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The Devoted is to be chosen soon. Surely you will celebrate.
Naturally.
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Look who's here! Quaestio Insularis 22 is now available, containing my article, "Faithful to the End: The Changing Role of Láeg mac Riangabra in The Death of Cú Chulainn".
You can read and order all back issues of QI on their website.
#laegblogging#quaestio insularis#ulster cycle#laeg mac riangabra#oidheadh con culainn#cu chulainn#medieval irish#Celtic studies#medieval
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hey yahiro, do you think that you and mel have kinda gotten over your little falling out by now? friends again?
"I think we might be getting there. Things have been a little awkward, but slowly getting better and better, y'know?"
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i for one welcome the new ghoul and have decided to call him. dave
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trial of Publius Cornelius Scipio Nasica Serapio
date: 132 BCE
charge: senatorial quaestio [inquiry] (homicide of Ti. Gracchus)
defendant: P. Cornelius Scipio Nasica Serapio cos. 138 (ORF 38.III [addenda A.2])
prosecutor: M. Fulvius Flaccus pr. by 128
other: P. Mucius Scaevola cos. 133 rejected as juror
Cic. de Orat. 2.285; Plut. Ti. Gracch. 21.2; see also V. Max. 5.3.2e
Magie, RRAM 2.1033, n. 1
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Special Guest Post from John Martin Rare Book Room
Hardin Library of Health Sciences
INGRASSIA, GIOVANNI FILIPPO (1510-1580). Iatrapologia: Quaestio, quae capitis vulneribus ac phrenitidi medicamenta conveniant [Defense of Medicine: Question regarding the medicinals convenient for head injuries and meningitis]. Printed in Venice by Giovanni Griffio, 1547. 16 cm tall.
This month's book was one of six John Martin Rare Book Room items selected to be scanned as part of the Iowa Initiative for Scientific Imaging and Conservation of Cultural Artifacts (IISICCA) project. Iatrapologia (Greek: "defense of medicine") by Giovanni Filippo Ingrassia (1510-1580) was selected for two reasons. One, with backlighting through the thin, limp vellum cover, we were able to determine it had small pieces of manuscript waste that included both green and red inks. Different inks show up at different energy levels in Computed Tomography (CT) scanners - or sometimes not at all. Finding a variety of inks helps to calibrate both types of scanners used in the project.
And two, it's just a darn cool book.
Ingrassia was an influential 16th-century Italian physician. He grew up in a well-educated family and received a classical education. He studied at the University of Padua, one of the most important western centers for the study of medicine and anatomy.
There, he learned from renowned intellectuals and physicians, such as Realdo Columbo, Bartolomeo Eustachi, Girolamo Fracastoro, and, of course, the Anatomaster® himself, Andreas Vesalius. Ingrassia would go on to make his own significant impact on not only anatomical medicine but also public health and hygiene, forensic medicine, and teratology (the study of abnormalities of physiological development).
After completing his studies in 1537, he became the personal physician to a minor Italian noble family in Palermo. Soon after, he became the professor of human anatomy at the University of Naples. It was during his time in Naples that he wrote Iatrapologia. Ostensibly a book about how to treat head wounds, it was also a critique of the current state of medicine and surgery - one of the subtitles, liber quo multa adversus barbaros medicos disputantur, translates as "a book in which many things are argued against the barbarian physicians."
In Iatrapologia and elsewhere, Ingrassia argued that medicine should be considered a less subjective discipline. Treatments should be verified, results checked, and useful diagnoses disseminated among physicians. He also thought that physicians and surgeons should be integrated into a single profession to prevent surgeries by "unqualified" people. Indeed, in Iatrapologia, he states rather dramatically,
"Oh, God, so much human suffering has been caused by the vainglory of contemporary doctors. Indeed, surgery has been abandoned to some inexperienced, empiric [i.e., quack] physicians, most of whom are not only lacking in dogma, but also in what relates to the Art." p. 252
Ingrassia was also a strong believer in continuing education, suggesting physicians should refresh their dissection skills every five years so as to avoid becoming "imperfect and ignorant physicians." If nothing else, Ingrassia demonstrated a natural skill with insults!
Ingrassia made significant contributions to the field of anatomy, particularly with bones and the skull. He is most well known for identifying a third small bone in the middle ear, which he called the "stapes." He also described differences between human and animal bones, breaking down parts of each bone to make identification easier.
Ingrassia was not only a physician and anatomist but also a pioneer in public health. He held various political positions, most notably Protomedicus (chief physician) of Sicily, and implemented measures to prevent the spread of diseases such as malaria and the plague. He emphasized the importance of preventive measures, such as isolating infected patients and cleaning objects to reduce the risk of transmission.
Overall, Giovanni Filippo Ingrassia was a remarkable physician and scientist who significantly contributed to our understanding of human anatomy and the practice of medicine.
Our copy of Iatrapologia is a delight to hold and leaf through and, as indicated, holds a few secrets inside. The limp vellum cover is soft but dried out enough that it has a bit of a rattle while opening. The cover image above shows discoloration from use and bits of writing here and there. The textblock is in excellent shape, the paper bright, and almost completely free of damage.
One interesting surprise is a piece of paper that has been pasted over the verso side of leaf A3 in an attempt to cover up a printer's error (a repeated page from elsewhere in the book). At some point, someone made a concerted effort to remove the paper to see what was underneath. Whoever glued it on, though, made sure the vandal couldn't remove much!
Other surprises can be seen in the images above. The images show close-ups of the text visible with backlighting. In one image, green and red inks are still vibrant and really jump out. The IISICCA group estimates the date of the manuscript to be roughly the 10th or 11th century and suspects the complete word is some form of "archiabbas" (chief abbot).
Another image shows a small scrap where the photo is repeated several times. Different photo filters were applied in an attempt to make the text more legible.
Contact me to take a look at this book or any others from this or past newsletters: [email protected]
#medicine#medical history#rare books#library#special collections#history#uiowa#Giovanni Filippo Ingrassia#public health
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Dynamic Questioning
(pt: Dynamic Questioning /end pt)
(ids: 2 rectangular flags with 7 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in order from top to bottom are a gradient from green to white to green. in the center of the first flag is a green question mark outlined in white. /end ids)
Dynamic Questioning/Dynaestio; a term for those who are questioning one’s dynamic.
etymology; dynamic, questioning; dyna(mic), “quaestio” latin for “a question”
symbol is the “question” symbol from photopea!
for ⛓️💥 anon!
tagging; @radiomogai, @omegarchive
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comunque il mio capo è una persona molto seria, oggi mi ha dato da fare una cosa per lui e in pratica dovevo scrivere quest’istanza e vabbè la faccio e gliela stampo per farla correggere, lui la guarda, la legge, la corregge e mi dice di riportagliela corretta
fin qui nulla quaestio, il fatto è che io non capisco la sua scrittura, quindi in pratica al posto di scrivere “valutazione di volontà” scrivo “valutazione di velocità”, lui legge, cancella con la penna, si gira e mi guarda seriamente “ma si può sapere che potrebbe mai significare e che c’entra la velocità?”, un altro al posto mio probabilmente si sarebbe mortificato, io invece (ormai esaurito) scoppio a ridere e rispondo “effettivamente non capivo manco io il senso”
sipario
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Hey Kayla!! Hope u r doing well.
Saw u were taking bad buddy prompts. How about one with PatPran as dads. U can try nothing complicated with lots of domestic fluff. I'd love to see ur view on that.
Hello! Thank you for dropping by to give me a prompt. This is not usually something I would write so it actually ended up working really well as a little warm-up prompt because it made me think a creatively about how I'd approach it. Served me well for a few sessions!
I'm not sure this is exactly what you had in mind, but I thought you'd like to see the end result.
(It's unedited and unbeta'd so sorry for any mistakes)
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Parentis Quaestio
“I’m dead,” Pat declared, flopping down on their borrowed bed in Uncle Tong’s guestroom. Pran managed a hum of agreement as he sat down on the edge, peering over his shoulder at his practically disarticulated boyfriend.
A gaggle of summer school children had visited the Eco Village and as freeloading guests, Pat and Pran had been draughted in to help herd and entertain them.
“Who knew a bunch of nine-year-olds would be so hard to control?” Pat lamented.
“I can’t believe you let your lot run into the sea.”
“I didn’t let them. They ran in there when my back was turned!” Pran laughed, shaking his head, and Pat lifted his own head to glare at him. “Excuse me, at least none of my kids fell asleep listening to me drone on about plastic composition.”
Pran’s grin was whipped from his face and he scowled instead. “My talk was very interesting, thank you. That kid was just tired.”
“Uh huh,” Pat replied, unconvinced. His disbelief was duly ignored.
Before Pran could get too grumpy, Pat tugged him down onto the bed beside him, ignoring Pran’s amused protests as he rolled over to hug him like a limpet. Despite said protests, Pran’s hand found Pat’s head where it was laid on his chest instantly, stroking through the strands as if without thinking.
“Do you think…” Pat started before trailing off.
“What?”
“Nah, it’s alright.”
“Go on, do I think what?”
Pat chewed his lip for a second before figuring out how to frame his question. “Do you think it would be like this all the time, hectic and… and exhausted, if we, you know, if we ever had kids?”
Pran’s hand stalled in Pat’s hair, suddenly heavy against Pat’s head. “...I don’t know.”
The words were weighted with hesitation and Pat grimaced. He hurried to mitigate. “I’m not saying that we ever would have kids, I’m just saying you know.” He twisted his head up to grin winningly but Pran just eyed him knowingly.
“Is that something… you want? Kids?” Pran replied instead of taking the easy escape Pat had set up. His eyes were serious.
“It’s not that,” Pat replied. “I was just… wondering. What it’s like. That’s all.”
Pran was quiet for a second before replying. “You can tell me. We’ve never actually talked about it before so… I want to know how you feel about it.”
“I… I don’t think I’ve ever really thought about it that much but I guess I kind of… expected to? Before… this, well, I guess I thought I’d end up with a girl, we’d get married and then that’s the kind of thing that just happens, isn’t it?”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Pran argued softly.
“No. No, it doesn’t have to be,” Pat echoed definitely, but even as he said it, there was a dragging weight in his stomach. Not exactly disappointment, more a realisation that a door was locked that you’d always thought was open for you to walk through anytime if you’d wanted. “So you’ve never wanted them?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Pat’s heart skipped a beat and Pran’s hand started to move again as he looked up at the ceiling.
“So…?”
“It’s… a big commitment. You have to be ready and I’m not sure if I’m ever… I don’t know. It’s not an easy process either. We’d have to adopt and there’s no guarantees. I think… that’s another reason I’ve never really thought about it.”
“I get it. It would be a big disappointment.”
“Yeah.” Pran sighed. “Plus, not to mention our families.”
“You never know,” Pat replied jovially. “A grandkid might just get them over all the feud stuff.”
Pran snorted. "I doubt it."
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"Our baby's all grown up and left us!" Pat wailed, flopping over the steering wheel after pulling up outside of their house.
They’d only just finished moving their daughter into her new dorm room. Barely three minutes ago, he’d been cracking jokes with her new roommates and giving her hangover advice, but the second they’d left the building he’d been sighing dramatically and pouting.
“She’s only twenty minutes away.” Pran pointed out.
“Don’t act like you’re not bothered. I know you’re going to be restless all week, just like every time she had a sleepover.”
“I was not restless every time she had a sleepover,” Pran replied with affront.
“Pran, the last time she spent the night elsewhere you cleaned your entire collection of architecture models. Twice.”
“They still had dust on them,” Pran sulked, but there wasn’t much fight in it.
“I can’t believe she’s already gone to college. It feels like we only brought her home a week ago.” Pat sighed in response, looking up at the house as if seeing their old apartment, with the nursery Pran had sacrificed his music room for and the cute but expensive bed they’d spent hours trying to put together which turned out to be just that little bit too small for a four-year-old.
It had been the first of many lessons on the steep and perilous learning curve that had hit them for that first year. Several mistakes, countless compromises and a lot of love later and here they were, back to an empty nest. The thought made Pran smile ruefully.
Parenthood had put a lot of things into a different perspective for both of them; their own upbringing, their parents’ situation, the relationships they had with them now. Some things were easier to understand; others were harder, but there was an equilibrium to it. And amazingly, all those years ago, lying on Uncle Tong’s spare bed, having their first fragile conversation about this aspect of their possible future, Pat had been right. Having a grandchild had changed things for the better.
Or at least, Ming and Dissaya could now be in the same room for over an hour and remain civil the entire time. Both Pran and Pat were happy to take it.
“Come on, we should go in. No point sitting about out here,” Pran finally said. He pushed open the door and stepped out. Pat followed him, a pensive expression on his face.
Pran pulled out his keys and walked up to the front door. As he pressed them into the lock, he felt Pat’s arm slip around his waist.
“You were making jokes and laughing when we were there but now you’re all clingy and pitiful,” Pran tutted as he pushed open the door.
“I can be pitiful if I want to,” Pat whined. “After all, maybe if I’m really pitiful, my husband will do something to cheer me up.”
There was a note to his tone that made Pran’s eyes narrow. “Is that right?”
“Well,” Pat continued, his breath warm against the back of Pran’s neck, “there’s only us here now after all…”
Even after all these years and a less than regular gym schedule, Pat had plenty of strength in his muscles and Pran couldn’t help the little buzz of warmth that slipped through him as Pat tugged him closer, pulling him flush against Pat’s front.
“Seriously?” he laughed, but made no attempt to escape.
“Come on, how long has it been since we could be as loud as we want?”
“As I recall, you’re the loud one.”
Pat hummed a shameless agreement. “And you like it.”
“Hmm, do I?” Pran pretended to be unconvinced. “I guess, you’ll have to remind me.”
He felt Pat’s grin against his skin for just a second before he was dragged inside.
#thanks for the prompt anon!#the prompt box is still open for anyone who has any ideas for little warm-up fics to get my fingers typing to#bad buddy#patpran#bad buddy fanfic#bad buddy fanfiction#bad buddy prompt#lovely asks
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so like why do you follow dream... why not prime or the goddess of death. they seem less cult-y
Pax vobiscum, puer.
Our Divine has forced nothing upon me, nor upon the others devoted. It is a guiding hand, nothing more.
Prime is a pale reflection of our Divine's light; nothing but a simple misunderstanding in the early days of prophecy. And as for the Ancient Lady, is one who demands the fullest sacrifice not more dangerous than one who would save his devoted from it?
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Qualche sera fa sono andato a Baratti. Ancora alle sette e dieci infuriava la balneazione come alle tre. Mi sono messo laggiù in fondo a fare qualche foto. Dopo il tramonto, il giorno non sembrava essere ancora finito, con la musica dei bagni, i canti, le danze. Sono andato via che era buio e sparavano i fuochi d'artificio. E così sia, nulla quaestio. Solo che ho un' altra idea di stare al mare.
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An Táin Bot prompted some off-the-cuff TBC analysis just now, so I figured I'd paste the thread below so that it's backed up if Twitter disappears, and so youse can read it regardless of whether or not you're on the bird app. This is mostly exactly as it is on Twitter, except that I added the bit about O'Rahilly's translation, since I had space to do so:
'Daltán' is a diminutive of 'daltae': pupil, disciple, foster-child, ward, etc. So eDIL translates it as 'A little foster-child, a pupil; a term of endearment'. Why would Cú Chulainn use this term for Láeg, who is probably older than him?
Remember, this is the same recension of the Táin where Cú Chulainn repeatedly calls Láeg 'a phopa', a term of respect and endearment derived from 'father', usually used for an elder or a social superior.
(I talked about this a bit in my Oidheadh Con Culainn article.)
In this scene, Láeg has just described an Otherworldly being approaching them (Lug, in Recension 1, but he's not named in the Book of Leinster), and gone, "It's kinda weird, it's like nobody can see him even though he's walking straight past them."
Cú Chulainn responds with the line above -- essentially, "Yep, that would be because he's from the Otherworld." In O'Rahilly's translation, this is a little clearer as the meaning, I think: ‘That is true, my fosterling,’ said he. ‘That is one of my friends from the fairy mounds coming to commiserate with me.’ ('That is true' rather than 'In sooth' sounds both more like something an actual human would say, and also makes it clearer that he's agreeing with Láeg's understanding of events.)
So maybe the use of daltán is sarcastic, because he's pointing out something that seems obvious to him. Or it's genuine -- he's explaining something (Otherworld beings are only visible to the people they choose to show themselves to and/or you're a freak with the ability to see through their illusions, Láeg), so he's positioning himself as a teacher. Watch and learn, kid!
Dunno. Láeg's age is never confirmed, but he's almost certainly Cú Chulainn's elder, whether by a few months or by several years. That might be why Cú Chulainn calls him 'a phopa', possibly evoking an 'older brother' type fosterage relationship -- big bro Láeg.
(Again: I briefly discussed the evidence for considering Láeg to be Cú Chulainn's foster brother in my Oidheadh Con Culainn article, although I hope to write about that at more length some day. That's the article published in Quaestio Insularis, ftr.)
The use of 'a phopa' is still unusual, since it's usually used for a social superior, which Láeg certainly isn't. 'A daltán', in that regard, cleaves more to the expected hierarchies, but in the context of their wider relationship in this text, I feel it has to be sarcastic.
In fact, in Recension 1, Láeg takes on more of an advisory/teacher role himself, including giving legal advice to Cú Chulainn. I have an article about THAT coming eventually too, though it's still in peer review right now.
Regardless of the exact meaning or the vibes here, I think that it's definitely a term of endearment, as eDIL says. These two are always calling each other by nicknames and diminutives, and it's one of the reasons I find their relationship so interesting to explore.
This has been: off-the-cuff medieval Irish discussions with your host, Finn Longman. Tune in next time An Táin Bot shows up on my feed with a line that I have feelings about, for more unsolicited opinions.
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Orlando Furioso di Ludovico Ariosto: la quaestio linguistica
Il 22 aprile 1516, presso l’editore Giovanni Mazocco, usciva a Ferrara la prima edizione dell’Orlando furioso, opera stilata da Ludovico Ariosto.
Orlando Furioso di Ludovico Ariosto
Nato a Reggio Emilia nel 1474, presso il ducato di Ferrara ricoprì svariate cariche amministrative e politiche. Morì nel 1533 a Ferrara.
L’opera fu oggetto fin da subito di un’intensa attività di revisione, un labor…
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Consider first the history of Western philosophy. As the classicist E. R. Dodds (who had read and absorbed his fellow classicist Frederic Myers) points out with respect to “Supernormal Phenomena in Classical Antiquity,” the philosophical and historiographical conundrums of precognition were already fully recognized in the ancient world: The paradox of the situation was recognized in antiquity:
Aristotle opens his discussion of the subject with the remark that it is difficult either to ignore the evidence or to believe it. Ostensible precognitions formed part of the accepted matter of history: the pages of nearly all ancient historians, from Herodotus to Ammianus Marcellinus, are full of omens, oracles, or precognitive dreams or visions. Yet how can an event in an as yet non-existent future casually determine an event in the present? This was already for Cicero, and even for his credulous brother, Quintus, the magnus quaestio, as it still is today.
There is a funny story here that is quite relevant to our discussion of broken lineages. Fritz Graf, a contemporary classics scholar of epigraphy and Greek religion, remembers meeting Dodds in the mid-1970s at his home in Oxford in order to present the esteemed historian with his own newly minted dissertation on Orpheus and Eleusis, both widely considered to be distant historical origin-points of our modern term “mysticism.” Dodds thanked Graf for his book, but then immediately added: “But I have no interest anymore in Greek religion. I am only interested in paranormal phenomena.”
-- Jeffrey J. Kripal, Authors of the Impossible: The Paranormal and the Sacred
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