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Dead Poets Society

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theladwhoisweird · 1 month

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"How much Joe pay you?" Nah, he's "poor" like you said, remember? Therefore, it's just work of passion out of compassion for him. We do this for free cause he doesn't deserves all your bull sheets. LEAVE. HIM. ALONE.

I'm not his enabler, just merely his child, merely his defender.

You can hate him or don't like him as boyfriend but getting too far and dehumanizing him and mocking his fans who truly care for him.

He's not a criminal that you need to shoot and he's not actually a bad boyfriend who locked her in the basement. Bad break-up, yes but he's not a villain as you're trying to paint him.

You, Sw*ft*es, brought this up cause we actually want to move on but you keep dragging his name next to Mom Tay's all over and over. I thought it's already done but why are you here at Dad Joe's.

You could be a TAYVIS stan as much as you want without hating some former lover and juxtapositioning someone else's name.

Dad Joe is his own person now and being a jerk psychopath towards won't make you the best fan but rather the most f'ck up minion. Threatening someone's life because you hate them is so inhumanely soulless behavior.

You say that you hate him but why are you still here "OBSESSING" with him?

He can live and continue his private quiet life even someone released a break up album about him. He still deserve to live.

DO SOMETHING, you, mom @taylorswift

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moviesandmania · 2 months

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FOLLOW THE DEAD (2018) Comedy horror - free to watch on YouTube

‘We get the monsters we deserve’ Follow the Dead is a 2020 Irish comedy horror film in which four millennials in rural Ireland can’t discern fake news from real. Viral videos seem to show the fall of Dublin at the hands of the undead. Has a dependent lifestyle left them too naive to weather their fate? The movie was written, produced and directed by Adam William Cahill. The Wild Stag Productions…

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lajicarita · 2 years

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Santa Fe County Pays Millions of Taxpayer Dollars for Wrongful Death Settlements

In November of 2019 two inmates at the Santa Fe County Adult Detention Facility died due to the negligence of the medical and guard staff. Both Carmela DeVargas, 34, and Rex Corcoran, 34, were at the facility for violations of their probation (missed appointments). Both were addicts. Neither deserved to die. Rex Corcoran, Jr. and Carmela DeVargas Yesterday, September 27, Carmela’s father,…

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historia-vitae-magistras · 11 months

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The Danegeld Axe

Part Four: Assets

First Installment: Here. Last Installment: Here. Current Installment: You are here! Next Installment: Here.

Author's note: Inspired by the 1950s short story "The Man Who Came Early" by Poul Anderson. This installment of the Viking-time-travel au sees government employees being stupid, Matthew Williams being less stupid and Arthur Kirkland finally snapping.

21st Century Washington DC Diplomatic Security Service

"Does the name Kirkland mean anything to you?"

"Costco brand home goods?" He grinned and slid a cup of shitty coffee to his executive branch counterpart. “Yeah, some aquaintance of my primary asset.”

“He’s your asset’s father, as far as anyone can tell.”

“Is that how they’re related? Huh. Good to know. The name has come up here and there.”

“Didn’t they tell you?”

“They don’t tell me shit. Everyone knows this is a cushy post. Keep the genius on board and try to keep his tinkering budget below world-ending for a couple of years. Do that, get one of the prestige posts overseas. Boom, career made. Jones hasn’t done anything but cooperate since I got here. What else did I need to know?”

“Yeah, well, he’s a well-connected genius. The father is old world money. And I mean old. The kind of money that's been bulking up interest since the crusades.”

"Jesus. Why do you ask?"

"He got wind you were looking for his other kid before he went missing."

“Matthew Williams was old European money? You’re not serious. He did grass with homeless guys in Stanley Park and drove a 78 Chevy. Everyone knows Alfred has got the brains and business sense.”

"As best anyone can tell, Alfred was probably conceived in Kirkland's navy days.”

Corcoran snorted. “Half of Boston is a Fleet Week baby.”

“Not an English fleet week, baby. No one knows. Williams was probably from Halifax or Arctic Command, maybe. No one knows their mother, if she's even the same one. They don’t live like old money, but the Kirklands spend way too much time around Downing Street to be nobodies, though.“

"There are more than one?”

“Three brothers at least. Unconfirmed but suspected sister somewhere in the mix.”

"So?"

"So tread carefully is all I'm saying. You’ve just lost his other kid on the ISS. And he’s bound to find out eventually.”

“I did what?”

British Embassy Washington D.C.

“What did you find?” Arthur sprang to his feet as soon as Matthew passed through the door. He hadn’t even gotten the fucking key out of the door before his father sprung on him.

“Nothing. Not a fucking thing. His place is in its usual state when he’s up there.” Complete chaos. Matt pressed his fingers into his temple, and the executive office and the state department were completely normal. Everything is normal. Nothing looks wrong. No one said anything. Nothing on the computers, nothing in the records.”

"Is your access still that high?”

“Of course not,” Matt snorted. “As far as the US government knows, I’ve been dead for about a year. I just use Alfred’s third set of back-ups.”

“How on earth—”

“Last time I took a northwoods sabbatical.”

“You mean the last time you had a mental breakdown and spent three months in the woods eating possum liver?"

“I prefer racoons thank you, and…” Matthew rubbed the back of his neck, preparing for the backlash. “Well, that was the second to last time.”

“What?” His father’s face was instantly furious and even more worrying, his father was concerned. “Matthew!”

He wasn’t having it. Not today. “I’m fine. I’m not the one missing from this mortal fucking plane. Point is, as far as the US government is concerned, I don’t exist.”

His father’s brain was working, his worry between Matthew standing before him and his firstborn clearly in conflict. Not on his face, never on his face, but Matthew knew what the slight flex of one hand meant. Alfred won. He always won. “And there’s no chance of them noticing? All that you’ve been doing?”

“What do you think?” Matthew snapped as he collapsed in a chair, and as fast as his temper had flared, it was gone. He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, feeling sick where there’d been a fire a moment ago. “Sorry.”

Arthur approached gently. “You didn’t sense anything?”

“Nothing.” He pressed his palms into his eyes. “Not a fucking thing. I woke up two nights ago feeling like this and it hasn’t changed.” The sick, cold feeling was back. It was like missing organs, or his skin, or half of himself. Maybe more than half of himself.

“You should sleep. You haven’t since I arrived.”

“I can’t sleep! I need answers.”

“We can’t get answers if you collapse on me. And we will get answers.” Matt hadn’t cried so far, but Arthur pushed his hair off his face and tapped him under the jaw in that affectionate ‘chin up, lad’ sort of way, and he couldn’t stop himself. His eyes itched, but he would not cry. Instead, he buried his face in his father’s shoulder, pressing his forehead hard enough to hurt. It was pathetic. He was grown. But he couldn't bring himself to care. Alfred was lost, and his entire body felt so wrong, with only his frosted fields and forests and none of the blast of noise and life that was his brother.

“You know what? Fuck this. I brought your good knife. Let's get answers.”

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popentertainment-moviereviews · 7 months

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THE SWEET EAST (2023)

Starring Talia Ryder, Earl Cave, Simon Rex, Ayo Edebiri, Jeremy O. Harris, Jacob Elordi, Rish Shah, Gibby Haynes, Andy Milonakis, Nichole Byron, Jordan Nessinger, Jack Irv, Khalil Amonette, Cameron Andre, Betsey Brown, Jonathan Daniel Brown, Peter Buntaine, Kaili Corcoran, Volkan Eryaman, Adam Friedland, Jamie Granato and Emmy Harrington.

Screenplay by Nick Pinkerton.

Directed by Sean Price Williams.

Distributed by Utopia. 104 minutes. Not Rated.

Screened at the 2023 Philadelphia Film Festival.

The Sweet East is certainly interesting, exciting and complex, with lots of action and some very funny dialogue and situations. So why didn’t I like it more than I did?

It tells the story of Lillian (Talia Ryder), a very pretty high school student who is on a trip to Washington DC with her class and her boyfriend. She’s obviously having a terrible time – she’s fighting with her boyfriend and her classmates are kind of asses – and when a gunman walks into a club they are at she is able to escape.

She takes this opportunity to not only escape the gunman, but to escape her old life. She impulsively runs off with a bunch of punks she met at the club, starting a voyage where she slips from adventure to adventure, with lots of different people, and tries to reinvent herself.

She runs across all sorts of bad men (and women) from all ends of the spectrum – party animals, Q-Anon followers, anarchist punks, neo-Nazis, pretentious indie filmmakers, a British film heartthrob, kidnappers, gay jihadists, even an ostentatious preacher (who is played by Gibby Haynes, lead singer of the Butthole Surfers, of all people…).

The Sweet East is the first directing job by Sean Price Williams, who has long been a well-respected cinematographer. (Previous films he lensed like Golden Exits and Her Smell played during previous years at the Philadelphia Film Festival.) Williams has worked previously with the Safdie Brothers – but thankfully had nothing to do with their biggest hit, Uncut Gems, because I cannot stress enough how much I HATED that film.

However, while The Sweet East is certainly better than that movie, it has the same basic problem. None of its characters are even the tiniest bit likable. In fact, most are assholes.

Well, except perhaps for Lillian. Not that she is particularly nice either, but honestly, she’s an empty slate throughout. She seems to have no real belief system herself, except for survival mode. She fits in with all the weird and dangerous people she runs across naturally, using her charm to seem much nicer than she is. She doesn’t appear to buy into their extreme beliefs, but she never really counters them either, except for occasionally in a teasing manner. However, she is also selfish and thoughtless and uncaring of people’s feelings – there is a running gag of people chiding her for repeatedly using the term “retarded” derogatorily, and that is just one small example of her deep anti-social streak.

Lillian just floats like a leaf in the wind from one situation to another, no matter how potentially disastrous. She is all about herself. She uses her obvious beauty and a teasing sexual tension to extract what she can from these people, and then she is off to the next thing. And a wake of bedlam follows behind her.

Many of them, despite their often-abhorrent beliefs, may not even deserve the crap that she dumps on them in her quest for personal freedom. Take Lawrence (Simon Rex), who is a neo-Nazi college professor. And yes, his involvement in this cause – apparently, he’s deeply involved in a potential terrorist plot – makes it hard to feel that much sympathy for him.

However, just towards her, Lawrence is kind and doting and frankly wrapped around her little finger. He sometimes drops his hate speech into casual conversation, and she mostly ignores or dismisses it, but he gives her a place to live, buys her clothes, food, and takes her on an expensive trip, all because she asked for it or teased him. And yes, he’s way too old to be lusting after this young girl, but he is courtly in his feelings towards her. He doesn’t touch her and probably never would. However, she rips him off and leaves him for dead with his neo-Nazi cohorts.

Does he deserve it? Maybe. Probably, even. But who is she to make this decision? Particularly considering she never appears to really use the money she took, and that money leads to the deaths of several completely uninvolved people.

In fact, interestingly, those deaths – which make up the one true over-the-top “action-packed” sequence of the film – happens only about 2/3 of the way through the film. It’s obviously meant to be the show-stopper sequence – even though the violence is somewhat cartoonish – but it also points out how little action happens throughout the rest of the film. Don’t get me wrong, Lillian gets herself into a whole bunch of crazy problems with crazy people throughout the running time, but most of it seems a lot more muted.

Then the final shot in the film of Lillian – her reaction to a television report on a tragic occurrence which may or may not have involved people from her past – just makes the character even more inscrutable. Just like everyone else she has met in the film, the audience has no idea what the hell is really going on inside her head.

It’s certainly possible to make a good film with bad people, but The Sweet East feels like it is working so hard to be a hip and quirky cult film that it forgot to actually tell a story that people can care about.

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Band of 107th U.S. Colored Infantry at Fort Corcoran, Arlington, Va. holding saxhorn brass valve instruments. These saxhorns were the type of instruments played at the funeral of African Civil War hero and Captain Andre Cailloux. Many of the instruments were played over the shoulder to play to the army following the band. Instruments today face forward and bands can be in the middle or back of a procession.

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Smith, William Morris, photographer

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1865

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zpl1nt3r3d-b0n3-zhardz · 3 months

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hello! im currently trying to find a name, and i saw your recent posts about name help. so here i am.

short-mid length masc/neu names are preferred, but i dont really mind either way

if its any inspiration, the names i like so far are cain, corvid and zachary (in order of most liked to least liked). i like them all, but none of them really "click", if that makes sense.

thanks for your time.

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scribblesartcollective · 1 year

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Lois Mailou Jones was born in Boston, Massachusetts. Her parents, a cosmetologist and a lawyer, encouraged her interest in art from childhood. While always a Bostonian at heart, she did do much of her growing up in Cape Cod at Martha's Vineyard where her parents bought a house. There, she would meet great influences on her life. Artist, Meta Warrick Fuller, Novelist Dorothy West, and Composer, Harry T Burleigh. And with such a pedigree as her influences, she could only be destined for great things.

She attended the High School of Practical Arts in Boston and took night classes at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts through a scholarship. Her first exhibition, was at just seventeen, in Martha's Vineyard. She was also apprenticed to costume designer Grace Ripley, and this sparkled her interest and influence by African masks.

She continued studying at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, studying design and winning a scholarship and also took night courses at MassArt, then called the Boston Normal Art School, while working toward her degree. She graduated and went on to get her graduate degree from the Design Art School of Boston. Then later, in 1928, the shift happened. She attended Howard University, and began to focus on painting.

A life longer learner, she never stopped going to school. She took classes and earned more degrees throughout her life.

She began teaching soon after finishing college (the first one), but the director of the Boston Museum School refused to hire her because she was a black woman. In 1928 she was hired by Charlotte Hawkins Brown to teach at the newly formed art department at Palmer Memorial Institute, a black prep school in North Carolina.

If it wasn't clear already that Lois was renaissance person, while teaching at the prep school, she also taught folk dance, coached basketball, and played piano during church services. But soon she was off to Washington DC. Recruited by James Vernon Herring to join the Art Department at Howard University. She would stay there as a professor of both design and watercolor until her retirement in 1977.

Through the 1930s she sough recognition. She began to exhibit her works with the William E Harmon Foundation. The first piece, a simple charcoal drawing of a young black man, entitled Negro Youth (1929). She spent time in Harlem as the Harlem Renaissance began. By this time she had been a designer, leaned into portraiture, and now began to meld the two disciplines. A unique style began to develop that was all her own.

In 1937, Lois received a fellowship to study in Paris, France at the Académie Julian. In that year abroad she produced 40 paintings, watercolor and en plein air. Two pieces were selected for exhibition at the Salon de Printemps at the Société des Artists Fraçais. Like many black artist that traveled abroad, Lois fell in love with France where she felt more free and more accepted. She would extend her time abroad and travel to Italy, but she did return the US following. She traveled often to France, staying with her colleague and friend, Céline Marie Tabary. They no doubt influenced each other's work, but Lois was also influenced by the culture around her, and it's visible in her work from the geometry of her shapes to her use of color.

In 1941, Lois would enter a painting into the Corcoran Gallery's anuual competition. At this time in history, black Americans were not allowed to submit their own art. So, she had a colleague at Howard University, Tabary submit it for her in order to get around the rule. For her piece, Indian Shops Gay Head, Massachusetts, she won the Robert Woods Bliss Award. Though, just as she could not submit her own work, she also could not pick up her own reward. But Tarbary would do this for her as well. These difficulties did not deter Lois. She only dug her heels in and kept working.

She worked alongside and within the Négritude movement. Her work the visual for the primarily literary movement. For example, her piece, Parisian Beggar Woman was completed with text from Langston Hughs.

Back in 1934, Lois met Lois Vergniaud Pierre-Noel while she was a student in Columbia University. A prominent Haitian artist, they corresponded for nearly twenty years before marrying in the South of France in 1953. From here, her frequent trips to Haiti would great influence her work. In 1954 the Haitian government invited her to paint the people and landscapes of Haiti, and she returned to the country often as well as to France. The works she produced between the mid 50's and mid 60's are among her most prominent and well know works. As time went on, she was still extremely prolific and her style only becoming more colorful and more seamless in it's blending of Post-Impressionist, African and textile-like design. In 1990, The Meridian International Center with the help of Lois, created an exhibition that toured the US for several years. While this was not her first exhibition or her first solo exhibition, this was the first that garnered national attention. While her skill was incredible, she did not paint what was in vogue for black artists. Despite this lack of appreciation, her work is in museums all over the world. From Haiti, to the White House. Lois would die in 1998 at her home in Washington DC at the age of 92. While history has done Lois a disservice, she was so prolific that's easy to see her work today. And it truly is incredible. All her influences filtered through her into something unique and challenging. If you'd like to see her work or learn more about her life: Loïs Mailou Jones: Creating A New African-American Image

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O.K. Corral

After tensions had been building between the Earps and the Cowboy faction in Tombstone, Marshal Virgil Earp determined to disarm the men on October 26, 1881, resulting in the 30-second shoot out, which left Frank and Tom McLaury, as well as Billy Clanton, dead. Also involved in the gunfight for the Cowboys were Ike Clanton, Billy Claiborne, and Wes Fuller. In the Earp party were brothers, Virgil, Wyatt, and Morgan, as well as Doc Holliday.

Today, the OK Corral is allegedly haunted by the ghosts of the Cowboys Over the years, a number of witnesses have reported seeing the fading apparitions of men dressed in cowboy attire, often appearing with guns drawn, perhaps locked into a perpetual battle with the Earps. Others have claimed to have felt numerous cold spots in various areas of the corral. Plus, guests sometimes overhear the sounds of phantom horses.

Some think that the OK Corral may have more apparitions than any other site in the southwest. Tombstone’s late lawmen and lawless patrol the property, packing their pistols and pitching a fit. Who are these poltergeists? Most are familiar with Gunfight at the OK Corral (1957) and Tombstone (1993), yet these feature films are deceiving. The shootout didn’t occur at the OK Corral. Wyatt Earp also wasn’t a central figure. Instead, Wyatt’s brother Virgil may have been the primary gunslinger. Virgil was Tombstone’s Town Marshal and Deputy U.S. Marshal – giving him more experience as a sheriff, constable, marshal, and soldier in combat.

The Cowboys continued to the OK Corral, where they discussed their plans to kill Virgil, Morgan, and Wyatt Earp. Witnesses reported these threats to Virgil, who was Tombstone's current city marshal. Virgil already believed that the Cowboys had violated the ordinance, so he was eager for a showdown.

Virgil testified to the warning, alleging afterward that Bahan had cautioned, "For God's sake, don't go down there or they will murder you!" But Virgil was a hard man. He didn’t flinch. Virgil replied, "Those men have made their threats and I will not arrest them but I will kill them on sight."

No one knows why, but the Cowboys continued to the narrow lot near C.S. Fly's Photography Studio. There, the Earps joined Doc Holliday to confront the Cowboys. Once Virgil saw the Cowboys, he ordered, "Throw up your hands, I want your guns!" The Cowboys refused to relinquish their weapons; the legendary gunfight began.

It's uncertain who shot first. Accounts are contradictory. Eyewitnesses were also confused by the smoke from the shootout, unable to see through the black powder. Yet thirty shots were fired within thirty seconds. Frank's bullet bruised Doc Holliday's hip, grazing his holster. Virgil Earp was shot through the calf. Both Frank and Billy Clanton were killed. Tom McLaury, too, was killed. Only Wyatt Earl was uninjured.

The Gunfight at the OK Corral wasn’t the site’s only shootout. Another occurred on the first of July, 1897 between “Justice” Jim Burnett and William Greene. Burnett is said to haunt the historic site today, his body beaten with bullets. Burnett was the Justice of the Peace for Charleston, a town located between Tombstone and Sierra Vista. He was a hard-hitting, no-nonsense “man of all hats,” working too as Charleston’s Judge and Marshal. Burnett even tracked down outlaws, collecting the fines that he placed for personal gain. Yet William Greene wouldn’t back down from the bullying Burnett, who had earned a reputation as a browbeater. Their long-simmering feud caused Greene to build a dam that blocked the water flow into Burnett’s land. This backfired on Greene, who later lost a daughter to the blockade.

William’s daughters Ella and Eva Greene had taken Katie Corcoran to the riverbed. They had planned to swim for the day, unaware that it would be their last. Yet the dam had been dynamited, causing the water to rise to cataclysmic levels. Heedless, the girls raced down to the river; Ella and Katie jumped first, spinning and sliding through the air. They were quickly submerged, wiped out by the river.