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30/11/2009

The LION & the CARDINAL
Really neat blog with a whole month’s worth of death-related Catholic art for November. A lot of Dance-of-Deaths but also weird stuff like this.

Really neat blog with a whole month’s worth of death-related Catholic art for November. A lot of Dance-of-Deaths but also weird stuff like this.

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25/11/2009

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Journeying on, Raven was told of another place, where a man had everlasting spring of water. This man was named Petrel (Ganu’k). Raven wanted this water because there was none to drink in this world, but Petrel always slept by his spring, and he had a cover over it so as to keep it all to himself. Then Raven came in and said to him, “My brother-in-law, I have just come to see you. How are you?” He told Petrel of all kinds of things that were happening outside, trying to induce him to go out to look at them, but Petrel was too smart for him and refused.

When night came, Raven said, “I am going to sleep with you, brother-in-law.” So they went to bed, and toward morning Raven heard Petrel sleeping very soundly. Then he went outside, took some dog manure and put it around Petrel’s buttocks. When it was beginning to grow light, he said, “Wake up, wake up, wake up, brother in-law, you have defecated all over your clothes!” Petrel got up, looked at himself, and thought it was true, so he took his blankets and went outside. Then Raven went over to Petrel’s spring, took off the cover and began drinking. After he had drunk up almost all of the water, Petrel came in and saw him. Then Raven flew straight up, crying “Ga.”

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Tlingit: Raven, the Tlingit Creation Story

I think that may be the best fairy-tale trick I’ve ever read.

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24/11/2009

» When Is a Pain Doctor a Drug Pusher?

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21/11/2009

Very pretty 11th century Byzantine manuscript of the first page of the Gospel of Luke.

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16/11/2009

“ Juvenal has precious little to say against specific, named members of the social and political elite of his day, and he keeps the precise details of his private life to himself. (Though he tells of general frustrations in abundance.) Thus, despite his elaborate protestations to the contrary, he can never be counted as the Lucilius redux he claims to be. Nor does he resemble Horace, a friendly ironist, in any obvious way, or Persius, a riddling Stoic ideologue. Instead, scholars have long seen that Juvenal’s hallmark, and chief contribution to modern expectations of the genre, is anger. His indignatio (moral outrage) is so all-encompassing that it leaves no room for the genre’s more understated registers of ironic play, introspection, and philosophical calm. His preferred mode in books 1 and 2 is a grand-style, declamatory rage. The satirists who went before him all had their moments in that register. Juvenal apparently knows no other. „

Kirk Freudenburg, Satires of Rome: Threatening Poses from Lucilius to Juvenal

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14/11/2009

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09/11/2009

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03/11/2009

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A few minutes later, Casablancas picks up his beer, downs three quarters of the bottle in one gulp, slams it to the table, stands up and walks to the video game, Golden Tee. He addresses the bar. “Anyone want to play Golden Tee?” he slurs. No one responds.

Four minutes later, he returns to the table. “Never play Golden Tee when you’re drunk,” he advises.

Then he sits in my lap, kisses me seven times on the neck, and makes three lunges for my lips, connecting once. Before I can wipe dry, he is out the door, rolling himself home in a discarded wheelchair he finds abandoned outside. The next night, I meet Casablancas at the Gramercy Diner. He has promised to behave. His eyes are glazed over from lack of sleep. “I very often have night terrors,” Casablancas says. “I’ve died in my sleep 23 different ways.” He aplogises for his behaviour yesterday. He was drunk.

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Neil Strauss spends seven days with the Strokes

Old interview but that section is pretty classic.

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