Saturday, 7 December 2019

UNCLEAN



CARY
The Male Loudermilk :
You're upset.

Your mind can't reconcile 
The Person We See 
with 
The Person You •Think• You Are.

SYD:
But we can help.
Medicine and Therapy.

DAVID :
Back to the psych ward? 
David The Zombie.
[PANTING.]
Well, bullshit! 
You want me gone so bad? 
Fine, I'm gone.


SYD :
No.

VERMILLION 1:
You will allow treatment, or we will be forced to terminate.

DAVID :
You're gonna •kill• me?


DIVAD : 
Run.
Get out.

DAVID :
No.
No.
I want to hear you say it.
That you're gonna kill me if I don't let them turn me into 
Something Different

Something Easy.
Something Clean.







 

DAVID :
You said something to me at the trial, if that's what you want to call it.

Cary,
The Male Loudermilk :
I think we saw that as an intervention.

DAVID :
You tried to •gas• me.

Cary, 
The Male Loudermilk :
Not me, personally, if that makes any—

DAVID :
It doesn't.

Cary, 
The Male Loudermilk :
Okay.
What-what did I say at the, at the trial? 

DAVID :
You said, 
“Your mind can't reconcile 
The Person We See 
with 
The Person You •Think• You Are.”


Cary,
The Male Loudermilk :
Yes.
I-I think that's right.
Don't kill me.

DAVID :
I'm not gonna - 

Cary, 
The Male Loudermilk :
She needs me.

DAVID :
Stop.
I'm not gonna kill you.
You're gonna do something for me.

Cary, 
The Male Loudermilk :
I am? 

DAVID :
I need a tank or a tool, something that magnifies powers.

Cary, 
The Male Loudermilk :
Yours? 

DAVID :
No.
She's young, right? 
I think that's the problem.
They're not fully developed yet, her powers.
So you're gonna build a tank or a tool to help her help me.


Cary, 
The Male Loudermilk :
Help you do what? 

DAVID :
Fix things.

Cary, 
The Male Loudermilk :
David, you don't have to do this.
Come back with me —

DAVID :
No.
Open your mind, your heart.
This is good.
You •want• to do this.

Cary, 
The Male Loudermilk :
I do? 

DAVID :
You Will.




Where’s Claire? Where’s Klare?



How about a another joke, Murray?

Q : What do you get when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash?

A : You get what you fuckin’ deserve!


TELL HER TO LEAVE HIM

TELL •HER• TO •LEAVE• HIM

Friday, 6 December 2019

Know Thyself – I’m a Failure!






Pass on what you have learned. 

Strength, Mastery. But Weakness, Folly, Falure, also. 
Yes, Failure most of all.
The Greatest Teacher, Failure is. 

Luke, We are what they grow beyond. 

That is The True Burden of all Masters.

DEFEAT








In the aftermath of a losing battle, regardless of how aggressively a lobster has behaved, it becomes unwilling to fight further, even against another, previously defeated opponent. 

A vanquished competitor loses confidence, sometimes for days. Sometimes the defeat can have even more severe consequences. 

If a dominant lobster is badly defeated, its brain basically dissolves. Then it grows a new, subordinate’s brain—one more appropriate to its new, lowly position. 

Its original brain just isn’t sophisticated to manage the transformation from king to bottom dog without virtually complete dissolution and regrowth. 

Anyone who has experienced a painful transformation after a serious defeat in romance or career may feel some sense of kinship with the once successful crustacean. 


The Neurochemistry of Defeat and Victory 

A lobster loser’s brain chemistry differs importantly from that of a lobster winner. This is reflected in their relative postures. Whether a lobster is confident or cringing depends on the ratio of two chemicals that modulate communication between lobster neurons: serotonin and octopamine. 

Winning increases the ratio of the former to the latter. A lobster with high levels of serotonin and low levels of octopamine is a cocky, strutting sort of shellfish, much less likely to back down when challenged. 

This is because serotonin helps regulate postural flexion. A flexed lobster extends its appendages so that it can look tall and dangerous, like Clint Eastwood in a spaghetti Western. 

When a lobster that has just lost a battle is exposed to serotonin, it will stretch itself out, advance even on former victors, and fight longer and harder. 

The drugs prescribed to depressed human beings, which are selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, have much the same chemical and behavioural effect. In one of the more staggering demonstrations of the evolutionary continuity of life on Earth, Prozac even cheers up lobsters. 

High serotonin/ low octopamine characterizes the victor. The opposite neurochemical configuration, a high ratio of octopamine to serotonin, produces a defeated-looking, scrunched-up, inhibited, drooping, skulking sort of lobster, very likely to hang around street corners, and to vanish at the first hint of trouble. 

Serotonin and octopamine also regulate the tail-flick reflex, which serves to propel a lobster rapidly backwards when it needs to escape. 

Less provocation is necessary to trigger that reflex in a defeated lobster. You can see an echo of that in the heightened startle reflex characteristic of the soldier or battered child with post-traumatic stress disorder. 


The Principle of Unequal Distribution 

When a defeated lobster regains its courage and dares to fight again it is more likely to lose again than you would predict, statistically, from a tally of its previous fights. 

Its victorious opponent, on the other hand, is more likely to win. It’s winner-take-all in the lobster world, just as it is in human societies, where the top 1 percent have as much loot as the bottom 50 percent11—and where the richest eighty-five people have as much as the bottom three and a half billion.


“One time, sparring with another white belt, I was choked out with a ‘guillotine’ choke, where one arm is round your head like a playground headlock and the other under your throat pulling upwards. 

Because it was another beginner, not Chris or another warlord from the control end of the room, the sparring was competitive and – this is interesting – my ego was suddenly invited back into the equation. 

When I’m sparring with Chris the relationship has explicit and implicit safety built into it, I’m not competing, I couldn’t compete, I’m learning. When it’s against Dave, Smasher, my ego would do just as well to pit itself against the hydraulic jaws of a garbage truck. 

Against another white belt, my ego sees a little chance for glory and sidles in where it would best be left out. As the choke took hold and I felt beaten and submitted it were as if the wrench on my neck had opened a valve to an inaccessible cellar where my bruised adolescent self lay hiding. 

I sat quietly afterwards, uncertain of what I felt. 

My wife remarked that I was quiet that evening and I, reluctantly (ego, again) told her what had happened.

She almost thought it funny, not in a derisory way or in a way that made me feel more ashamed and defensive, but in a way that highlighted the idiosyncrasy of my feeling. 

I spoke about it to someone else who doesn’t drink and does Jiu Jitsu and he explained that it’s a contact sport and that these feelings are normal and have to be accepted. I learned an important lesson through that particular experience. 

I had avoided an entire aspect of my nature because of an unwillingness to confront the vulnerability, no, the shame, that is inhered within physical defeat. 

It came to me in this way, this may not be historically true, but mythically it is: 

I • As a boy I could fight, I had no fear. 
II • As an adolescent I was not initiated. 
III • As I awoke, I was not shown how to live at the new frequency, I had only women to observe and ‘role model’. 

• When violence came, as it does to all teenage boys, I was not equipped and the shame killed a part of me, it put it ‘underground’. 

• I was too afraid to try and revive it; it was in adolescence of course that I became a drug addict. 

• I did not become willing to go into The Underworld until I killed the person I had to become to survive my youth. 

• When I finally went there, in my middle years, through the means of Jiu Jitsu, I needed a mentor, in this case Chris, to hold the space for me.”

Russell Brand,
“Mentors.” 

Thursday, 5 December 2019

9




(The phone rings in REYES' bedroom. Her alarm clock shows the time as 9:09. REYES' picks up. The screen splits in half.)


REYES: (into phone) 

Hello?


SCULLY: (into phone) 

All right. I need to know.


REYES: (into phone) 

What?


SCULLY: (into phone) 

What my numerology is. 

My number. Whatever you call it. 

What am I?


REYES: (into phone) 

You're a nine.


SCULLY: (into phone) 

Which means what?


REYES: (into phone) 

Nine is completion. 

You've evolved through the experiences of all the other numbers to a spiritual realisation that this life is only part of a larger whole.


(SCULLY is silent, and looks happy at what she's hearing.)




MULDER: 
Have you heard of Jerusalem Syndrome?

SCULLY: 
Yeah, it's when people who visit the Holy Land suffer religious delusions induced by the journey.

MULDER: 
Yeah, they return home convinced they're the Messiah, Moses, The Virgin Mary, even The Devil himself. 
Well, if that's what Simon Gates believes, he's just as delusional as Michael Kryder, only a lot more dangerous.

SCULLY: 
Yeah, but it still doesn't explain how he was able to burn his fingerprints into Owen Jarvis' flesh.

Lost Lenore



            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”


Here is The Sun.



LOST LENORE :
Think about it, we -
We understand life backwards, 
but it's got to be lived forwards.

SALMON: 
Ain't that the truth.

LOST LENORE :
No, no, it's a quote.
Quick.
Who said it? 

You? 

No, originally.


You.

LOST LENORE :
Ah, forget it.
Only, don't ever.


[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING.]
[FRENCH SINGING CONTINUES.]
[FRENCH SINGING CONTINUES.]

LOST LENORE :
[CHUCKLES.]
Ever see an electric octopus? 


[LAUGHS.]
Once.
But I kept my distance.

LOST LENORE :
Where was it? 
When? Where? 

SQUIRREL:
Wait, did you say octopus? 
Ah, I was thinking ocelot.

AMY’S GHOST :
Bad dream? [GASPS.]

LOST LENORE :
[CHUCKLES.]
You know, man, when you walk with the Lord, the Lord walks with you.

AMY’S GHOST :
In all my dreams, for as long as I can remember, I was never myself.
Now I'm only myself in dreams.
Isn't that funny? [CHUCKLES.]

LOST LENORE :
[SIGHS.]
I'm sorry.
Really, I am.

•SMOTHERS AMY’S GHOST•
[MUFFLED SCREAM.]
•To No Avail.•

AMY’S GHOST :
No, you're not.

LOST LENORE :
Oh.
[GROANS.]
What do you want from me? 


AMY’S GHOST :
You need to do what you're told.

LOST LENORE :
By who? 


AMY’S GHOST :
By me.

David.
He's waiting.
He needs you.


LOST LENORE :
For what? 
I-I don't understand.

AMY’S GHOST :
The electric octopus.

LOST LENORE :
You've seen it, too? 

It's My guess is Helsinki.
Or Stockholm.

Which-which one is in Switzerland? 


AMY’S GHOST :
Are you prepared to do whatever it takes? 

For David? 

LOST LENORE :
...Yeah.

AMY’S GHOST :
You •love• him.

LOST LENORE :
Don't be •stupid•...

AMY’S GHOST :
Like The Flower loves The Bee.

LOST LENORE :
He really needs me...? 

What about what's her name? 
Ms.Perfect.
S-Sydney.

AMY’S GHOST :
She can't do what you can do.

LOST LENORE :
[SNAPS FINGERS.]
Amen, sister.
[LAUGHS.]

AMY’S GHOST :
Lenore.

LOST LENORE :
Okay.
Yeah.
If he needs me, I'll — Whatever.

I'm just on the R and R right now.
You know? 

AMY’S GHOST :
Lenore.

LOST LENORE :
What? 

AMY’S GHOST :
Neither Helsinki or Stockholm are in Switzerland.


SALMON :
Your Majesty? 

We're going to have a Little Prince.

Wednesday, 4 December 2019

The Family Idiot







PANNA: 
A Man! 

KARUNA: 
He was with her. 

PANNA: 
Impossible. Was he present when you opened the box? 

DOCTOR: 
Yes. Most enlightening. 

PANNA: 
What's he babbling about? 

No male can open the Box of Jhana without being driven out of his mind.
 
It is well known. 

Unless.... Is he an idiot? 

KARUNA: 
•Are• you an idiot? 

DOCTOR: 
Well, I suppose I must be. 
I have been called one many -

PANNA: 
Keep silent, idiot. 

DOCTOR: 
Yes. 

(Panna leads them into her cave.)







JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
This is why clowns are good.

BILL MOYERS: 
Clowns?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Clown religions, because they show that the image is not a fact, but it’s a reflex of some kind.

BILL MOYERS: 
So does this help explain the trickster gods that show up at times?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
They’re very much that, yes. 


Foolishness for Christ (Greek: διά Χριστόν σαλότητα, Church Slavonic: оуродъ, юродъ) refers to behavior such as giving up all one’s worldly possessions upon joining a monastic order, or deliberately flouting society’s conventions to serve a religious purpose—particularly of Christianity. Such individuals have historically been known as both “holy fools” and “blessed fools”. The term “fool” connotes what is perceived as feeblemindedness, and “blessed” or “holy” refers to innocence in the eyes of God.

The term fools for Christ derives from the writings of Saint Paul. Desert Fathers and other saints acted the part of Holy Fools, as have the yurodivy (or iurodstvo) of Eastern Orthodox asceticism. Fools for Christ often employ shocking and unconventional behavior to challenge accepted norms, deliver prophecies, or to mask their piety.

Parallels for this type of behavior exist in non-Christian traditions as well. The Avadhuta (Sanskrit), for example, the Islamic tradition of Qalandariyya and Malamatiyya Sufism and other crazy-wise mystics display similar traits. Nasreddin, of the Sufis, is also an example.

According to Christian ideas, “foolishness” included consistent rejection of worldly cares and imitating Christ, who endured mockery and humiliation from the crowd. The spiritual meaning of “foolishness” from the early ages of Christianity was close to unacceptance of common social rules of hypocrisy, brutality and thirst for power and gains.

By the words of Anthony the Great: “Here comes the time, when people will behave like madmen, and if they see anybody who does not behave like that, they will rebel against him and say: 
‘You are mad’, — because he is not like them.”

Paul the Apostle

Part of the Biblical basis for it can be seen in the words of the Apostle Paul in 1 Corinthians 4:10, which famously says:

“We are fools for Christ’s sake, but ye are wise in Christ; we are weak, but ye are strong; ye are honourable, but we are despised.” 
(KJV).

And also:

“For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in God’s sight. As it is written: 
“He catches the wise in their craftiness.” 
(1 Corinthians 3:19)

”For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.” (1 Corinthians 1:18)

”For since in the wisdom of God the world through its wisdom did not know him, God was pleased through the foolishness of what was preached to save those who believe.” (1 Corinthians 1:21)


The Holy Fool or yuródivyy (юродивый) is the Russian version of foolishness for Christ, a peculiar form of Eastern Orthodox asceticism. The yurodivy is a Holy Fool, one who acts intentionally foolish in the eyes of men. The term implies behaviour “which is caused neither by mistake nor by feeble-mindedness, but is deliberate, irritating, even provocative.”8

In his book Holy Fools in Byzantium and Beyond, Ivanov described “holy fool” as a term for a person who “feigns insanity, pretends to be silly, or who provokes shock or outrage by his deliberate unruliness.” He explained that such conduct qualifies as holy foolery only if the audience believes that the individual is sane, moral, and pious. The Eastern Orthodox Church holds that holy fools voluntarily take up the guise of insanity in order to conceal their perfection from the world, and thus avoid praise.

Some characteristics that were commonly seen in holy fools were going around half-naked, being homeless, speaking in riddles, being believed to be clairvoyant and a prophet, and occasionally being disruptive and challenging to the point of seeming immoral (though always to make a point).

Ivanov argued that, unlike in the past, modern yurodivy are generally aware that they look pathetic in others’ eyes. They strive to pre-empt this contempt through exaggerated self-humiliation, and following such displays they let it be known both that their behaviors were staged and that their purpose was to disguise their superiority over their audience.

Fools for Christ are often given the title of Blessed (блаженный), which does not necessarily mean that the individual is less than a saint, but rather points to the blessings from God that they are believed to have acquired.


The Eastern Orthodox Church records Isidora Barankis of Egypt (d. 369) among the first Holy Fools. However, the term was not popularized until the coming of Symeon of Emesa, who is considered to be a patron saint of holy fools.29 In Greek, the term for Holy Fool is salos.

The practice was recognised in the hagiography of fifth-century Byzantium, and it was extensively adopted in Muscovite Russia, probably in the 14th century. The madness of the Holy Fool was ambiguous, and could be real or simulated. He (or she) was believed to have been divinely inspired, and was therefore able to say truths which others could not, normally in the form of indirect allusions or parables. He had a particular status in regard to the Tsars, as a figure not subject to earthly control or judgement.

The first reported fool-for-Christ in Russia was St. Procopius (Prokopiy), who came from the lands of the Holy Roman Empire to Novgorod, then moved to Ustyug, pretending to be a fool and leading an ascetic way of life (slept naked on church-porches, prayed throughout the whole night, received food only from poor people). He was abused and beaten, but finally won respect and became venerated after his death.10

The Russian Orthodox Church numbers 36 yurodivye among its saints, starting from Procopius of Ustyug, and most prominently Basil Fool for Christ, who gives his name to Saint Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow. One of the best-known modern examples in the Russian Church is perhaps St Xenia of Saint Petersburg.


One of the more recent works in theology is Fools for Christ15 by Jaroslav Pelikan. Through six essays dealing with various “fools,” Pelikan explores the motif of fool-for-Christ in relationship to the problem of understanding the numinous:

The Holy is too great and too terrible when encountered directly for men of normal sanity to be able to contemplate it comfortably. Only those who cannot care for the consequences run the risk of the direct confrontation of the Holy.

Our Baby Has Friends


? Boodie / Judy ?


Well now, I'm not gonna talk about Judy. 

In fact, we're not gonna talk about Judy at all.

Gabrielle Xavier,
Mother of Legion :
This World makes no sense when you're not in it.

Charles Xavier,
Father of Legion :
I feel exactly the same way.
Is David...?

Gabrielle Xavier,
Mother of Legion :
No.
He's upstairs.

With his friends.
Our baby has friends.

Charles Xavier,
Father of Legion :
Thank God.
Are you all right? 

Gabrielle Xavier :
Do you ever think you should have just let me sleep? 
In the hospital? 

Charles Xavier,
Father of Legion :
Never.

Gabrielle Xavier,
Mother of Legion :
I saw demons.

Charles Xavier,
Father of Legion :
Yes, you did.

I saw a monkey with a king in his head —
I saw our son as an adult but so angry.
And together we fought a mad tyrant.

So demons sounds like you got off rather lightly.

I can't do this without you.
He needs us both.

No more travel.
No more bloodshed.
You know, I've always wanted to become a teacher.

Gabrielle Xavier,
Mother of Legion :
Are you gonna kiss me? 

Charles Xavier,
Father of Legion :
Abso-bloody-lutely.



Damned Terminian :
It's a compound. 
They'll see you coming. 
If you even make it that far with all the cold bodies heading over. 

TYRESE :
Carol. How are you gonna do this? 

Carol :
I'm gonna kill people. 








Damned Terminian :
She got a name? 
Hey, she got a name? 

TYRESE :
Judith. 

Damned Terminian :
She your daughter or something?

TYRESE :
She's a friend. 


Damned Terminian :
Huh. 
( sighs ) 
I don't have any friends. 
I mean, I know people. 
They're just assholes I stay alive with. 

The other one your friend? 
The woman? 

I used to have them. 
Used to watch football on Sundays. 
Went to church.
( laughs )
I know I did. 

But I can't picture it anymore. It's funny how you don't even notice the time go by. 

Horrible shit just stacks up day after day. 
You get used to it. 

TYRESE :
I haven't gotten used to it.

Damned Terminian :
Of course you haven't.
You're The Kind of Guy Who Saves Babies. 

It's kind of like saving an anchor when you're stuck without a boat in the middle of the ocean.
 
Been behind some kind of walls, right? 

You're still around, but you haven't had to get your hands dirty. 
I can tell. See, you're a good guy. 

TYRESE :
You have no idea about the things I've done.

Damned Terminian :
You're a good guy. 
That's why you're gonna die today. 
It's why the baby is going to die. 
Or... you can get in that car, get out of here, keep on being lucky.

TYRESE :
You think you're gonna kill me?

Damned Terminian :
Why haven't you killed me
How does having me alive help you? 
Why the hell are you even talking to me? 
Take her, take the car, and go. 

I don't want to do this today.












CITY


 
“I have been guided by the standard John Winthrop set before his shipmates on the flagship Arabella (sic) three hundred and thirty-one years ago, as they, too, faced the task of building a new government on a perilous frontier. “We must always consider”, he said, “that we shall be as a city upon a hill—the eyes of all people are upon us”. 
 
Today the eyes of all people are truly upon us—and our governments, in every branch, at every level, national, state and local, must be as a city upon a hill—constructed and inhabited by men aware of their great trust and their great responsibilities. 
 
For we are setting out upon a voyage in 1961 no less hazardous than that undertaken by the Arabella (sic) in 1630. 
 
We are committing ourselves to tasks of statecraft no less awesome than that of governing the Massachusetts Bay Colony, beset as it was then by terror without and disorder within. 
 
History will not judge our endeavors—and a government cannot be selected—merely on the basis of color or creed or even party affiliation. 
 
Neither will competence and loyalty and stature, while essential to the utmost, suffice in times such as these. 
 
For of those to whom much is given, much is required ...”
 

The Western End has held a palace since Merovingian times, and its eastern end since the same period has been consecrated to religion, especially after the 10th-century construction of a cathedral preceding today’s Notre-Dame.


 
city (n.)
c. 1200, from Old French cite "town, city" (10c., Modern French cité), from earlier citet, from Latin civitatem (nominative civitas; in Late Latin sometimes citatem) originally "citizenship, condition or rights of a citizen, membership in the community," later "community of citizens, state, commonwealth" (used, for instance of the Gaulish tribes), from civis "townsman," from PIE root *kei- (1) "to lie," also forming words for "bed, couch," and with a secondary sense of "beloved, dear."
 
Now "a large and important town," but originally in early Middle English a walled town, a capital or cathedral town. Distinction from town is early 14c. OED calls it "Not a native designation, but app[arently] at first a somewhat grandiose title, used instead of the OE. burh"(see borough).
 
Between Latin and English the sense was transferred from the inhabitants to the place. The Latin word for "city" was urbs, but a resident was civis. Civitas seems to have replaced urbs as Rome (the ultimate urbs) lost its prestige. Loss of Latin -v- is regular in French in some situations (compare alleger from alleviare; neige from nivea; jeune from juvenis. A different sound evolution from the Latin word yielded Italian citta, Catalan ciutat, Spanish ciudad, Portuguese cidade.
 
London is The City from 1550s. As an adjective, "pertaining to a city, urban," from c. 1300. City hall "chief municipal offices" is first recorded 1670s; to fight city hall is 1913, American English. City slicker "a smart and plausible rogue, of a kind usu. found in cities" [OED] is first recorded 1916 (see slick (adj.)). City limits is from 1825.
The newspaper city-editor, who superintends the collection and publication of local news, is from 1834, American English; hence city desk attested from 1878. Inner city first attested 1968.
 
 
*kei- (1)
Proto-Indo-European root meaning "to lie," also forming words for "bed, couch," and with a secondary sense of "beloved, dear."
 
It forms all or part of: ceilidh; cemetery; city; civic; civil; civilian; civilization; civilize; hide (n.2) measure of land; incivility; incunabula; Siva.
 
 
It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Sanskrit Sivah "propitious, gracious;" Greek keisthai "to lie, lie asleep;" Latin cunae "a cradle;" Old Church Slavonic semija "family, domestic servants;" Lithuanian šeima "domestic servants," Lettish sieva "wife;" Old English hiwan "members of a household."
 
 
incunabula (n.)
1824, a Latin word meaning "swaddling clothes," also, figuratively, "childhood, beginnings, birthplace, place where a thing had its earliest development, the beginning of anything;" especially "early printed book using movable-type technology," From Gutenberg's beginning c. 1439 to the close of the year 1500. Latin incunabula "a cradle; a birthplace," figuratively "rudiments or beginnings," is from in "in" (from PIE root *en "in") + cunabula, diminutive of cunae "cradle," from PIE *koi-na-, suffixed form of root *kei- (1) "to lie," also forming words for "bed, couch."
 
 
Interest in collecting them began c. 1640 with the celebration of (as it was supposed) the 200th anniversary of printing. Perhaps this use of the word traces to the title of the first catalog of such books, Incunabula typographiae (Amsterdam, 1688). The word in this sense has come into general use throughout Europe. The number of books put on the market throughout Europe during that period has been estimated at 20 million. Prof. Alfred W. Pollard ["Encyclopaedia Britannica," 1941] wrote that "up to the end of the 17th century," Caxton's original printings "could still be bought for a few shillings."
 

Meet Barbara Gordon!
 
The New Commissoner for Gotherm City!
 
She was top of her class at Harvard for Police. 
 
She cleaned up the streets of Gotham's nearby Sister City Bludhaven with STATISTICS and COMPASSION!
 
Sydney Barrett-Bird :
What is it? 
 
Oliver Bird :
It-it's called The Ostrich.
 
 
Oh, wait, that's not right.
It's The Big Bird, isn't it? 
 
No, 'The City'.
It's called 'The City'.
Also known as The Real World.
 
Sydney Barrett-Bird :
What makes it Real? 
 
Oliver Bird :
I'll explain when you're older.
 
Sydney Barrett-Bird :
No, now.
 
 
Oliver Bird :
That's not the way it works, Little Bird.
 
I'm The Daddy,
and you're The Baby,
and
I'll tell you about The Real World
when you're older.
 
Now, come on.
Mommy's making stuffed animal pie.
Mmm.
We don't want to be late.
 
 

Sydney Barrett-Bird :
Do you remember That Wall We Built?
 
Oliver Bird :
The rock wall?
Of course.
 
Sydney Barrett-Bird :
Why did we do that? 
It didn't do anything.
 
Oliver Bird :
It was A Wall.
It did Wall Things.
 
Sydney Barrett-Bird :
You know what I mean.
 
Oliver Bird :
Your mother and I taught you to work hard
So you'd know how to work hard.
 
We taught you to ask questions
So you'd know how to answer questions.
 
Plus, I like a nice rock wall.
 
 
 
Christianity was introduced to the Franks by their contact with Gallo-Romanic culture and later further spread by monks. The most famous of these missionaries is St. Columbanus (d 615), an Irish monk.
 
Merovingian kings and queens used the newly forming ecclesiastical power structure to their advantage. Monasteries and episcopal seats were shrewdly awarded to elites who supported the dynasty. Extensive parcels of land were donated to monasteries to exempt those lands from royal taxation and to preserve them within the family.
 
The family maintained dominance over the monastery by appointing family members as abbots.
 
Extra sons and daughters who could not be married off were sent to monasteries so that they would not threaten the inheritance of older Merovingian children. This pragmatic use of monasteries ensured close ties between elites and monastic properties.
 
Numerous Merovingians who served as bishops and abbots, or who generously funded abbeys and monasteries, were rewarded with sainthood. The outstanding handful of Frankish saints who were not of the Merovingian kinship nor the family alliances that provided Merovingian counts and dukes, deserve a closer inspection for that fact alone: like Gregory of Tours, they were almost without exception from the Gallo-Roman aristocracy in regions south and west of Merovingian control. The most characteristic form of Merovingian literature is represented by the Lives of The Saints.
 
Merovingian hagiography did not set out to reconstruct a biography in the Roman or the modern sense, but to attract and hold popular devotion by the formulas of elaborate literary exercises, through which the Frankish Church channeled popular piety within orthodox channels, defined the nature of sanctity and retained some control over the posthumous cults that developed spontaneously at burial sites, where the life-force of the saint lingered, to do good for the votary.
 
The vitae et miracula, for impressive miracles were an essential element of Merovingian hagiography, were read aloud on saints’ feast days. Many Merovingian saints, and the majority of female saints, were local ones, venerated only within strictly circumscribed regions; their cults were revived in the High Middle Ages, when the population of women in religious orders increased enormously. Judith Oliver noted five Merovingian female saints in the diocese of Liège who appeared in a long list of saints in a late 13th-century psalter-hours. The vitae of six late Merovingian saints that illustrate the political history of the era have been translated and edited by Paul Fouracre and Richard A. Gerberding, and presented with Liber Historiae Francorum, to provide some historical context.

Tuesday, 3 December 2019

TOWN







“Mr. Hitchcock did not say actors are cattle. 
He said they should be treated •like• cattle.”

— James Stewart 



town (n.)
Old English tun "enclosure, garden, field, yard; farm, manor; homestead, dwelling house, mansion;" later "group of houses, village, farm," from Proto-Germanic *tunaz, *tunan "fortified place" (source also of Old Saxon, Old Norse, Old Frisian tun "fence, hedge," Middle Dutch tuun "fence," Dutch tuin "garden," Old High German zun, German Zaun "fence, hedge"), an early borrowing from Celtic *dunon "hill, hill-fort" (source also of Old Irish dun, Welsh din "fortress, fortified place, camp," dinas "city," Gaulish-Latin -dunum in place names), from PIE *dhu-no- "enclosed, fortified place, hill-fort," from root *dheue- "to close, finish, come full circle" (see down (n.2)).




Meaning "inhabited place larger than a village" (mid-12c.) arose after the Norman conquest from the use of this word to correspond to French ville. The modern word is partially a generic term, applicable to cities of great size as well as places intermediate between a city and a village; such use is unusual, the only parallel is perhaps Latin oppidium, which occasionally was applied even to Rome or Athens (each of which was more properly an urbs).

 
First record of town hall is from late 15c. Town ball, version of baseball, is recorded from 1852. Town car (1907) originally was a motor car with an enclosed passenger compartment and open driver's seat. On the town "living the high life" is from 1712. Go to town "do (something) energetically" is first recorded 1933. Man about town "one constantly seen at public and private functions" is attested from 1734.



Kaffee: 
Colonel Jessup!
 Did you order the Code Red?!

Judge Randolph: 
You don't have to answer that question!

Jessup: 
I'll answer the question. 
You want answers?

Kaffee: 
I think I'm entitled to it!

Jessup: 
You want answers?!

Kaffee: 
I want the truth!!

Jessup: 
You can't handle the truth! 
Son, we live in a world that has walls, 
and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. 

Who's gonna do it? You? 
You, Lieutenant Weinberg? 

I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. 

You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. 
You have that luxury. 
You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. 

And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives! 

You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. 

You need me on that wall. We use words like "honor", "code", "loyalty". 

We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. 
You use them as a punchline. 

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! 

I would rather you just said "thank you", and went on your way. 

Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. 

Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!

Kaffee: 
Did you order the Code Red?

Jessup: 
I did the job that—-

Kaffee: 
Did you order the Code Red?!

Jessup: 
YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT I DID!