day could commence. “Ready?” He asks coming down the stairs. “Mhmm” she hummed, as he sat down, next to the girl again, she noticed something that made her giggle. “What’s up?” He asked. “Y’jumper looks a bit familiar” she smirks “oh shush y’face” he laughed. “S’comfy, warm and smells nice” he goes “s’why it’s mine darling” she giggled. “Y’look s’cute in it though, suit it better then I do” she said resting her head on his chest.
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gnorf. don wan i be wake. twenny gallins of coffee plrz.
s dumb. stupid time of day. shudent exits.
whym i up 9coffee0 befroe the danm day star alla tim e
somethign musta goen wrogn in m y life
oo h noooo (coffee) i vebeen turned
im’ one of thems now
in my patry days wde’ be (coffee) coming home
in the getiting less wee huors of the merning
adn we woudl see the erly hummans out ,
and aslo abuot, doig thier morining whassits
liek matrix zobmies plugg intot he system
it was (coffee) still Tonihgt for us
but it was Tomorrow f or them
so we called tehm the Tomorrow People
to be (coffee) avoided on the
last gas statoin missions of our night
but one of them must have (coffee)
bitten me or something, because now
I get up before the day star blooms
to do (coffee) my morning whatsits.
Mourn me, children of the (coffee) night
for I have become one of the Tomorrow People
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AH, not the model of discretion
In this indiscreet letter to Robert Morris, dated 13Aug1782, the first footnote on Founders states:
The version of this letter printed in JCHW, I, 293, and HCLW, IX, 269 is incomplete. Except for a draft (Hamilton Papers, Library of Congress) of the last few paragraphs of the letter, H retained no copy of it. The receiver’s copy remained in the possession of the descendants of Robert Morris who refused to allow publication of the sections dealing with New York politicians. For a history of the letter see The Magazine of History, XXIII (July–December, 1916), 158–69. The letter was sold in January, 1917, by S. V. Henkels in Philadelphia. It was presumably purchased by Allan McLane Hamilton, H’s grandson, for it now is with the miscellaneous documents in the Hamilton papers which he gave to the Library of Congress.
Morris had asked Hamilton for this information, and AH actually provided it, committing these thoughts to paper.
I promised you in former letters to give you a full view of the situation and temper of this state: I now sit down to execute that task.
... The temper of the state [NY], which I shall now describe, may be considered under two heads, that of the rulers and that of the people.
...There is no man in the government who has a decided influence in it. The present governor [George Clinton] has declined in popularity, partly from a defect of qualifications for his station and partly from causes that do him honor—the vigorous execution of some necessary laws that bore hard upon the people, and severity of discipline among the militia. He is, I believe, a man of integrity and passes with his particular friends for a statesman; it is certain that without being destitute of understanding, his passions are much warmer, than his judgment is enlightened. The preservation of his place is an object to his private fortune as well as to his ambition; and we are not to be surprised, if instead of taking a lead in measures that contradict a prevailing prejudice, however he may be convinced of their utility, he either flatters it or temporises; especially when a new election approaches.
The next character of a most uniform influence is General Schuyler. He has more weight in the Legislature than the Governor; but not so much as not to be exposed to the mortification of seeing important measures patronised by him frequently miscarry. Your knowlege of him and my connection prevent my enlarging. I shall only add that he hazards his popularity in support of what you wish and what the public safety demands.
.. Mr. Scot [John Morin Scot] you also know. He has his little objects and his little party. Nature gave him genius; but habit has impaired it. He never had judgment; he now has scarcely plausibility; his influence is just extensive enough to embarrass measures he does not like; and his only aim seems to be by violent professions of popular principles to acquire a popularity which has hitherto coyly eluded his persuit. His views as a statesman are warped; his principles as a man are said to be not the purest.
and on and on he goes, ending this section of the letter with
I have now touched upon the principal public characters among us; there are others who have their little circles of influence; some of whom deserve more others much less. I have contented myself with outlines, because Mr. G Morris will be able to give you much more satisfactory portraits. What I have done is only in compliance with your request.
Always good to include that EH thought her husband perhaps had a character too frank and independent for a democratic people.
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Silly Little Domestic Things
Bakugou never saw him as the type that would ever be in a relationship, yeah he had crushes when he was a teenager, but none of the goals he set for , seemed to allow him to be in a relationship, and h e was fine with that, until he met her.
She was sweet, and cute and very kind. He saw her for about 3 secconds and she imprinted on his mind. And he hated the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He couldn’t stop thinking about her hair and her bouncing ponytail, and the fact that her hair smelled like strawberry and coconuts, and it bothered him with the way that she looked at him.
She worked in the enginneering department, designig tech for most of the heros. Only 20 and worked hand in hand with the pro’s. She was good, good at her jib, good at being cute, good at drawing him in like he was a moth and she was the only light in the room.
To him, she was.
She looked at him like she would light the world on fire and watch it burn from outer space. She had so much passion, in one glance.
He hated it.
He hated her.
He hated evrything about her, exept for that smile that could light up a room. And he hated the fact that he found himself trying to be around her, and trying to get her to laugh at him dumb jokes that he found on the internet. Just to see that smile, and hear that laugh.
It didn’t matter how bad his day was, if he heard that laugh it would make it so much better. And when they started dating that laugh brought him home. And when he became a pro, and they moved in together, that smile and her laugh gave him a reason to come home.
It gave him a reason to train harder, to get stronger, to fight harder. Everyday so he could come home, to his girlfreind, which he was pretty sure that she was the love of his life, and he couldn’t even admit it to himself.
He never saw himself as the type of guy who would be domestic, when he was a kid and watched movies, he never saw himself as the type to do bathe with someone, or wash clothes that weren’t his, or pack someone’s lunch.
But when they moved in together, he found himslef doing all the things that he saw in movies and hated.
He hated packing her lunch . and had to cut jumbo grapes in half, because if he didn’t she would probaby choke on them from eating too fast.,and he hated the fact that he had to close the toilet seat after he took a piss and he hated the fact that he was picking out long hair that was in the drain, and he hated the fact that he was washing clothes that wasn’t his own. And he hated the fact that he now had to cook for two.
And he hated that little silly domestic stuff that he promised that he would never do. He nevr thought of cutting a apple before eating it, but he did it for her because she prefrered her apples in slices not in chunks. And cutting up her grapes because she sometimes forgot to chew and always would choke on them.
He hated it. All of it.
At least that was what he said to himself, every time it happed. Because he really loved it. He didn’t mind cutting up her fruit and he didn’t mind doing things. And he found himself putting all her mugs on the top shelf, way out of her reach so she can ask him from help, becayuse she loves it when they ask for help, because she almost never does.
And he kind of liked it in the morining when they were in the bathroom getting ready in the morning at the same time, and he liked kissing her on the cheek because of the way he blushed.
After 4 years of dating she still blushed when they were together, and that made him smile. She made him smile, she made all those silly little domestic things worth it.So he didn’t mind mating socks that weren’t his and he didn’t mind cooking for two sometimes instead of one.
Because she made all those silly little domestic things worth it.
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"Condamnation," Le Soleil. October 22, 1942. Page 9.
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Un jeune homme aux moeurs socratiques, employé comme sacristain dans une paroisse de cette ville, a été condamné à deux mois de prison sans option d'amende et à $25 d'amende ou deux mois additionnels. Le prévenu a été amené devant S. H. le recorder Emile Morin par les détectives Charles Fiset et Alexandre Rochette.
Depuis une huitaine de jours, c'est le troisième individu à avoir été traduit sous de semblables accusations par les détectives Rochette et Fiset. A la Sûreté provinciale, on note aussi une forte augmentation dans le nombre de ces tristes individus.
[This 'sad individual' was sent to prison functionally for being gay - 'moeurs socratiques' here is code for homosexual sexual relations. Notably despite being a church worker there is no implication this was someone assaulting children but rather 'corrupting the youth', likely other young men.]
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Take the Train to Manchester
This shall be the title of our forthcoming album. Developing this choice, like the album itself, was a prolonged process.
On the evening of December 1, 2022, Corduroy Institute convened to discuss the details of a possible project involving multiple collaborators. During our conversation, we reached for the 8 disc Drift box set from Underworld. We saw multiple similarities between Karl Hyde and Rick Smith and Corduroy Institute. W. Ruiz scribbled many pertinent Drift quotes in his journal.
S.A. Morin then detected a moment wherein Smith implores Hyde to stop making excuses about time and to get to work, followed by an exhortation to go to Manchester. The sentiment immediately resonated for us, both contextually and connotatively. "Take the train to Manchester" was then inscribed into the journal.
We considered this phrase as a possible title for a collaborations album. However, over time, it became tantamount to "Let's get things done already!" Gradually, the collaborative idea receded and we toyed with the idea of making the phrase "Take the Train to Manchester" the title for the album which seemed to be crystallizing around our unreleased songs.
On August 1, 2023, Corduroy Institute conducted a telephone call which inevitably shifted towards the final direction of the record. It was at that point that we finally established "Take the Train to Manchester" as the album's title.
On August 27, we revisited the Drift box to find the original quote. We then noticed that the phrase we wrote down in the journal the previous year does not exist. Underworld's members had actually said "You're getting on the train, you're going to Manchester!" Our entire premise was based upon misinterpretation and transcription error.
This might very well be the most appropriate summation of our musical existence.
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Los cientficos no comprenden del todo la mortalidad del bacalao en el Bltico
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-𝔘𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℑ𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔢𝔵𝔥𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫-
I am fond of language learning, for it provides a fulfilling sense of achievement and allows the mind to expend both its knowledge and vision on the world. Since I’ll be in Canada for some time, and as the suggestion asks us to do, I decided to learn some basic words of Cree (Indigenous most spoken dialect).
I discovered that the written form of these words (and even the words themselves) varied from a source/region to another. Therefore, hello could be spelled Tânsi (with a streak on the a, but unfortunately, my keyboard does not have this accent, although some do write it with a circumflex accent…) or Tânisi. I’d say the second source I used (Online Cree Dictionary, Cree Language, Cree: Words, Alberta Elders' Dictionary, Maskwacis) should be more trusted that the YouTube video ((670) Mini Cree lesson with Randy Morin - YouTube), but still, I included both to show the difference. The reason why they slightly differ might me that the first i isn’t pronounced, so perhaps, some have reduced it to the written form: Tânsi.
I observed that the h was not always pronounced; for ‘I love you,’ Ki sâkihitin, the h cannot be heard, it sounds as if the syllable “hi” wasn’t present.
Like in English (and other languages of course), the letter i isn’t pronounced always the same. To keep the previous example, the two middle i are pronounced like an English e, and the first and last ones are pronounced like a (without the y sound). Another lovely and interesting thing I learned is that Indigenous people don’t differentiate people’s genders. Therefore, Wîya means him/her!
Here’s a fun video ((670) Cool words in Cree - YouTube) in which I was surprised to see the richness of the language, they have a word for “jedy!”
Finally, I sometimes felt like I was speaking Japanese, especially with the word thank you: Hiy Hiy.
The aspect of the Indigenous culture I find most compelling is their connection to nature, to the spirits that are present all around (and in!) them, and all the benefits nature can provide them (medicine, metaphysical, communication…). I love learning about religions, beliefs and traditions. I’d be delighted to attend a ritual/sacred celebration and perhaps enter a state of trance in which I’d make one with nature and the world around me.
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