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idkHow But They Found Me
The Gloom Town Tour
Milwaukee, WI (April 9 2024)
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Colleen had been sick with guilt over leaving Heather with Bette, but Ken and Bette ushered her out the door. The trip to Michigan had taken all day, but the friends passed the hours with stories and gossip. The real test began early the next morning when the group of interns toured a newish entertainment venue. The town wanted to beautify their city. Years of manufacturers polluting the town had taken its toll on the environment. Companies like Fitz Motor Company, General Simtors, and Simslyer had all had factories in the area at one point or another and when they left so had all the jobs. The city council wanted to change all that. As the sun burned higher in the sky, the smog moved in. It was so thick that breathing was difficult at times. Colleen took in the whole picture. Houses in dire need of some maintenance and TLC, old factory space that could be reworked into useful spaces, but it wasn't all doom and gloom - there were bright spots as well. The town had recently completed a recreation center on the site of the old mill and the cafe in the old train station had been revitalized. The gears in Colleen's head were already churning out possibilities.
#Gosnoll Ancestry#ts4 decades challenge#sims4#sims 4#sims 4 screenshots#sims 4 historical#ts4 historical#decades challenge#simerican#GA Gen 6#Colleen Gosnoll#GA 1980s
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A/N: For the @mysmecircuszine! Zen is my favourite, so I had to snag writing his interview piece since I didn’t get to snag his ship for the zine.
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Greetings, everyone. As you know, I, Fair Kang, like to bring you the hardest hitting news. However, in hard times, sometimes we all need a piece of good news. A piece of sunshine amongst the gloom. And what better sunshine than the mysterious RFA circus. Ever since the big tent rolled into town last month for their summer tour, its performers are all anyone talks about. Even my wife and mother have been swapping notes, and they never get along.
Fortunately, I snagged myself an invitation to their backstage, given to me by their enigmatic leader Rika. As long as I don’t get in their way, I’m allowed to ask as many questions as I want. What reporter would turn down the chance to clear the fog surrounding these alluring performers? Not this one.
So join me, dear readers, as I interview each performer, uncovering the secrets behind their performances and their hopes for the future. And if you can, come down later to watch their acts—I’ve seen the show three times now, and each time it’s more impressive than the last.
Fair Kang (FK): My next interview is with the fortune-teller Zen! He’s quite popular here, so I’ll try to make this a quick interview. I can already see the line outside your tent and I don’t want to start a riot.
Zen (Z): (Zen laughs). You’re exaggerating!
FK: I’m definitely not. Anyways, let’s get down to it with the most basic question: why did you join the circus? You’re a handsome man with a great personality, surely you could have found a better job?
Z: (Zen smiles) Thanks. I’m beautiful, I know, but unfortunately, I’m not that smart. I barely passed my tests. I dropped out of high school since there was no point in completing it. I’ve done some acting on the side, but I haven’t yet found a piece that speaks to me. In the meantime...well, we all need money. This looked like a good opportunity.
FK: A good opportunity?
Z: Yeah. There’re not many places that will hire a dropout. And even fewer ones that aren’t manual labour. I can’t do any of that work—I could get scarred and then I’ll have an even harder time getting a role. Besides, when Rika—she’s the ringmaster—found me and scouted me for the circus, I wasn’t sure I’d join. There’re lions here and I’m—achoo—allergic to cats. Even talking about them gives me hives. I thought acrobatics, but while I’m in shape, I’m not that flexible. And I’m not a clown.
FK: So, what changed your mind?
Z: Well, I sometimes have prophetic dreams. I know, it’s hard to believe. But it’s all true. I can see the future. I can’t control this gift properly though, so I can only see small chunks. However, I’ve found that tarot readings helps me organize these visions and find meaning in them. Rika noticed me doing that after I had a particularly strong one and suggested I set up a fortune-telling booth. I did and—wow. I get to meet so many people as I work, so many amazing, beautiful people with problems only I can solve. Young adults who seek love, old grandparents who want to know if they made the right choices in life, parents who worry about their children’s futures.
And I can help all of these people relax. Ease their minds. Just me.
FK: Sounds like you like it your position here! I never knew you could see the future. That must come in handy when you need to make a decision. Do these dreams help your readings?
Z: If only! (Zen laughs). These dreams are a little hard to understand sometimes. I have heard, though, that my fortunes almost always come true, so maybe they do help?
FK: I’m sure they do. Since you’re doing this while juggling your main job as an actor, how long do you think you’ll stay here?
Z: I’m not sure, actually. My acting is starting to pick up, but…I like this job too. I like the people I meet and help. I can handle both, I’m sure. At least for a few years.
FK: That’s a long time. You’ve already been with this group for two years. Now that you’ve done this for a while, I’m sure you’ve got the whole routine down perfectly. Did you get nervous when you first started?
Z: I still get nervous now. For part of the job, I have to hold my client’s hands, and, well, that sometimes makes me want to unleash my inner beast. (Zen winks).
FK: (FK laughs) Resist if you can! Is there any part of the circus you like best?
Z: Aside from my booth? Well…I’d have to say the acrobats. They are clearly the stars of the show. Like I said, I’m not flexible enough to be one, but if I had…well, the spotlight would never leave me. There’s this one acrobat who I like to watch practice sometimes. She’s not very good yet but she keeps trying. I want to check if she’ll do well but my dreams won’t show me her future and I haven’t yet asked to see her fortune.
FK: Oh? That sounds serious.
Z: Not really! It’s just a feeling I have. It might just be nothing.
FK: I see. Well, I hope things go well with her!
Z: Me too.
FK: Anyways, I can almost hear them bringing out the pitchforks and fire. I’ve kept you too long! Thanks for the interview. It was enlightening to learn more about you.
Z: It’s nothing! Seriously, it’s nothing much. It was fun talking to you! Come for a reading any time. (Zen winks). I’m sure your future is bright.
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Attention all superhero and horror fans!
We are excited to announce that Samantha Bryant will be a guest at Ret-Con 2023! Check out our Guest Q&A below to learn more about her novels, her biggest inspirations, and her recommendation on what to check out at Carolina Theater's Retro Film series this year.
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If someone was interested in your work, what would you recommend they check out first?
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Since my novels are a series, readers should definitely begin with Going Through the Change, the first one. You can meet Flygirl, Fuerte, Flamethrower, and The Lizard Woman when they were Jessica, Linda, Helen, and Patricia, before the resident mad scientist Cindy Liu stepped in to “help” and changed their lives forever. If you want to try on the series at a lower commitment, The Good Will Tour novella stands alone well, too.
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What is your most popular or best-reviewed work?
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Besides the Menopausal Superhero series, I also write short form horror. One of my most universally praised stories is “His Destroyer” in Slay: Stories of the Vampire Noire from Mocha Memoirs Press. It takes place during the 10th plague of Egypt, my Passover vampire story. It chilled me to write, and many readers find it disquieting. If you’re a horror fan, you should definitely check it out and all the other fine work in this unusual collection.
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What are you working on right now, and will it be out by Ret-Con (the last weekend of February 2023)?
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I’m writing the fifth and final novel in the Menopausal Superhero series. It won’t be out by Ret-Con, unfortunately, but readers can get the other four and the collection of shorts from Falstaff Books. Once I finish that, I’m excited to get back to my Gothic romance. I love trying on new genres and styles. Keeps the writing fun!
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Who or what are your influences or inspirations?
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My earliest influences were the tales of the Brothers Grimm and the Old Testament, mostly as recounted for me by my grandmother and great grandmother, who didn’t believe in sanitizing the stories for little Samantha. Later, I discovered Shirley Jackson. At the same time, I was reading comic books stolen from my uncles or bought in the used comic bin in my small-town bookstore and watching all the 1970s hero shows (and older ones in re-runs), with my dad. So, I’ve always had a mixture of horror and hero running through my literary veins.
I’ve been fortunate to have some great writing mentors in my life, too. Writer-teachers who gave freely of their time and energy in my college years, workshops through organizations and my public library, and countless supporters and friends found through convention life and publishing connections. I’ve been very lucky.
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What are you reading, watching, listening to, playing, or otherwise enjoying that you'd recommend to Ret-Con attendees or your own fans?
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I’m finally watching Supernatural. I know, I’m late to the party, but what a party it still is! I’m also finishing up some of the new speculative fiction programs out there: Stranger Things, Sandman, She-Hulk. On the big screen, I’m a devotee of the Retro Film Series at the Carolina Theatre in Durham. They’re having a Kaiju Quest this season!
I’m also an enthusiast of board games. Some recent favorites: Azul, Ascension (all the Ascension!), Gloom, Riftforce, Ticket to Ride, Lanterns, Qwirkle, Horrified, Forbidden Island. When I married my husband, I really leveled up in the games department. You should see our game hoard!
In terms of music, I have a teenager, and I let them choose what we listen to a lot of the time. Thanks to the kiddo, I’ve been getting into Will Wood (Dr. Sunshine is Dead). His music is sort of punk-klezmer. I’ve also been enjoying Penelope Scott (Lotta True Crime), and The Stupendium (The Fine Print). I’ve been revisiting Dolly Parton here lately, too. She’s still amazing. We could all do well by asking ourselves What Would Dolly do?
As for reading, I help run the classics book club at my library, so I read one classic novel a month. Recent choices were David Copperfield, Anna Karenina, and Sense and Sensibility. Otherwise, I try to keep up with some new releases, both on the indie and the mainstream front. Recent great reads: The Weight of Ink by Rachel Kadish, The Beautiful Ones by Sylvia Moreno Garcia, Akata Woman by Nnedi Okorafor, The Princess and the Peonies by Lucy Blue, and The Half Life of Ruby Fielding by Lydia Kang.
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I’m a nature enthusiast. Follow me on instagram (@samanthabwriter) for pictures of flowers, mushrooms, and other small beauties seen on my daily walks. Find me at Ret-Con to talk about Universal monsters, baking, superheroes, old movies, board games, books, and writing.
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Day 5: Dolphin Cruise and Beaches Excursion
On a very gray and drizzly early morning, we met our driver Michael from Mate Tours for a daylong excursion we had booked to explore some of the sights outside of Sydney. A three hour van ride brought us to our first stop at Jervis Bay for a dolphin watch cruise.
We were excited to be out in the water, even with the less than ideal weather. We did see a few dolphins doing their dolphin thing.
Next, we headed to Hyam’s Bay for an incredible Brazilian barbecue lunch. It continued to rain steadily for the next few hours but eventually cleared up. The gloom did not lessen the beauty of the surrounding white sand beaches we explored, though! We stuck our feet into the cold South Pacific and saw more dolphins swimming and playing in the turquoise waves.
It was a short "bush walk" the next beach, Greensfield. More of the same beauty.
We spent the final part of the afternoon enjoying a refreshment in the lovely town of Huskisson before the long drive back to Sydney.
We got back to the hotel a little after 8pm and enjoyed a late night dim sum at nearby Jimmy Chews. Next up: New Year’s Eve!
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( KIM TAEHYUNG, CIS MAN, 25, HE/HIM ) welcome to sunny los angeles, ALEXANDER “ALEX” PARK! we heard you’re quite ENERGETIC, but at the same time, you can be a little CHILDISH. i hope it doesn’t impact your job as a MUSICIAN too much. either way, kick your feet up! we’ll see you around town― especially at BOCA TACOS.
hello!! i’m c and i’m so excited to bring u all my chaotic pop punk kid... pls give this a like if you’d like to plot, or don’t hesitate to hmu first on discord for such! ♡
trigger warnings found: mention of pregnancy and miscarriage
PINTEREST || PLAYLIST || ABOUT SO IT GOES! || DISCOGRAPHY
BASICS
FULL NAME: Alexander Jacob Park
NICKNAMES: Alex, AJ
BIRTHDATE: July 28th, 1997
AGE: 25
ZODIAC SIGN: Leo
BIRTHPLACE: San Francisco, California
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual biromantic
GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis man, he/him
OCCUPATION: musician (frontman of So It Goes!)
MBTI: ESFP, the entertainer
ALIGNMENT: chaotic good
+POSITIVE TRAITS: confident, energetic, kind hearted, caring, charming
-NEGATIVE TRAITS: impulsive, reckless, childish, emotional, stubborn
BIO
Alex was born in San Francisco, California as the middle child of the Park-Kwon household. Two high school sweethearts that did nothing but provide the best they could for their kids: Alex lived a quiet, peaceful childhood, surrounded by love and support.
However... he also grew up becoming the “black sheep” of the family. His parents were respected doctors, and his siblings were book smart: Alex on the other hand... he was always getting in trouble, especially when his teenage years began. He was often found in detention, skipping classes, barely passing them. It’s safe to say that during this time, his relationship with his parents wasn’t as sweet as before.
While his siblings prepared to one day go to med school too... Alex had a very different passion: music. From a young age, he developed a love and interest for it. Asking for a guitar for Christmas when he just was 12 years old: after stumbling upon a Blink 182 video playing on tv, the moment his life changed forever when he found the solace he needed in pop punk music.
At 15 he started a pop punk band with his two childhood best friends that they called “So It Goes!”, his parents weren’t necessarily against his musical dreams: but they did have a hard time understanding them. Especially when no one in the family happened to be music inclined before. For as long as Alex can remember, he has always naturally stood from any crowd.. always the odd one out, but not necessarily in a bad way.
Still: his parents were supportive, deep inside hoping Alex would eventually get his shit together and pursue a career in the medical field too (spoiler: that never happened lmao).
So It Goes! began to gain local popularity, eventually expanding to an online following too. Till being discovered and signed by a label during their senior year of high school, prompting for them to move to L.A after graduation to pursue their dreams and start working on their debut album: Gloom Boy Season, that was released in September 2016.
Since debuting, So It Goes! become a favorite in the alternative/pop punk scene: having released 4 albums and 1 EP by now, and having toured around the world (also, a couple of Warped Tours on their bag). They aren’t My Chemical Romance or Green Day type of fame (yet)... but they have a core fanbase, and anyone who enjoys pop punk probably has heard their name before as one of the late 2010s bands to keep an eye on.
Oh yeah... I’m basing So It Goes! on one of my favorite bands aka Waterparks: in case you didn’t know who they were before, this is my time to shamelessly promo them and tell you to check out this banger for Alex’s band vibes.
ALSO CHECK OUT THIS POST FOR ALEX’S BAND (SO IT GOES!) ENTIRE DISCOGRAPHY!
If you were wondering about where his relationship with his parents stands now.. they’re okay now after he proved them that he Made It with his band and apparently “got his shit together” by it... they still don’t quite get him, but they love and support him which is what matters 😞 💓.
(tw pregnancy and miscarriage mention) Beginning 2018, Alex got into his purest and greatest relationship to date ( @scftglows ). Near their first anniversary, they found out she was expecting. They decided to keep the news to themselves and those closest to them until her belly was “noticeable enough” to tell the world: but unfortunately, Josie had a miscarriage during the first trimester. They tried to make the relationship work afterwards, but the pain was too much in the end, so they decided to call it quits instead in the summer of 2019: never revealing to the public the real reason behind the breakup.
Of course this caused Alex to spiral: first falling into a deep depression, then indulging in reckless behavior to try and numb the pain. Encouraged by his band mates to deal with it all in a “more healthy way”: he finally felt brave enough to go back into the studio and their saddest album to date (“Crying Over It All”) was released in late 2020.
Putting himself back into the spotlight and touring again was pretty scary at first: but being near the fans again and feeling/seeing all their support ultimately ended up being pretty healing, motivating him to quickly go back into the studio and releasing an album early this year (“Lowkey As Hell”), with another tour coming during the spring and summer.
The past couple of years have been A Lot, so after So It Goes!’ summer tour ended: Alex finally decided he needed a little rest (something he didn’t really have ever since his band debuted in 2016), which is what he’s been doing ever since he got back home two months ago: just enjoying and cherishing all this free time to take care of himself.
Though this moment of peace has been lowkey (highkey) disrupted now, after his label/management recently forced him to get into a PR relationship with band rival @nadinexluna in order to promote an upcoming summer festival the two will be headlining. (hoping you all brought your popcorn bc this will be Messy™)
Three years later and thanks to all the love and support from his family, friends and fans (and tons of therapy): Alex is doing way better now. The whole thing it’s still a really painful topic he never talks about, but he finally managed to go back to being his old, goofy self again ♡ (a little bit more mature tho).
PERSONALITY/HEADCANONS
Just your average Leo man™ who loves the attention. On a good day he’s too hyper for his own good: pretty impulsive so his energy is A Lot to deal with lmaoo (chaos for days). He can also come off as childish a lot of the times over the same thing, but he’s really kind hearted and would do anything for those he cares for... golden retriever energy. On a bad day: he just retreats from the world and doesn’t leave his apartment, since he tends to be pretty emotional and sometimes that gets the best of him.
Big comic book nerd! Marvel fanboy (his fave superhero of all time is Spiderman): has a huge funko pop collection, and he also loves to come up with his own characters and stories (another safe haven of his). He’s been able to use these skills for designing merch or the artwork for all of his band’s albums. One of his love languages is to gift lil comic books where his loved ones are the protagonists of the story.
Has a six year old female cat named Sally (yes, after that one Blink 182 song) that he adopted after he moved to L.A.
Loved Sk8r Boi by Avril Lavigne (forever his #1 love) as a kid so much that he became The Sk8r Boi... though it’s been a while since he properly skated, but he’s getting back to it so catch him wounded often lmao.
All he ever wants in life is to be like Tom DeLonge someday /: (without quitting his own band... u get it). Gerard Way is also one of his heroes bc well... music and comics, duh.
Landed a Travis Barker feature for his latest album and will never get over it
A lil bit of a himbo ngl
A hopeless romantic, falls in love too easily and has a new crush every week, which has caused problems throughout his life especially when it’s a “no strings attached” relationship, since he always catches feelings in the end and when they are not reciprocated that’s when he gets hurt /:
Loves to dye his hair and used to change it for every era his band had, the timeline was this: blue, blonde, black, red... but now that he got back home and he’s taking a break, he went back to natural (dark brown).
idk what else to add... but pls give us all the plots (some quick ideas: fans of his band, one night stands/former flings, a fwb -can go terribly wrong since he always catches feelings-, crushes -can be one sided from either side-, exes on bad terms bc he hurt them without rlly meaning to but it’s angsty and it all went terribly wrong and it’s been a while but it still hurts, an ex who hurt him and all the angsty songs are for them, fellow music/art friends, a muse, the possibilities are endless!!). if u made it to the end i thank u and salute u with a forehead kiss ♡
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Henford, 1881
Every day, when the twins returned home from school, Grace was sure to be at the door to greet Josie. While she had chores for the general upkeep of the mansion, her main job was still to be the right-hand servant of Ms. Josephine.
Augustus was quite jealous, if he was being honest - he was the heir to the property, so why was it his sister who got her own personal maid?! - but sll he ever did about it was shoot glares at the girls as he passed.
For the first week or so, Josie would take Grace on tours of the estate; although, it was primarily her favorite rooms in the house, like the game room.
On one evening not terribly long after Grace had come to live with the family, Josephine was walking her down the main upstairs hall, spiritedly telling her all about the history of the mansion.
"My great-grandfather was the one who founded not only this house, but the entire town of Henford!" she excitedly gushed. "Back then, it was just a little farming village. But, now, it's one of the fastest-growing communities in Nebraska, thanks to the work of my grandfather and father."
"Woah, that's amazing!" Grace replied, awed at Josie's impressive lineage. Both girls were so caught up in the conversation that they didn't notice the figure striding from the opposite direction.
Josie nodded. "Isn't it?! Father's quite the successful politician. He was mayor for a while, but now he's -"
She was cut off by Augustus' voice, annoyed and impatient. "Would you stop bragging about our family for once? A little less vanity would do you some good."
"And a little less nosiness would do you some good! We weren't even talking to you, you gibface."
"Oh, real ladylike, calling me ugly -"
"Foozler!"
"Would you shut up and let me -"
"Ratbag!"
"Stop with these stupid insults -"
"Flapdoodle!"
"You don't even know what half of these mean -"
"Blunderbuss!"
"Ugh! You're impossible!"
"I guess you're about to get a lot more insufferable now that you have your own little servant," the boy seethed, turning a burning glare to Grace.
She instantly shriveled back under its weight. "I-I'm s-sorry..."
"Oh, good, it seems like she's too timid to resort to pathetic insults. I think you should take a few notes, Josie."
Grace bit back tears as she shriveled even further back.
"Hey!" Josephine instantly jumped protectively in front of the maid, her hand on her hip and a scowl on her face. "I'll take all the insults you spew from that stupid, blabbering mouth of yours, but trying to vomit them all over Grace is too far."
Augustus seemed to realize that he'd crossed a line and somewhat sheepishly returned the focus of his bitterness and jealousy to Josephine; still, all Grace wanted to do for the rest of the argument was disappear.
When Augustus finally stormed away, Josephine did her best to cheer Grace up and assure her that he was an idiot who didn't know when to shut up. However, nothing she did could quite draw her out of her gloom; the only people on Earth who Grace was sure could've cheered her up were thousands of miles away.
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my interests!!
- johnnie guilbert
- jake webber
- fnaf
- leon kennedy
- sylvanian families
- shopkins
- my little pony
- cookieswirlc
- cogimyun
- ever after high
- monster high
- haikyuu
- my hero academia
- clone high
- danny gonzalez
- kurtis conner
- drew gooden
- total drama
- adventure time
- milly and molly
- south park
- bee and puppycat
- the road to red restaurants list
- song of the sea
- the little prince
- a town called panic
- anne with an e
- stranger things
- gilmore girls
- grossery gang
- mitski
- taylor swift
- her's
- mean girls
- bee and puppycat
- fantastic mr fox
- wolfychu
- emirichu
- gloom
- azzyland
- laurenzside
- let me explain studios
- theodd1sout
- jaidenanimations
- lavandertowne
- the office
- grand tour
- saiki k
- gossip girl
- community
- himym
- friends
- unicorno tokidoki
- domo kun
- invader zim
- matpat
- alex g
- mitski
- over the garden wall
- sally face
- markiplier
- attack on titan (but only season 1-3)
- mob psycho 100
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idkHow But They Found Me
The Gloom Town Tour Milwaukee, WI
April 9 2024
#drove 6 hours across 4 states to take this picture#idkhow but they found me#idkhow#dallon weekes#the gloom town tour#gloom town#live music#concert photos#wisconsin#april 2024#so tired rn i will fix my tags later
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Western civilization in any shape
Since the first point to be gained is to bring woman up out of the gloom where she has been left by centuries of ignorance and neglect, the touch upon her of Western civilization in any shape is an ally not to be lightly rated. At Constantinople as at no other place in Turkey Western civilization touches Eastern women. There they see and try to copy the dress of their Western sisters, although their taste is still such as to make the Constantinople market the sink into which fall all the rejected monstrosities of fashion which dealers in other cities would fain put out of the way. There too, the women arc quick to discover and appreciate the freedom of the Western order of society, although having none to teach them they are apt to regard freedom as license, and to seek to emulate it in ways original with themselves.
Not much can such vague movements stir enthusiasm of hope for these poor women. Yet one cannot avoid seeing that what the women of Constantinople get into their minds from abroad, slowly filters through the surrounding regions to affect the ideas and the life of distant towns. And one cannot fail to see too that a tendency to look Westward for light opens a door to women of the West who wish well to the women of the East. Because they come from the West they can win their confidence and help them to grow. The work of lifting the women of Asia into the place which their Creator designed them to occupy is a work which can be done by the women of Christendom. Let the pitifulness of the condition of Eastern women and the difficulty of reaching them combine with the grandeur of the possible success to lead the women of Christendom to see that this work is done city tour istanbul.
On visiting the cathedral attached to the Greek Patriarchate at Constantinople, the traveller is shown the throne occupied by the Patriarch on certain high feast days. It is a massive arm chair of some heavy wood richly coloured by age. The Greeks declare this to be the veritable throne used by St. Chrysostom when he was Bishop of Constantinople; a relic marvelously preserved for the comfort of the faithful through the vicissitudes of fifteen hundred years. Without committing one’s self to the claims of this comfortless seat, one may well admit their power to stir enthusiasm for a Church whose history includes the possibility of the truth of such a pedigree for this throne.
The Eastern Church
The Eastern Church has actually had bishops upon the Episcopal throne of the city, from Chrysostom down, in long and unbroken succession. Feuds of mingled political and theological origin shook the throne of the Byzantine empire long before it fell, but they could not shake the Church, for such feuds are mere incidents of its unbroken story. Turmoil and dissensions and anarchy have many times made the streets about St. Sophia slippery with the blood of priest and statesman; the great dome itself has echoed with the clash of arms and the angry shouts of zealous Christians; struggling mobs have swarmed over surrounding buildings and have taken possession of the leads of the holy place itself in order to hurl epithets and missiles, or to ply cudgel and knife in discussions of such questions of popular interest as the natures of Jesus Christ, the title of Mother of God for the Virgin Mary, and the propriety of using pictures or images in worship; bishops and Patriarchs unfortunate enough to poll a minority of the votes have been dragged from the place by the hair of the head, but through all of this noise and strife, orthodoxy has not been rent asunder nor lost its hold upon the people.
Today, as fifteen centuries ago, the Patriarch of Constantinople is the “ Ecumenical Patriarch of the Orthodox* Church,” if a creed is what feeds life. For his congregation is the lineal descendant of that of the Apostles. It is the one which was the convener of the great councils of all Christendom. Its liturgies and its theological writings are the veritable, untranslated words of the ancient Fathers of Christendom. Its care preserved to the world the principal codices of the New Testament, although to-day its clergy have to journey to St. Petersburg or Paris or London or Rome in order to look at these early tokens of the patient fidelity of its pious scribes.
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Western civilization in any shape
Since the first point to be gained is to bring woman up out of the gloom where she has been left by centuries of ignorance and neglect, the touch upon her of Western civilization in any shape is an ally not to be lightly rated. At Constantinople as at no other place in Turkey Western civilization touches Eastern women. There they see and try to copy the dress of their Western sisters, although their taste is still such as to make the Constantinople market the sink into which fall all the rejected monstrosities of fashion which dealers in other cities would fain put out of the way. There too, the women arc quick to discover and appreciate the freedom of the Western order of society, although having none to teach them they are apt to regard freedom as license, and to seek to emulate it in ways original with themselves.
Not much can such vague movements stir enthusiasm of hope for these poor women. Yet one cannot avoid seeing that what the women of Constantinople get into their minds from abroad, slowly filters through the surrounding regions to affect the ideas and the life of distant towns. And one cannot fail to see too that a tendency to look Westward for light opens a door to women of the West who wish well to the women of the East. Because they come from the West they can win their confidence and help them to grow. The work of lifting the women of Asia into the place which their Creator designed them to occupy is a work which can be done by the women of Christendom. Let the pitifulness of the condition of Eastern women and the difficulty of reaching them combine with the grandeur of the possible success to lead the women of Christendom to see that this work is done city tour istanbul.
On visiting the cathedral attached to the Greek Patriarchate at Constantinople, the traveller is shown the throne occupied by the Patriarch on certain high feast days. It is a massive arm chair of some heavy wood richly coloured by age. The Greeks declare this to be the veritable throne used by St. Chrysostom when he was Bishop of Constantinople; a relic marvelously preserved for the comfort of the faithful through the vicissitudes of fifteen hundred years. Without committing one’s self to the claims of this comfortless seat, one may well admit their power to stir enthusiasm for a Church whose history includes the possibility of the truth of such a pedigree for this throne.
The Eastern Church
The Eastern Church has actually had bishops upon the Episcopal throne of the city, from Chrysostom down, in long and unbroken succession. Feuds of mingled political and theological origin shook the throne of the Byzantine empire long before it fell, but they could not shake the Church, for such feuds are mere incidents of its unbroken story. Turmoil and dissensions and anarchy have many times made the streets about St. Sophia slippery with the blood of priest and statesman; the great dome itself has echoed with the clash of arms and the angry shouts of zealous Christians; struggling mobs have swarmed over surrounding buildings and have taken possession of the leads of the holy place itself in order to hurl epithets and missiles, or to ply cudgel and knife in discussions of such questions of popular interest as the natures of Jesus Christ, the title of Mother of God for the Virgin Mary, and the propriety of using pictures or images in worship; bishops and Patriarchs unfortunate enough to poll a minority of the votes have been dragged from the place by the hair of the head, but through all of this noise and strife, orthodoxy has not been rent asunder nor lost its hold upon the people.
Today, as fifteen centuries ago, the Patriarch of Constantinople is the “ Ecumenical Patriarch of the Orthodox* Church,” if a creed is what feeds life. For his congregation is the lineal descendant of that of the Apostles. It is the one which was the convener of the great councils of all Christendom. Its liturgies and its theological writings are the veritable, untranslated words of the ancient Fathers of Christendom. Its care preserved to the world the principal codices of the New Testament, although to-day its clergy have to journey to St. Petersburg or Paris or London or Rome in order to look at these early tokens of the patient fidelity of its pious scribes.
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Western civilization in any shape
Since the first point to be gained is to bring woman up out of the gloom where she has been left by centuries of ignorance and neglect, the touch upon her of Western civilization in any shape is an ally not to be lightly rated. At Constantinople as at no other place in Turkey Western civilization touches Eastern women. There they see and try to copy the dress of their Western sisters, although their taste is still such as to make the Constantinople market the sink into which fall all the rejected monstrosities of fashion which dealers in other cities would fain put out of the way. There too, the women arc quick to discover and appreciate the freedom of the Western order of society, although having none to teach them they are apt to regard freedom as license, and to seek to emulate it in ways original with themselves.
Not much can such vague movements stir enthusiasm of hope for these poor women. Yet one cannot avoid seeing that what the women of Constantinople get into their minds from abroad, slowly filters through the surrounding regions to affect the ideas and the life of distant towns. And one cannot fail to see too that a tendency to look Westward for light opens a door to women of the West who wish well to the women of the East. Because they come from the West they can win their confidence and help them to grow. The work of lifting the women of Asia into the place which their Creator designed them to occupy is a work which can be done by the women of Christendom. Let the pitifulness of the condition of Eastern women and the difficulty of reaching them combine with the grandeur of the possible success to lead the women of Christendom to see that this work is done city tour istanbul.
On visiting the cathedral attached to the Greek Patriarchate at Constantinople, the traveller is shown the throne occupied by the Patriarch on certain high feast days. It is a massive arm chair of some heavy wood richly coloured by age. The Greeks declare this to be the veritable throne used by St. Chrysostom when he was Bishop of Constantinople; a relic marvelously preserved for the comfort of the faithful through the vicissitudes of fifteen hundred years. Without committing one’s self to the claims of this comfortless seat, one may well admit their power to stir enthusiasm for a Church whose history includes the possibility of the truth of such a pedigree for this throne.
The Eastern Church
The Eastern Church has actually had bishops upon the Episcopal throne of the city, from Chrysostom down, in long and unbroken succession. Feuds of mingled political and theological origin shook the throne of the Byzantine empire long before it fell, but they could not shake the Church, for such feuds are mere incidents of its unbroken story. Turmoil and dissensions and anarchy have many times made the streets about St. Sophia slippery with the blood of priest and statesman; the great dome itself has echoed with the clash of arms and the angry shouts of zealous Christians; struggling mobs have swarmed over surrounding buildings and have taken possession of the leads of the holy place itself in order to hurl epithets and missiles, or to ply cudgel and knife in discussions of such questions of popular interest as the natures of Jesus Christ, the title of Mother of God for the Virgin Mary, and the propriety of using pictures or images in worship; bishops and Patriarchs unfortunate enough to poll a minority of the votes have been dragged from the place by the hair of the head, but through all of this noise and strife, orthodoxy has not been rent asunder nor lost its hold upon the people.
Today, as fifteen centuries ago, the Patriarch of Constantinople is the “ Ecumenical Patriarch of the Orthodox* Church,” if a creed is what feeds life. For his congregation is the lineal descendant of that of the Apostles. It is the one which was the convener of the great councils of all Christendom. Its liturgies and its theological writings are the veritable, untranslated words of the ancient Fathers of Christendom. Its care preserved to the world the principal codices of the New Testament, although to-day its clergy have to journey to St. Petersburg or Paris or London or Rome in order to look at these early tokens of the patient fidelity of its pious scribes.
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Photo
Western civilization in any shape
Since the first point to be gained is to bring woman up out of the gloom where she has been left by centuries of ignorance and neglect, the touch upon her of Western civilization in any shape is an ally not to be lightly rated. At Constantinople as at no other place in Turkey Western civilization touches Eastern women. There they see and try to copy the dress of their Western sisters, although their taste is still such as to make the Constantinople market the sink into which fall all the rejected monstrosities of fashion which dealers in other cities would fain put out of the way. There too, the women arc quick to discover and appreciate the freedom of the Western order of society, although having none to teach them they are apt to regard freedom as license, and to seek to emulate it in ways original with themselves.
Not much can such vague movements stir enthusiasm of hope for these poor women. Yet one cannot avoid seeing that what the women of Constantinople get into their minds from abroad, slowly filters through the surrounding regions to affect the ideas and the life of distant towns. And one cannot fail to see too that a tendency to look Westward for light opens a door to women of the West who wish well to the women of the East. Because they come from the West they can win their confidence and help them to grow. The work of lifting the women of Asia into the place which their Creator designed them to occupy is a work which can be done by the women of Christendom. Let the pitifulness of the condition of Eastern women and the difficulty of reaching them combine with the grandeur of the possible success to lead the women of Christendom to see that this work is done city tour istanbul.
On visiting the cathedral attached to the Greek Patriarchate at Constantinople, the traveller is shown the throne occupied by the Patriarch on certain high feast days. It is a massive arm chair of some heavy wood richly coloured by age. The Greeks declare this to be the veritable throne used by St. Chrysostom when he was Bishop of Constantinople; a relic marvelously preserved for the comfort of the faithful through the vicissitudes of fifteen hundred years. Without committing one’s self to the claims of this comfortless seat, one may well admit their power to stir enthusiasm for a Church whose history includes the possibility of the truth of such a pedigree for this throne.
The Eastern Church
The Eastern Church has actually had bishops upon the Episcopal throne of the city, from Chrysostom down, in long and unbroken succession. Feuds of mingled political and theological origin shook the throne of the Byzantine empire long before it fell, but they could not shake the Church, for such feuds are mere incidents of its unbroken story. Turmoil and dissensions and anarchy have many times made the streets about St. Sophia slippery with the blood of priest and statesman; the great dome itself has echoed with the clash of arms and the angry shouts of zealous Christians; struggling mobs have swarmed over surrounding buildings and have taken possession of the leads of the holy place itself in order to hurl epithets and missiles, or to ply cudgel and knife in discussions of such questions of popular interest as the natures of Jesus Christ, the title of Mother of God for the Virgin Mary, and the propriety of using pictures or images in worship; bishops and Patriarchs unfortunate enough to poll a minority of the votes have been dragged from the place by the hair of the head, but through all of this noise and strife, orthodoxy has not been rent asunder nor lost its hold upon the people.
Today, as fifteen centuries ago, the Patriarch of Constantinople is the “ Ecumenical Patriarch of the Orthodox* Church,” if a creed is what feeds life. For his congregation is the lineal descendant of that of the Apostles. It is the one which was the convener of the great councils of all Christendom. Its liturgies and its theological writings are the veritable, untranslated words of the ancient Fathers of Christendom. Its care preserved to the world the principal codices of the New Testament, although to-day its clergy have to journey to St. Petersburg or Paris or London or Rome in order to look at these early tokens of the patient fidelity of its pious scribes.
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Photo
Western civilization in any shape
Since the first point to be gained is to bring woman up out of the gloom where she has been left by centuries of ignorance and neglect, the touch upon her of Western civilization in any shape is an ally not to be lightly rated. At Constantinople as at no other place in Turkey Western civilization touches Eastern women. There they see and try to copy the dress of their Western sisters, although their taste is still such as to make the Constantinople market the sink into which fall all the rejected monstrosities of fashion which dealers in other cities would fain put out of the way. There too, the women arc quick to discover and appreciate the freedom of the Western order of society, although having none to teach them they are apt to regard freedom as license, and to seek to emulate it in ways original with themselves.
Not much can such vague movements stir enthusiasm of hope for these poor women. Yet one cannot avoid seeing that what the women of Constantinople get into their minds from abroad, slowly filters through the surrounding regions to affect the ideas and the life of distant towns. And one cannot fail to see too that a tendency to look Westward for light opens a door to women of the West who wish well to the women of the East. Because they come from the West they can win their confidence and help them to grow. The work of lifting the women of Asia into the place which their Creator designed them to occupy is a work which can be done by the women of Christendom. Let the pitifulness of the condition of Eastern women and the difficulty of reaching them combine with the grandeur of the possible success to lead the women of Christendom to see that this work is done city tour istanbul.
On visiting the cathedral attached to the Greek Patriarchate at Constantinople, the traveller is shown the throne occupied by the Patriarch on certain high feast days. It is a massive arm chair of some heavy wood richly coloured by age. The Greeks declare this to be the veritable throne used by St. Chrysostom when he was Bishop of Constantinople; a relic marvelously preserved for the comfort of the faithful through the vicissitudes of fifteen hundred years. Without committing one’s self to the claims of this comfortless seat, one may well admit their power to stir enthusiasm for a Church whose history includes the possibility of the truth of such a pedigree for this throne.
The Eastern Church
The Eastern Church has actually had bishops upon the Episcopal throne of the city, from Chrysostom down, in long and unbroken succession. Feuds of mingled political and theological origin shook the throne of the Byzantine empire long before it fell, but they could not shake the Church, for such feuds are mere incidents of its unbroken story. Turmoil and dissensions and anarchy have many times made the streets about St. Sophia slippery with the blood of priest and statesman; the great dome itself has echoed with the clash of arms and the angry shouts of zealous Christians; struggling mobs have swarmed over surrounding buildings and have taken possession of the leads of the holy place itself in order to hurl epithets and missiles, or to ply cudgel and knife in discussions of such questions of popular interest as the natures of Jesus Christ, the title of Mother of God for the Virgin Mary, and the propriety of using pictures or images in worship; bishops and Patriarchs unfortunate enough to poll a minority of the votes have been dragged from the place by the hair of the head, but through all of this noise and strife, orthodoxy has not been rent asunder nor lost its hold upon the people.
Today, as fifteen centuries ago, the Patriarch of Constantinople is the “ Ecumenical Patriarch of the Orthodox* Church,” if a creed is what feeds life. For his congregation is the lineal descendant of that of the Apostles. It is the one which was the convener of the great councils of all Christendom. Its liturgies and its theological writings are the veritable, untranslated words of the ancient Fathers of Christendom. Its care preserved to the world the principal codices of the New Testament, although to-day its clergy have to journey to St. Petersburg or Paris or London or Rome in order to look at these early tokens of the patient fidelity of its pious scribes.
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Photo
Western civilization in any shape
Since the first point to be gained is to bring woman up out of the gloom where she has been left by centuries of ignorance and neglect, the touch upon her of Western civilization in any shape is an ally not to be lightly rated. At Constantinople as at no other place in Turkey Western civilization touches Eastern women. There they see and try to copy the dress of their Western sisters, although their taste is still such as to make the Constantinople market the sink into which fall all the rejected monstrosities of fashion which dealers in other cities would fain put out of the way. There too, the women arc quick to discover and appreciate the freedom of the Western order of society, although having none to teach them they are apt to regard freedom as license, and to seek to emulate it in ways original with themselves.
Not much can such vague movements stir enthusiasm of hope for these poor women. Yet one cannot avoid seeing that what the women of Constantinople get into their minds from abroad, slowly filters through the surrounding regions to affect the ideas and the life of distant towns. And one cannot fail to see too that a tendency to look Westward for light opens a door to women of the West who wish well to the women of the East. Because they come from the West they can win their confidence and help them to grow. The work of lifting the women of Asia into the place which their Creator designed them to occupy is a work which can be done by the women of Christendom. Let the pitifulness of the condition of Eastern women and the difficulty of reaching them combine with the grandeur of the possible success to lead the women of Christendom to see that this work is done city tour istanbul.
On visiting the cathedral attached to the Greek Patriarchate at Constantinople, the traveller is shown the throne occupied by the Patriarch on certain high feast days. It is a massive arm chair of some heavy wood richly coloured by age. The Greeks declare this to be the veritable throne used by St. Chrysostom when he was Bishop of Constantinople; a relic marvelously preserved for the comfort of the faithful through the vicissitudes of fifteen hundred years. Without committing one’s self to the claims of this comfortless seat, one may well admit their power to stir enthusiasm for a Church whose history includes the possibility of the truth of such a pedigree for this throne.
The Eastern Church
The Eastern Church has actually had bishops upon the Episcopal throne of the city, from Chrysostom down, in long and unbroken succession. Feuds of mingled political and theological origin shook the throne of the Byzantine empire long before it fell, but they could not shake the Church, for such feuds are mere incidents of its unbroken story. Turmoil and dissensions and anarchy have many times made the streets about St. Sophia slippery with the blood of priest and statesman; the great dome itself has echoed with the clash of arms and the angry shouts of zealous Christians; struggling mobs have swarmed over surrounding buildings and have taken possession of the leads of the holy place itself in order to hurl epithets and missiles, or to ply cudgel and knife in discussions of such questions of popular interest as the natures of Jesus Christ, the title of Mother of God for the Virgin Mary, and the propriety of using pictures or images in worship; bishops and Patriarchs unfortunate enough to poll a minority of the votes have been dragged from the place by the hair of the head, but through all of this noise and strife, orthodoxy has not been rent asunder nor lost its hold upon the people.
Today, as fifteen centuries ago, the Patriarch of Constantinople is the “ Ecumenical Patriarch of the Orthodox* Church,” if a creed is what feeds life. For his congregation is the lineal descendant of that of the Apostles. It is the one which was the convener of the great councils of all Christendom. Its liturgies and its theological writings are the veritable, untranslated words of the ancient Fathers of Christendom. Its care preserved to the world the principal codices of the New Testament, although to-day its clergy have to journey to St. Petersburg or Paris or London or Rome in order to look at these early tokens of the patient fidelity of its pious scribes.
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Photo
Western civilization in any shape
Since the first point to be gained is to bring woman up out of the gloom where she has been left by centuries of ignorance and neglect, the touch upon her of Western civilization in any shape is an ally not to be lightly rated. At Constantinople as at no other place in Turkey Western civilization touches Eastern women. There they see and try to copy the dress of their Western sisters, although their taste is still such as to make the Constantinople market the sink into which fall all the rejected monstrosities of fashion which dealers in other cities would fain put out of the way. There too, the women arc quick to discover and appreciate the freedom of the Western order of society, although having none to teach them they are apt to regard freedom as license, and to seek to emulate it in ways original with themselves.
Not much can such vague movements stir enthusiasm of hope for these poor women. Yet one cannot avoid seeing that what the women of Constantinople get into their minds from abroad, slowly filters through the surrounding regions to affect the ideas and the life of distant towns. And one cannot fail to see too that a tendency to look Westward for light opens a door to women of the West who wish well to the women of the East. Because they come from the West they can win their confidence and help them to grow. The work of lifting the women of Asia into the place which their Creator designed them to occupy is a work which can be done by the women of Christendom. Let the pitifulness of the condition of Eastern women and the difficulty of reaching them combine with the grandeur of the possible success to lead the women of Christendom to see that this work is done city tour istanbul.
On visiting the cathedral attached to the Greek Patriarchate at Constantinople, the traveller is shown the throne occupied by the Patriarch on certain high feast days. It is a massive arm chair of some heavy wood richly coloured by age. The Greeks declare this to be the veritable throne used by St. Chrysostom when he was Bishop of Constantinople; a relic marvelously preserved for the comfort of the faithful through the vicissitudes of fifteen hundred years. Without committing one’s self to the claims of this comfortless seat, one may well admit their power to stir enthusiasm for a Church whose history includes the possibility of the truth of such a pedigree for this throne.
The Eastern Church
The Eastern Church has actually had bishops upon the Episcopal throne of the city, from Chrysostom down, in long and unbroken succession. Feuds of mingled political and theological origin shook the throne of the Byzantine empire long before it fell, but they could not shake the Church, for such feuds are mere incidents of its unbroken story. Turmoil and dissensions and anarchy have many times made the streets about St. Sophia slippery with the blood of priest and statesman; the great dome itself has echoed with the clash of arms and the angry shouts of zealous Christians; struggling mobs have swarmed over surrounding buildings and have taken possession of the leads of the holy place itself in order to hurl epithets and missiles, or to ply cudgel and knife in discussions of such questions of popular interest as the natures of Jesus Christ, the title of Mother of God for the Virgin Mary, and the propriety of using pictures or images in worship; bishops and Patriarchs unfortunate enough to poll a minority of the votes have been dragged from the place by the hair of the head, but through all of this noise and strife, orthodoxy has not been rent asunder nor lost its hold upon the people.
Today, as fifteen centuries ago, the Patriarch of Constantinople is the “ Ecumenical Patriarch of the Orthodox* Church,” if a creed is what feeds life. For his congregation is the lineal descendant of that of the Apostles. It is the one which was the convener of the great councils of all Christendom. Its liturgies and its theological writings are the veritable, untranslated words of the ancient Fathers of Christendom. Its care preserved to the world the principal codices of the New Testament, although to-day its clergy have to journey to St. Petersburg or Paris or London or Rome in order to look at these early tokens of the patient fidelity of its pious scribes.
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