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On Tap 9/1-3

Embed from Getty Images The last weekend before the September international break promises to be a good one, especially in the Premier League. But there’s also key games in the Bundesliga and Ligue 1, as well as an Old Firm derby to contend with. And then there’s a tasty opportunity to catch not-so-Stoopid American Christian Pulisic on Friday. All listed times are CDT. Friday, September…

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Dimanche 9 avril 2023

Les Who et Dylan

Il a fallu que je me mette un mini coup de pied au cul pour écrire ce soir. Parce que si je ne le fait pas je me dis « je le ferai demain » et puis résultat, je procrastine et puis je fini par écrire de moins en moins régulièrement...

Je suis un peu attristé par le fait que, après mes derniers posts, peu de gens me font savoir qu'ils me lisent toujours en dehors de ma mère bien entendu.

De toute façons, que j'écrive ou non, ma mère est fière de moi.

J'ai pensé à cette définition de ce qu'est une mère : une mère, c'est quelqu'un qui est fier de vous alors que vous n'avez rien fait.

J'ai calculé le nombre de page que j'avais écrite ces trois dernières années et j'ai décidé qu'à la fin de l'année il y en aura assez pour imprimer le volume 2 des recueils de mon journal, le volume 1 ayant été imprimé et édité par Justine.

Ce volume 2 comptera environ (plus de) 200 pages et il couvrira les années 2019 à 2023.

J'ose espérer qu'il sera mieux écrit que le précédent, parce que j'ai l'audace de croire que je m'améliore malgré tout.

L'édition de papier de ce journal me tient vraiment à cœur parce que ce sera à peu près la seule chose qui restera de moi un jour, et j'ai l'espoir qu'il soit lu après ma mort par les deux ou trois personnes qui seront intéressés par cette modeste trace que j'aurai laissé, peut être mes neveux, nièces ou arrières petits-neveux (je n'ose penser à des descendants plus directs types enfants ou petits enfants, ça me paraît trop improbable), qui sait...

J'adore l'idée d'être lu par des gens dans le futur. Ce sera peut être intéressant pour

des gens dans 50 ans de lire le récit de vie d'un parfait quidam tel que moi dans les années 2020.

Ah, je suis bête, je fantasme, je me projette, alors qu'au final il est possible que mes récits terminent dans une poubelle !

Mais je préfère ne pas y penser sinon, je n'aurais plus aucune raison d'écrire.

Toujours est il que j'ai commencé à m'occuper de ce volume 2 qui se terminera avec l'année 2023.

Oh, ce n'est pas beaucoup de travail, il s'agit surtout de mise en page.

Je réfléchi aussi à la couverture, peut être que j'y inclurai un de mes éternels autoportraits.

L'autre nuit je me suis senti soudainement serein et parfaitement heureux, comme ça, juste parce que j'ai pris conscience de ma parfaite liberté : c'était grisant !

Ma liberté est la chose la plus précieuse que je possède.

Ce n'est pas donné à tout le monde.

Peu de gens ont le luxe de pouvoir se lever, ou pas, à l'heure qu'ils veulent et d'aller à n'importe quel concert sans avoir à s'inquiéter d'être entravés par leur emploi du temps professionnel.

Bon sang, qu'est-ce que je suis content de ne pas avoir un job et trois enfants, là !

Dimanche dernier je suis allé assister à un match de foot professionnel, ce qui ne m'était pas arrivé depuis au moins vingt ans (depuis l'époque où ma famille et moi vivions à Ajaccio).

Je m'étais toujours juré d'aller voir des matchs le jours où l'équipe locale, le Clermont Foot, passerait en ligue 1, eh bien, ça a finit par arriver alors voilà, mon père et moi sommes enfin aller voir un match.

Clermont-Ferrand affrontait Ajaccio (comme quoi tout est lié!).

Il faisait un froid de canard et nous étions frigorifiés, du haut de notre emplacement dans les tribunes.

Il y avait une bonne ambiance et les tribunes étaient au moins remplies au trois quart.

Tout s'est très bien passé puisque Clermont a finit par l'emporter 2-1 (deux buts marqués sur pénalty).

Seule (petite) ombre au tableau : nous avons acheté un hot dog et c'était la chose la plus immonde que j'avais mangée depuis longtemps, l'impression de manger du plastique et ils n'ont pas eu la décence de mettre au moins une goutte de ketchup, moutarde ou mayonnaise, beurk !

Mais c'était une sortie agréable, l'occasion de passer un moment avec mon père (c'est d'autant plus rare que nous n'avons pas beaucoup de choses en commun).

Pour finir, l'autre jour j'ai acheté une place pour le concert des Who à Paris et c'était inattendu.

En fait, ça me démangeait parce que c'est peut être leur dernier concert en France et il s'agit d'un de mes groupes fétiches et ça m'embêtait de ne plus revoir Pete Townshend exécutant des moulinets sur scène et chanter « don't cry, don't raise your eye, it's only teenage wasteland » une dernière fois.

Mais les places sont chères et c'est tout un budget puis s'ajoute avec elles le prix des billets de train et de l'hôtel.

Bref, j'avais abandonné l'idée à contre cœur quand soudainement Arthur (le frère de ma meilleure amie Justine) m'a écrit pour me dire qu'il y avait des places à 59€, et qu'il pourrait même venir avec moi et m'héberger chez lui.

Autant vous dire que je n'ai plus hésité une seule seconde et j'ai acheté un ticket. Merci Arthur !

Donc, à la fin du mois de juin, j'aurai le privilège de voir en l'espace de 7 jours les Who et Bob Dylan.

Bon sang, qu'est-ce que j'ai de la chance !

Alors que s'achève la dernière chanson de la tracklist de Beggars Banquet, je termine ce récit en vous remerciant de me lire, qui que vous soyez et je vous dis à la prochaine.

Bande son : Beggars Banquet, the Rolling Stones

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FOR WANT OF A NAIL

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Part Sixty-One

Summary:  Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a  lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of  mistakes. His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to  irritate him every other century

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Philippe watched the light flicker and die in Martin's eyes.

Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say...

Martin turning around and striding out of the room snapped Baldwin from his own fugue.

'Wait, Martin!'

Philippe sighed and sat back in his chair. He had intended to help Martin, but he hadn't expected the young man to focus on the wrong part of the promise.

I did say that I would help him. I was not lying about that.

CRACK!!

Splinters filled the hall. Wood dust motes danced through the air and the carpet was ruined. Baldwin was lying on his back in the middle of an obliterated solid oak table, the shattered pieces propping him up as he stared unseeing at the ceiling.

Philippe scanned him quickly. Shock; not dying.

Martin was nearly away down the corridor but half-turned back, framed by the doorway.

'If any De Clermont sets foot on my lands going forward,' Martin spat, 'I will be sending them home in pieces.'

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‘You just cost our son his mate.'

Ysabeau’s glare could have levelled a city.

Philippe had been both dreading and anticipating his wife's return from Brussels. Baldwin still wasn't speaking; his middle child had been in a catatonic stupor since Martin had left three days ago and it was all Philippe could do to get him to eat.

Philippe held up his hands in supplication, then flinched out of the way as a pair of his own throwing daggers buried themselves in his chair.

Ah.

'When I left for Brussels, I expected to return and find everything unchanged. So you can imagine my surprise when I come back to find Sept Tours upended.'

'My servants whispering behind my back, my children unable to look me in the eye,' Ysabeau tapped another pair of knives against her fingertips. 'Our son -your second eldest - lying grief-stricken in his room; Martin, who has, at times, been both asset, ally, and honoured guest-'

Philippe flinched out of the way again as Ysabeau drew her arm back and let the daggers fly.

'- swearing revenge on those who have wronged him and murdered his child, and my husband- my husband cowering in his study instead of searching for the murderers responsible.'

'Cowering?!' Philippe scoffed, and nearly lost an ear to an axe that went whistling past his head and buried itself in his desk.

'Are you hunting?!' Ysabeau never yelled. She enunciated sharply. 'What happened when Hugh died? Martin leapt to the pursuit without hesitation and now, when he comes begging on bended knee for assistance you tell him to wait?!'

Philippe dodged the hand axe but not the arrow Ysabeau shot from a longbow that she had pulled seemingly out of nowhere. He fell to his knees on the carpet with a pained grunt, looking up at his wife through teary eyes.

'Oh, forgive me,' Ysabeau cooed, sickly sweet false patience wearing wild, stormy eyes. 'I am sure this will blow over soon. After all, it is not as if Martin is known to hold a grudge.'

Ysabeau marched out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Phillipe slowly lowered his head into his hands as Yvette’s ghost watched him from the window.

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Thijs Dallinga - Clermont Foot v. Toulouse FC - Ligue 1

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Here Are 17 Uncommon Curiosities Reportedly Found In The Ohio River

The Queen City, as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow famously wrote, sits “in her garlands dressed, on the banks of the Beautiful River.” Once claimed by the French and named by them exactly that: La Belle Riviere, the Ohio has been the soul and foundation of our city ever since the first houses went up, but our Beautiful River has also proved to be a weird and moody companion, coughing up a bizarre miscellany from time to time.

Alligators In 1879, Dr. A. Jackson Howe procured a live, three-foot long alligator for display at the museum of the Cincinnati Society of Natural History. The reptile had been captured on the Covington shore, while several others were spotted frolicking in the Ohio River among some empty coal barges. Three years later, John Thornton found an alligator sleeping beneath the floorboards of his Newport icehouse. Charles Pitts of Covington lassoed a three-and-a-half-foot alligator from the Ohio River at the foot of Covington’s Main Street in 1870.

Bodies, Lots Of Bodies Almost from the time Cincinnati was first settled bodies have been recovered from the Ohio River including suicides, victims of foul play and accidental drownings. Among the earliest casualties was Francis Kennedy, who operated the first ferry between Cincinnati and Northern Kentucky and who drowned while hauling beef cattle to Fort Washington. Over the years, the old newspapers printed hundreds of inquest reports, often directed toward ascertaining the identities of bodies found overnight.

Catfish Of Unusual Size The Cincinnati Commercial Tribune of 3 February 1849 reports that Frederick Diserens, proprietor of the William Tell restaurant, and Colonel Josiah J. Stratton of the Fire Department, had shipped a “mammoth cat fish” to the Exchange Hotel in Philadelphia. The leviathan, caught in the Ohio River at Cincinnati, measured five feet, ten inches in length and tipped the scales at 158 pounds. Prior to its shipment east, the beast hung outside Diserens’ establishment on the south side of what is now Government Square. In 2009, two fishermen landed a blue catfish measuring four feet, six inches long and weighing 96 pounds within view of downtown Cincinnati.

Chemical “Slug” The Ohio River, lined with heavily fertilized farmland and a multitude of manufacturing plants, is regularly listed as among the most polluted streams in America. Residents of a certain age will recall the great carbon tetrachloride “slug” of 1977. When a tank full of toxic “carbon tet” ruptured at the FMC Corporation facility in February of that year, it released 5000 to 6000 pounds into the Ohio River as a 50- to 60-mile “slug” of highly polluted liquid. Water purification systems up and down the river shut off intake valves until the “slug” passed.

Elephant Bathing All of Cincinnati – and Covington, too – turned out on the morning of 9 August 1860 to watch an elephant swim across the Ohio River. The elephant was Lalla Rookh, star of the Dan Rice Circus. Lalla Rookh had been, for the past decade, a highlight of Dan Rice's big-top extravaganzas. Billed as the “Pachyderm Princess,” she was famous for her tightrope act and she also danced, rang bells and fired a pistol. She was a huge draw and, according to the Cincinnati Enquirer, brought out a good crowd for her river bath, estimated between 15,000 and 20,000

Ghosts No one ever solved the 1890 murder of Billy Fee, who was knifed and shot on the banks of the Ohio River near Lawrenceburg. Almost a year later a young man traveling by boat up the river past the murder scene cried out that he could see shadows on the darkened waters vividly recreating the murder scene. For years, residents of Lawrenceburg venturing near the river at night reported visions of the dreadful crime, accompanied by the sounds of shrieks and gunshots.

Giant Snakes On 11 August 1849, a Clermont County “man of respectability” named John Wait swore to an affidavit in which he claimed to have seen a snake more than 30 feet in length on the banks of Hartman’s mill pond. A posse was assembled and searched all over for the beast with no results, even after draining the mill pond. Sightings, however, continued for the next decade. In 1858, the Cincinnati Commercial Tribune reported that the dam at Hartman’s mill had been badly damaged by a flood and the snake was assumed to have escaped toward the Ohio River. According to a 1940 article in the Cincinnati Post, the Cincinnati Zoo offered to help citizens near Gallipolis locate a snake estimated at 35 feet in length. Coincidence?

Green Clawed Beast It was a sultry afternoon on 14 August 1955 when Naomi Johnson and some friends headed to the Ohio River at Evansville for a refreshing dip. While swimming just 15 feet offshore, something swam up behind Mrs. Johnson and grabbed her leg. She felt claws scratch her leg as the thing pulled her under the water. She began kicking her assailant and was pulled under a second time before her friends lifted her out of the river. Her left leg was extensively lacerated and bruised, with one mark distinctly hand-shaped. Mrs. Johnson claimed to have seen a UFO just before she was attacked, and there were several UFO sightings in the Evansville area around the time of the incident, leading her to believe an extraterrestrial origin for her attacker.

Kentucky Border For most of our region’s history, the entire Ohio River belonged exclusively to Kentucky. That all changed on 21 January 1980, when the United States Supreme Court fixed the border between Ohio and Kentucky at the low-water mark of the river in 1792. With two centuries of dam construction and other navigational improvements, the Ohio River is significantly deeper and wider than it was in the 1790s. The border is now, in some cases, hundreds of feet off the Ohio shore.

Madonna’s Yacht Rusting away in an Ohio River tributary just 25 miles downriver from Cincinnati is a 186-foot yacht originally known as the Celt but probably most famous as the USS Sachem among a variety of names acquired over its 120-year history. Thomas Edison used it for anti-submarine research. It ran out of New York as a recreational fishing vessel and served as a coastal patrol ship during World War II. After the war it hauled tourists around Manhattan. Robert Miller of Finneytown bought the yacht for $7500 in the 1980s and rented it out to Madonna, who filmed part of her “Papa Don’t Preach” video onboard. Miller hauled it upriver to its current resting place shortly after sailing a boatload of friends around the rededication of the Statue of Liberty in 1986.

Man Afloat On 11 March 1879, a crowd of fifteen thousand swarmed the riverfront to catch a glimpse of the “Fearless Frogman,” Captain Paul Boynton, as he arrived in Cincinnati while floating from Pittsburgh to Cairo in a buoyant rubber suit. Outfitted with sails and oars, Boynton’s “peculiar life-saving dress” allowed him to maintain speeds of five or six miles per hour on his downriver odyssey. That night, he attended a performance at the Grand Opera House on Vine Street and, being recognized, was called to the stage and compelled to give a speech.

Mud Mermaids The Cincinnati Enquirer of 6 September 1894 reported two “nondescript creatures, horrible in appearance and strange in habits” at a sand bar in the Ohio River near Vevay, Indiana. The creatures appeared to be carnivorous, dining on fish and mussels plucked from the river. They were described as being yellowish in color, about five feet long, with webbed and clawed hands and feet. Their hairless heads had sharply pointed ears standing straight up. In the years since, the Vevay beings have been dubbed “Mud Mermaids.”

Octoman Police dispatchers along both sides of the Ohio River were swamped with frantic calls from late January to early February 1959 as dozens of residents and travelers reported strange creatures emerging from the depths. Sightings were recorded from New Richmond to the Licking River bridge. One witness compared the critter to an octopus while others said it looked like an immense human, leading to the nickname Octoman. Panic spread, with one 11-year-old boy calling the Cincinnati Post to confirm his teacher’s story that green men were clambering out of the river in platoons of twelve. To add to the mystery, all the streetlights along Kellogg Avenue from Lunken Airport to Coney Island extinguished as the first reports came in. After a week, sightings abated and Octoman seemingly disappeared.

Petroglyphs Just as the Ohio River slips across the state line from Pennsylvania, at the junction with Little Beaver Creek at East Liverpool, it covers a vast array of submerged designs carved into the rock. First recognized by French explorers in 1755, the display has been largely immersed in a much deeper river, only occasionally emerging into visibility in times of extreme drought. Hundreds of these Native American carvings were found for about 10 miles along the Ohio River from Midland, Pennsylvania through Wellsville, Ohio. The origin or date of the petroglyphs remains unknown and will likely never be determined.

Sea Lion In May 1962 several people reported a strange beast frolicking in the Ohio River near the Fernbank locks. The animal was not large; maybe three feet in length, but it was unlike anything naturally associated with the wildlife of the area. An expedition organized by the Cincinnati Zoo discovered that the mysterious visitor was a sea lion named “Playful George” that had escaped from a menagerie in Huntington, West Virginia and made its way nearly 200 miles downriver to the Markland Dam. George was captured and quarantined at the Zoo before returning home.

Sea Serpents In the dim, pre-dawn light of Friday, 11 January 1878, Ben Karrick was driving his horse-drawn delivery wagon over the Roebling Suspension Bridge when he saw a most unusual sight in the Ohio River below – a sea serpent. He told the Cincinnati Gazette that the creature’s serpentine head protruded from the water some twelve or fifteen feet and it lashed the water into foam with its tail. Karrick told the newspaper that the beast made a noise similar to the deep lowing of a cow, interspersed with a loud hissing noise. A day previously, John Davidson, master of the Silver Moon steamboat, saw a nearly identical monster while docked at Vevay, Indiana. In July 1893, pleasure boaters near Blennerhassett Island saw “a monstrous submarine animal or serpent, with an immense head and staring, bulbous eyes” gliding alongside their boat. The witnesses estimated the critter at more than 10 feet in length.

Underwater Pedestrian Newspapers around the nation carried the news in July 1878 that Captain John T. Guire, identified as “the celebrated submarine diver,” had entered into a wager that he would walk from Cincinnati to Cairo on the bottom of the Ohio River. Guire’s previous exploits in the Mississippi River at Saint Louis were cited as proof of his skill and determination. Although it was noted that Guire engaged in practice strolls near Cincinnati, it does not appear that the 500-mile underwater hike to Cairo ever materialized.

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Can I have some Domenico x Becca?

Gerbert tries to kill the twins but underestimates them. They kill him and drag his body at the Congregation. That's the first time Domenico sees Becca and he falls for her right then and there. Now he has to woo her 🤭 and that proves more difficult than he anticipated

*I cant remember if the twins scents are mentioned, and i cant find it anywhere! So i've improvised!

she smelt - God it wafted down the corridor. Honey, gold and blood. Oo the blood it was sweet, metalic and the honey-

Fuck

Domenico shuffled awkwardly as he watched her wipe the blood from her forehead. Small strappy top that showed her breasts

fuck fuck fuck

he wanted her. His cock wanted her. His heart wanted her.

HER WAS A FUCKING DE CLERMONT

"Well" she snapped "aren't you supposed to escort us to the chambers? her face was impassive. She tapped her foot impatiently until, the man who she knew to be Domenico, finally opened their cell to walk them to the congregation room.

the unfortunate circumstances the twins had found themselves in were, to no surprise, because of Gerbert. After Domenico reclaimed his city Gerberts power weaned and faded until he was just an unfortunate corpse with good fashion sense with nothing to offer anyone. His only role was the congregation and that had faded into the void of pointlessness. No-one ever listened to him, not even Phoebe (the newly appointed De Clermont lead) (who Domenico really liked but never let on) (because pride) (but he much preferred her English directness to Diana's smarmy American bleh) (Diana also beat Domenico at chess once and he is salty)

But that's not the reason he wants to fuck her daughter and most definitely not the reason he prefers Phoebe (who did not beat Domenico at chess)

He'd never mated. But he knew once Rebecca started speaking in that chamber, the command of the room she held - God she was only something of her mid twenties and already sounded like a well seasoned politician. Definitely Baldwins influence.

"and that's how we found ourselves where we were" She had everyone eating out of her hands. Putty. Completely putty. Even Satu, famed enemy and all that - she was loving it.

Gerbert was dead - he'd set upon the twins in an alley way. By the looks of the blood on them both they had both got him back as good as they could give it. The congregation meeting was held, a Vampire from Switzerland was the stand in for Gerbert - Eric Northman.

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"What?" Her apartment was covered in roses "the fuck"

Her doorman had warned there were some deliveries, but this?

"Good evening"

"WHAT THE FUCK" she launched her purse at the intruder "WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE"

Domenico dodged the purse "Delivering flowers" he retorted in a defensive tone "Don't women like flowers" he jested. He knew he might have over stepped a line but he knew he needed to make a big gesture

she blinked in disbelief "Flowers yes" she snapped "A STANGER IN MY HOUSE NO"

He winced "You're yelling again. And I own the apartment building"

"What - eh?" she threw her hands up in despair "I own the apartment asshat - now can you explain why you're here before I unalive you like I did your BFF Gerbert" she crossed her arms over her chest accusingly

"I want to take you on a date" he replied simply, ignoring her threat

Her eyes flickered over him for a second. He was hot "A date?" she stepped closer to him, standing close enough she could put her hand on his chest "Is that what you wanted when you were eye fucking me at the congregation meeting?"

he swallowed the lump in his throat "Well-"

"I think" she started to push him towards the sofa stopping just as the back of his knees touched the grey cushions "You need to earn a date first"

The things they did to each other that night were probably illegal in some countries but ultimately he'd most certainly earned a date.

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Clermont Foot vs PSG (0-5) - 08/06/2022

“and happy times are here again”

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The Best Picture Oscar My Way (1980-1999)

Here’s Part 2 of Best Picture My Way (as started here). All information about my approach with this category can be found on that linked first part.

For convenience sake, I’ll relay this message. Only the films I add onto here as nominees will have listed nominated producers next to the movie’s title. (Here’s the Wikipedia page for the rest.)

1980

The Empire Strikes Back - Gary Kurtz

Raging Bull

The Elephant Man

Coal Miner’s Daughter

Ordinary People

1981

Raiders of the Lost Ark

Das Boot - Gunter Rohrbach; Michael Bittins

Reds

On the Golden Pond

Chariots of Fire

1982

Tootsie

E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial

Fitzcarraldo - Werner Herzog; Willi Segler; Lucki Stipetic

Missing

Gandhi

1983

Fanny and Alexander - Jorn Donner

Terms of Endearment

Scarface - Martin Bregman

Mender Mercies

The Right Stuff

1984

Amadeus (still)

The Terminator - Gale Anne Hurd

Love Streams - Yoram Globus; Menahem Golan

Ghostbusters - Ivan Reitman

A Passage to India

1985

Back to the Future - Neil Canton; Bob Gale

The Color Purple

After Hours - Robert F. Colesberry; Griffin Dunne; Amy Robinson

Ran - Masato Hara; Serge Silberman

Witness

1986

Platoon (still)

Misery - Rob Reiner; Andrew Scheinman

Hannah and Her Sisters

A Room with a View

Blue Velvet - Fred C. Caruso

1987

The Last Emperor (still)

The Princess Bride - Rob Reiner; Andrew Scheinman

Broadcast News

Moonstruck

Fatal Attraction

1988

Who Framed Roger Rabbit - Frank Marshall; Robert Watts

Rain Man

Dangerous Liaisons

Mississippi Burning

The Last Temptation of Christ - Barbara De Fina

1989

Do The Right Thing - Spike Lee

Driving Miss Daisy

Dead Poets Society

My Left Foot

Cinema Paradiso - Giovanna Romagnoli

1990

Goodfellas

Dances with Wolves

Edward Scissorhands - Tim Burton; Denise Di Novi

Ghost

The Godfather Part III

1991

The Silence of the Lambs (still)

Thelma & Louise - Ridley Scott

Beauty and the Beast

Boyz in the Hood - Steve Nicolaides

JFK

1992

Unforgiven (still)

A Few Good Men

Malcolm X - Spike Lee; Marvin Worth

Reservoir Dogs - Lawrence Bender; Harvey Keitel

Aladdin - Ron Clements; John Musker

1993

Schindler’s List (still)

The Piano

Philadelphia - Jonathan Demme; Edward Saxon

In The Name of the Father

The Fugitive

1994

The Lion King - Don Hahn

Forrest Gump

Pulp Fiction

The Shawshank Redemption

Eat Drink Man Woman - Kong Hsu; Li-Kong Hsu

1995

Toy Story - Bonnie Arnold; Ralph Guggenheim

Se7en - Phyllis Carlyle; Arnold Kopelson

The Postman (Il Postino)

Before Sunrise - Anne Walker-McBay

Braveheart

1996

Fargo

Trainspotting - Andrew Macdonald

Secrets & Lies

Jerry Maguire

The English Patient

1997

Titanic (still)

Good Will Hunting

L.A. Confidential

Princess Mononoke - Toshio Suzuki

Boogie Nights - Paul Thomas Anderson; Lloyd Levin; John S. Lyons; JoAnne Sellar

Lost Highway - Deepak Nayar; Tom Sternberg; Mary Sweeney

As Good as It Gets

The Full Monty

1998

Saving Private Ryan

Life is Beautiful

The Thin Red Line

The Big Lebowski - Joel and Ethan Coen

Mulan - Pam Coats

Central Station - Arthur Cohn; Martine de Clermont-Tonnerre; Robert Redford; Walter Salles

The Truman Show - Edward S. Feldman; Andrew Niccol; Scott Rudin; Adam Schroeder

Rushmore - Barry Mendel; Paul Schiff

Shakespeare in Love

1999

The Matrix - Joel Silver

American Beauty

The Green Mile

The Sixth Sense

Magnolia - Paul Thomas Anderson; JoAnne Sellar

The Straight Story - Neal Edelstein; Mary Sweeney

Man on the Moon - Danny DeVito; Michael Shamberg; Stacey Sher

Being John Malkovich - Steve Golin; Vincent Landay; Sandy Stern; Michael Stipe

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The Mesha Stele, a three-foot-tall black basalt monument dating to nearly 3,000 years ago, bears a 34-line inscription in Moabite, a language closely related to ancient Hebrew—the longest such engraving ever found in the area of modern-day Israel and Jordan. In 1868, an amateur archaeologist named Charles Clermont-Ganneau was serving as a translator for the French Consulate in Jerusalem when he heard about this mysterious inscribed monument lying exposed in the sands of Dhiban, east of the Jordan River. No one had yet deciphered its inscription, and Clermont-Ganneau dispatched three Arab emissaries to the site with special instructions. They laid wet paper over the stone and tapped it gently into the engraved letters, which created a mirror-image impression of the markings on the paper, what’s known as a “squeeze” copy.

But Clermont-Ganneau had misread the delicate political balance among rival Bedouin clans, sending members of one tribe into the territory of another—and with designs on a valuable relic no less. The Bedouin grew wary of their visitors’ intentions. Angry words turned threatening. Fearing for his life, the party’s leader made a break for it and was stabbed in the leg with a spear. Another man leaped into the hole where the stone lay and yanked up the wet paper copy, accidentally tearing it to pieces. He shoved the torn fragments into his robe and took off on his horse, finally delivering the shredded squeeze to Clermont-Ganneau.

Afterward, the amateur archaeologist, who would become an eminent scholar and a member of the Institut de France, tried to negotiate with the Bedouin to acquire the stone, but his interest, coupled with offers from other international bidders, further irked the tribesmen; they built a bonfire around the stone and repeatedly doused it with cold water until it broke apart. Then they scattered the pieces. Clermont-Ganneau, relying on the tattered squeeze, did his best to transcribe and translate the stele’s inscription. The result had profound implications for our understanding of biblical history.

The stone, Clermont-Ganneau found, held a victory inscription written in the name of King Mesha of Moab, who ruled in the ninth century B.C. in what is now Jordan. The text describes his blood-soaked victory against the neighboring kingdom of Israel, and the story it told turned out to match parts of the Hebrew Bible, in particular events described in the Book of Kings. It was the first contemporaneous account of a biblical story ever discovered outside the Bible itself—evidence that at least some of the Bible’s stories had actually taken place.

In time, Clermont-Ganneau collected 57 shards from the stele and, returning to France, made plaster casts of each—including the one Langlois now held in his hand—rearranging them like puzzle pieces as he worked out where each of the fragments fit. Then, satisfied he’d solved the puzzle, he “rebuilt” the stele with the original pieces he’d collected and a black filler that he inscribed with his transcription. But large sections of the original monument were still missing or in extremely poor condition. Thus certain mysteries about the text persist to this day—and scholars have been trying to produce an authoritative transcription ever since.

The end of line 31 has proved particularly thorny. Paleographers have proposed various readings for this badly damaged verse. Part of the original inscription remains, and part is Clermont-Ganneau’s reconstruction. What’s visible is the letter bet, then a gap about two letters long, where the stone was destroyed, followed by two more letters, a vav and then, less clearly, a dalet.

In 1992, André Lemaire, Langlois’ mentor at the Sorbonne, suggested that the verse mentioned “Beit David,” the House of David—an apparent reference to the Bible’s most famous monarch. If the reading was correct, the Mesha Stele did not just offer corroborating evidence for events described in the Book of Kings; it also provided perhaps the most compelling evidence yet for King David as a historical figure, whose existence would have been recorded by none other than Israel’s Moabite enemies. The following year, a stele uncovered in Israel also seemed to mention the House of David, lending Lemaire’s theory further credence.

Over the next decade, some scholars adopted Lemaire’s reconstruction, but not everyone was convinced. A few years ago, Langlois, along with a group of American biblical scholars and Lemaire, visited the Louvre, where the reconstructed stele has been on display for more than a century. They took dozens of high-resolution digital photographs of the monument while shining light on certain sections from a wide variety of angles, a technique known as Reflectance Transformation Imaging, or RTI. The Americans were working on a project about the development of the Hebrew alphabet; Langlois thought the images might allow him to weigh in on the King David controversy. But watching the photographs on a computer screen in the moments they were taken, Langlois didn’t see anything of note. “I was not very hopeful, frankly—especially regarding the Beit David line. It was so sad. I thought, ‘The stone is definitively broken, and the inscription is gone.’”

It took several weeks to process the digital images. When they arrived, Langlois began playing with the light settings on his computer, then layered the images on top of each other using a texture-mapping software to create a single, interactive, 3D image—probably the most accurate rendering of the Mesha Stele ever made.

And when he turned his attention to line 31, something tiny jumped off the screen: a small dot. “I’d been looking at this specific part of the stone for days, the image was imprinted in my eyes,” he told me. “If you have this mental image, and then something new shows up that wasn’t there before, there’s some kind of shock—it’s like you don’t believe what you see.”

In some ancient Semitic inscriptions, including elsewhere on the Mesha Stele, a small engraved dot signified the end of a word. “So now these missing letters have to end with vav and dalet,” he told me, naming the last two letters of the Hebrew spelling of “David.”

Langlois reread the scholarly literature to see if anyone had written about the dot—but, he said, no one had. Then, using the pencil on his iPad Pro to imitate the monument’s script, he tested every reconstruction previously proposed for line 31. Taking into account the meaning of the sentences that come before and after this line, as well as traces of other letters visible on RTI renderings the group had made of Clermont-Ganneau’s squeeze copy, Langlois concluded that his teacher was right: The damaged line of the Mesha Stele did, almost certainly, refer to King David. “I really tried hard to come up with another reading,” Langlois told me. “But all of the other readings don’t make any sense.”

In the sometimes contentious world of biblical archaeology, the finding was hailed by some scholars and rejected by others. Short of locating the missing pieces of the stele miraculously intact, there may be no way to definitively prove the reading one way or another. For many people, though, Langlois’ evidence was as close as we might get to resolving the debate. But that hasn’t stopped him from inviting competing interpretations. Last year, Matthieu Richelle, an epigrapher who also studied under Lemaire, wrote a paper arguing, among other things, that Langlois’ dot could just be an anomaly in the stone. He presented his findings at a biblical studies conference in a session organized by Langlois himself. “This says something about how open-minded he is,” Richelle told me.

  —  How an Unorthodox Scholar Uses Technology to Expose Biblical Forgeries

[alain-keler]

Journal d’un photographe / Après une si longue absence / Journal d’Auvergne

Grande commande photographique - BNF - Bibliothèque nationale de France/ Ministère de la Culture.

Samedi 9 avril.

Parking Paris. Pneu crevé. Aide des agents de la sécurité du parking pour me changer la roue. Ça m’a contrarié, je n’aurais pas pu la changer seul. C’est bête comme début de voyage. Route vers l’Auvergne. Il grêle dur à la sortie de l’autoroute. Saint-Eloy les mines, hôtel dont je suis toujours l’un des seuls clients. Place de la mairie, pas de fête de la bière, personne. Je finis par la trouver à la sortie de la ville, près d’un plan d’eau.

La fanfare est bien là, avec le maire de Montaigut à la trompette. Peu de monde, quelques guinguettes où l’on sert … de la bière ! Petits grêlons.

C’est un peu triste. Retour du soleil, mais cela ne suffit pas à rendre la fête gaie.

Un homme me voyant prendre des photos me conseille d’aller un peu plus tard au stade où va se jouer un match de foot.

Nord Combraille affronte le club de Châtelguyon, en départementale 2. Une quinzaine de spectateurs, mais en même temps à Clermont-Ferrand, Clermont foot affronte le PSG en championnat de France, première division.

La nuit tombe, les projecteurs éclairent le terrain où 22 joueurs se disputent le ballon. Très vite, les visiteurs dominent. Je ne resterais pas jusqu’à la fin.

À Saint-Eloy le seul restaurant correct est privatisé pour la soirée. J’atterris dans une espèce de kebab avec quelques tables. Je prends la dernière. Il y a des mères avec leurs enfants, quelques jeunes qui viennent commander à l’entrée. Je choisis un kebab frites. J’adore les kebab, et les frites, n’en parlons pas. Mais ce soir la sauce blanche maison que l’on m’a servi était assez dégueulasse, et que pour la première fois depuis sans doute des décennies je n’ai pas pu finir mon plat que j’ai quand même immortalisé par une photo qui ne gagnera sans doute jamais le Pulizer!

O’Crosby qu’il s’appelle ce fast food.

BNF / Au final il y aura un rendu de dix photographies. Beaucoup de photos, que j’appellerais « intermédiaires », non choisies mais importantes dans le cadre de mon histoire paraitront dans ce journal. Elles seront le ciment de ce projet personnel qui dépassera la commande.

Les modestes textes de mon journal de bord essayeront de raconter le déroulé et les raisons de ce travail.

[bongdasao]

Soi kèo xiên ngày 29/12 Clermont Foot vs Lille, Ligue 1

Lyon từng là kẻ thống trị Ligue 1 những năm 2000. Tuy nhiên hiện tại sau 15 trận tại mùa 2022/23, họ mới có 21 điểm và xếp thứ 8. Kết quả này đối với tầm vóc của Lyon là không tương xứng. Với phong độ bất ổn, họ sẽ tiếp đón Brest trên sân nhà ở trận đấu sắp diễn ra tại vòng 16. Đội khách hiện đang xếp thứ 16 và chỉ có 13 điểm sau 15 điểm.Hiện tại trang chủ 188 bet đang xếp Brest ở cửa Dưới với mức chấp + 0.5. Trong 10 lần gặp Lyon trước đây, Brest thắng 1, hòa 6 và chỉ thua 3 trận. Theo TLCA, Brest thắng 9/10 kèo đấu kể trên. Hiện tại phong độ của Lyon là khá tệ khi họ chỉ thắng 3 và thua 5/8 kèo TLCA mới nhất. Họ chơi rất tệ khi xa nhà với 7 lần thua kèo trong 9 trận xa nhà mới nhất. Brest lại bất bại ở 5/8 trận sân nhà vừa qua. Do đó cửa Dưới của Brest là lựa chọn hợp lý hơn trong trận này.

[lordkiradunkerque]

Friday i m'going to watch the match of USL Dunkerque against Clermont Foot. I hope i will see my homies from Dunkerque.

[butternuggets-blog]

FOR WANT OF A NAIL

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Part Twenty-Seven

Summary: Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of mistakes. His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to irritate him every other century.

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BLOOD/GORE, MASS MURDER, RELIGIOUS CONFLICT. JUST...EVERY TRIGGER WARNING. CONSIDER THIS A BLANKET WARNING FOR THE ONGOING STORY ARC FOR THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS.

They had heard about the massacres. Everyone had. Martin had wanted to set out for the Rhineland then and there, but Godfrey had unhelpfully pointed out his oath, and that they were still waiting for troops to arrive. Martin said nothing, and thought of Miriam.

When they heard about Mainz, Martin nearly chewed through his own tongue not saying anything. Especially when they each received icy letters from Miriam stating that she and Bertrand were ahead of Count Emicho's army, and would continue on to Constantinople to wait for them there, after they had finished resettling as many displaced Jews as they could rescue from the pogroms.

A mercenary no longer.. you serve an army now, not just yourself..

You made vows...you must uphold your vows..

...godsdammit...

When they finally set off in August on the Feast of the Assumption, they led an army of forty thousand overland, following the trail of butchery and devastation left in the wake of the People's Crusade.

Peter the Hermit, a Roman Catholic monk, had been at Clermont when Pope Urban II called for the liberation of Jerusalem, and he had enthusiastically set out to whip up an army. The thin sliver of difference between Jews and Muslims had been eradicated by Crusading fervour, and men, women and children were murdered by Peter and his followers wherever they went. The church condemned the slaughter, though this did nothing to stop the carnage, and by the time Urban's crusaders marched out around two thousand people had committed suicide, or been cut down trying to escape the rampaging horde.

‘-and I say it is an allegory’

Martin’s head shot up and he strained forward in the saddle, trying to see through the crowd. The column of people thinned as they filed through a narrow stretch of road between the trees and suddenly all six foot of Big York lurched into view.

‘So you say. I choose to believe that there was a crusading goose’

Martin smiled and watched Yenny trail after her brother. She was standing on carved wooden feet secured to her legs by a metal band, leaning her weight on a thick walking staff to keep her balance. Martin had gifted her her first prosthetics after she had complained about not being able to afford them, but these ones were clearly new.

'What is all this?' Martin exclaimed, smiling as he nudged his way gently through the throng. 'What are you doing here?'

'Uncle Martin!'

The two scrambled over and Martin pulled Yenny up onto the horse for a hug and a moment's rest. Big York clasped his uncle's arm in greeting as his sister groaned with relief and rubbed her calves.

'Mamm sent us to aid the pilgrims with any medicine they require' Big York gestured to the bucket and ladle he held in his hand. 'People are thirsty on the road, so we have been giving them water.'

'Where is your mother?'

'With Miriam, helping the Jews' Yenny turned to face her uncle, 'They are waiting in Magyar Királyság for you.'

Martin looked confused. 'I thought that they were going on to Constantinople?'

'The crusaders were routed by the army at Moson. Nearly everyone died.'

Fear shivered through Martin's gut and he clenched his hands instinctively.

'Mamm is alright' said Big York, in a soothing tone. He rapped his knuckles against Martin's shield, making it clang loudly. 'If you are concerned for our safety, perhaps we should wear your colours while we are here, so that no one can be mistaken about who's household we ride with.'

'It is decided then' Yenny announced, breezily.

Martin's heraldry was a deep red cross on a bright yellow background, interspersed with four blue rampant lions, each in its own empty square around the cross. He would have liked a colour scheme that didn't clash so horribly with his hair, but since he had earned his position rather than creating it outright he was hardly in a position to be choosy.

'Perhaps that would be for the best.'

'It is' Martin helped her slip from the saddle back down to the ground. She gripped her brother's arm for a moment, then regained her balance.

'When we reach the next town, I shall pay for you both to be outfitted. Til then, please be careful.'

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The moment the manacles clanged shut on his wrists took on ominous meaning for Martin over the centuries. Had he not been imprisoned, would he have been able to prevent what happened? Could he have persuaded Matthew away from the burgeoning disaster?

The army had arrived at the border of Magyar Királyság to find a group of strangers waiting for them. A band of forty knights and peasants slowly emerged from the trees, begging for food and water and shelter until the crusaders absorbed them into their ranks and carried them with them over the border.

Godfrey had summoned their leaders to his tent and Martin watched while three half-starved men staggered inside to tell their tale. He listened as cracked lips lied that the murders they had committed had been in the name of God, and not antisemitism.

Their leader, a German knight in his late twenties, spun a story of humble crusaders martyred for the cause before they managed to reach the Holy Land. He let the others beg that those few that remained be allowed to join Godfrey's army; Benjamin Fuchs never begged.

Martin almost admired his ability to shift seamlessly between centre stage and the background. The man used his underwhelming physicality to hide in plain sight, but he could draw attention onto himself with a commanding tone or look when it suited him.

He was hiding now. Somehow the human was simultaneously at the front of, and behind, the two knights he was sandwiched between, his dark eyes observing every detail keenly, a wolfish smile curling his lips.

Dangerous. Very dangerous.

‘-and that is why, perhaps, you will see your way to letting us pass through your realm’ Godfrey finished. He gestured to the three kneeling knights; two of the men looked suitably humble while Benjamin simply stared.

‘I understand your reluctance to do so, however I am not Count Emicho. I will not allow the men under my command to roam abroad lawlessly.’

When the guards at the border had not let the crusaders cross over into the kingdom, Godfrey had sent Martin and Matthew to deliver a message to King Coloman, humbly requesting entry. However, it had taken a full week before the king had agreed to meet them.

Now he was sitting before them in a resplendently carved chair, silently listening to Godfrey’s polite grovelling.

‘I will make you a deal.’

Godfrey stood up a little straighter.

‘I will allow your army to pass through, as you have said, however I require hostages. To keep your men in line, you understand?’

‘I do. I do understand.’ Godfrey’s smile was slightly forced, even as he bowed politely.

Matthew, Martin and Hugh shared a worried glance. One of the kneeling men started to cry.

‘May I suggest Sieur Bouchard’ Baldwin purred. ‘He commands a significant portion of our army; his men are loyal to a fault. They will not risk his neck.’

‘I thought that I might request yours.’ said Coloman, smoothly. Baldwin’s face fell.

‘I do offer myself as an alternative’ Martin interjected, but Coloman waved a hand and Martin fell silent.

‘Both men then. And Lady Godehilde, to ensure her husband’s compliance whilst in our care.’

Author's Notes

Deborah Harkness was deeply inspired by the Crusades. The leaders of the Crusades became various De Clermonts, or inspired certain characters and their origins.

Because I am also mixing her version of history, and our real world, characters' behaviours are going to be a lot more palatable than what really happened.

Godfrey stemmed from Godfrey of Bouillon, the duke of Lower Lorraine. A scathing review of the man, in a Hebrew text known as the Solomon bar Simson Chronicle, alleged that "Duke Godfrey, may his bones be ground to dust, ...vowed...to avenge the blood of the crucified one by shedding Jewish blood and completely eradicating any trace of those bearing the name 'Jew'". Emperor Henry banned Godfrey from carrying out this threat, and he eventually allegedly stated that he had never intended to massacre innocent civilians in the first place. However, he did willingly accept bribes from Mainz and Cologne when he travelled through the area to leave the Jewish communities there in peace.

"Altruistic" protection of the Jews - The Church officially condemned the Rhineland Massacres, as they came to be known, but certainly not for purely altruistic reasons. Saint Augustine preached that since the Jews also worshipped the Bible, they should be allowed to follow their religion since it proved Christianity was true. The Church was following this line of thinking.

Another reason for defending the Jews was that failing to do so would undermine the power of the Church to protect itself. "...The Peace of God or Pax Dei was a proclamation issued by local clergy that granted immunity from violence to noncombatants who could not defend themselves, beginning with the peasants and the clergy" (Wikipedia). If the Church failed to fulfil the terms of Pax Dei they themselves had set, it would send the clear message that the proclamation was worthless and anything was permitted.

Crusader Goose: There is a story - credited between Guibert of Nogent, Albert of Aix, and Solomon bar Simson - of a goose which was hand-raised by a woman. Eventually, the woman, believing the goose to be filled with the Holy Spirit, followed the goose wherever it went. When it entered a church, the woman took it as a sign to go on pilgrimage with the People’s Crusade. The goose died in Lorraine, where the woman cooked and ate it.

This nonsensical attitude to a potential portent of the Crusades was described as simultaneously ridiculous, dangerously stupid, and chillingly narrow-minded by all three authors. The story is now regarded by some academics to be an allegory, rather than an accurate report of an incident. The goose represents the hysterical religious fervour and antisemitism that sprung up in the People’s Crusades.

Medieval prosthetics - Archaeologists have discovered a few examples of prosthetics from the Middle Ages and earlier, over the years. Losing a limb to accident or disease was extremely common during early human history, and there was a market for prosthetics. Like now, however, ordinary people were often priced out of owning anything. And also, the options they did have (again, like now) were bulky and not particularly sophisticated. Many people may have chosen not to wear artificial limbs.

I was inspired by this article. I feel like Yenny would probably have had a leather and linen “sock” made so she doesn’t have the skin rubbed off her ankles by the brass ring. 

Mamm - mother (Common Brittonic, I think, which was the language spoken in Britain prior to, and along side, Roman Latin)

Magyar Királyság - Hungarian for the Kingdom of Hungary (please correct me if I got this wrong)