#Escomb

[vox-anglosphere]

One of the oldest Saxon churches in England - Escomb, Co. Durham

[celticculture]

​📷simon knott

[simstruhistory]

Escomb Church: Sims 4 Reconstruction

I love historical architecture. I love The Sims. I'm also a nerd. If you put everything together you will get my semi-new obsession in recreating historical houses and house plans on The Sims 4.

Download here or look for "Escombe Church" or "TeaWithTash" in the Gallery. I have a few more buildings and I've been planning on posting videos of speed building. What do you think?

Mostly, I have done Regency and 18th Century French houses, but I have been playing my historical save, I started looking for older houses and churches to recreate.

Escombe Church is one of the oldest Anglo-Saxon churches in England and was build in the 7th century (yep not 17th... seventh!) and is still functional until this day. It initially built for the Catholic Church, it now belongs to the Church of England.

[armainb]

Si lo experimento correctamente es una sensación difícil de describir. Comienza con una ligereza helada en las sienes, y de ahí va bajando muy rápidamente al centro del pecho. Se manifiesta en sentido una enorme falta, como un bocado que le falta al corazón, a ese corazón imaginario que uno cree, piensa y seguro siente. Es como un resquebrajar, como una debilidad fría, como aire helado que pasa a través del hueco. Rodeado de frío, manifestando frío. Dejando pasar con indiferencia el helado aire del que se alimenta, del que pervive, del que se manifiesta. Tal vez de eso se trata el echar de menos, porque el sentido de que algo falta es permanente. No con las acostumbradas visiones de la cinematografía, no con el cliché de quienes tratan de poetizar. No es más una herida, porque las heridas tienen bordes y palpitan, arden, duelen, queman y se retuercen, las heridas están llenas de desesperación, no así esto otro que se siente.

Es contemplar algo que ya no está, que ya no existe, no como un recuerdo que evoca y reclama las ausencias, es sólo un vacío, informe, sin límites y cuya extensión está más allá de las palabras. No es ésta imagen del vórtice, del torbellino remolineante que se lo va tragando a uno. Porque así habría consuelo, porque el torbellino estaría afuera y no dentro de uno. Quieto e inmóvil al interior del lo que alguna vez fue un imaginario corazón. Soy algo más que contener unas lágrimas necias, insistentes lágrimas que al final no alcanzan ya a salir, que ni se agolpan ya en la garganta, no la irritan, no la cierran, no la demandan.

Es un sin palabras, un entrecerrar de ojos que se cansan de ver lo que no existe y tal vez anhelan ellos mismos que algo o alguien estuvieran ahí. Es el molesto respirar propio, más tranquilo que el suspiro de los gatos y los perros, y por su puesto nunca reconfortante como el suspirar de los infantes dormidos y plácidos. Es la sensación constante de un ligerísimo toque, casi imperceptible tacto en la sien. Es contemplar las manos vacías y ni siquiera preguntar por qué, en dónde o cómo.

Sentimiento de resignación mientras se sabe destruido el mundo propio. Es el peso de la propia cara, de la sonrisa fingida mientras el espectador interno mira con desdén que prosigue la propia vida. Sin sobresaltos sabe de la mascarada, sabe de la mentira que se oculta detrás del estoy bien, del no pasa nada, del sin novedad.

Frente al espejo no reconozco más que una carcasa vacía, vaciada de todo, recipiente dispuesto pero roto, resquebrajado, permisivo al escurrimiento del ahora, lleno por instantes pero sin retención del todo ¿Son también las paredes de esta vasija una ilusión? Prefiero ahora y cada vez más los silencios, estoy ya indiferente al bullicio y a la presencia de los demás ¿Qué más me da? ¿Qué más me importa? Ahora a veces sólo me puede mínimamente sorprender la lineal del camino que resta, el valle final en donde me reclamará la tierra de vuelta. Parece tan atractivo y tan reconfortante saber que también yo espero un final. Que decisivamente éste llegará, que no me olvidará, que asecha y lisonjea en la distancia del tiempo. Contemplo así las batallas que sobrevienen, que se acercan como las decisivas aguas de una mar embravecida pero que al final, esta mar, también pasará. Se difuminará en la distancia que marca la espalda, enmudecerá su fragor, se apagarán sus vientos.

Podría decir tal vez que me embarga la tristeza, pero eso es ya demasiado simple. No estoy triste, sólo soy la antesala del final que sobreviene. Porque la tristeza y la melancolía conocen un principio y un final, precisan de un alma y un espíritu al cual anclarse, necesitan del agua salada, del palpitar, del recuerdo y de los anhelos. Esos ya no habitan más aquí, no encuentran casa ni cobijo, ni morada, ni altar, ni deseo, ni razón.

¿Puede entonces matarse el espíritu y la esencia? ¿Puede entonces desfallecer la inmortalidad del alma? ¿Puede irse de mí y yo sin saberlo? ¿Puede desaparecer lo primordial sin dejarse escombros detrás? Así ¿Sin más?

[northeastjobs]

Enhanced Teaching Assistant

Escomb Primary School are seeking to recruit an Enhanced Teaching Assistant Contract Type: Term-time only (Permanent) | Working Pattern: Full time - term time plus specified days | Salary: £24,294 - £26,421 pro rata | Advert End Date: 12/07/2024 12:00 |  http://dlvr.it/T931NZ

[petnews2day]

Brave dog saves master from deadly snake coiled under couch

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Brave dog saves master from deadly snake coiled under couch

A brave and intelligent pet dog in South Africa saved its owner from a dangerous mamba snake that was hiding under the couch in his house. The man living in Escombe, Queensburgh, thought it was weird that his Rottweiler was pushing him away from his couch, one he sits on every afternoon. As the dog […]

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[fleamarketnews]

Queensburgh Market in Escombe

Queensburgh Market in Escombe

Queensburgh Market for local traders every Friday 8am – 2pm on the corner of Main and St Augustine Road, Escombe.

[professorbook]

Escomb Saxon Church, founded 675 AD.

[teesdaletrails]

Finding adventure. Enchanted lake & magic river. #littleexplorers #riverwear #escomb (at Escomb) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAm2HwQHJW4/?igshid=6i87v1tt12go

[mangohealth]

Are You a “Patient” or “Consumer”?

A great deal of patience is often required in health care, for all the waiting around that’s involved. But now the idea of being a “consumer” is emerging as a new way to describe the traditional title of “patient”. Musician, comedian, and patient advocate Luke Escombe considers the difference between being a patient vs. a consumer in the healthcare system — and encourages you to rethink your own role.

“Patient” always seemed like a pretty good job description for chronically ill people like me and our role in the health system.

First we wait for an appointment. Then we wait in the waiting room. Then we wait for the doctor to make a treatment decision. Then we wait for the treatment to work. Patience is the essential quality we need for all that waiting around.

As a patient, I’d seen my doctors as authority figures who needed to be obeyed. 

Ever since I was a kid, I’d thought about my place in the health system this way. In my mind, doctors were like teachers: you would give them your homework and test results, then they would tell you if you were good or bad. The role of the patient, as I understood it, was to submit to the doctor’s opinion, often with your pants around your ankles.  

The idea that you could challenge them or disagree with their decisions never occurred to me. That’s why hearing the term “consumer” for the first time at the Australian National Medicines Symposium a few years ago felt so foreign. It seemed to describe a completely different health system, one in which the patients somehow got to sit in the director’s seat and call the shots. After all, consumers have options. Consumers have power.

And yet “consumer” was how people at this industry event were describing me. I felt like I’d just been given access to secret knowledge. I wondered if someone at reception had accidentally given me the wrong security clearance.

Over the next few days, I started to think about these two words — patient and consumer — and the different roles they imply.

Thinking about my doctors in this way made me suddenly see them in a new light. All at once, I felt grateful to have such brilliant, dedicated people in my corner.

Being a consumer gave me a voice. It made me a part of the conversation about my own health outcomes.

As a patient, I’d seen my doctors as authority figures who needed to be obeyed. Now, as a consumer, I realized that these amazing human beings were not my masters, but my partners. They were the experts I was choosing to hire to help me run the vital business of my health and well-being.

Thinking about my doctors in this way made me suddenly see them in a new light. All at once, I felt grateful to have such brilliant, dedicated people in my corner. I felt inspired to be collaborating with them on such an important project: my health. I realized that we were working together with the shared purpose of making my life better.

I also began to recognize that being a consumer gave me a voice. It made me a part of the conversation about my own health outcomes. As a patient, I’d just been waiting for someone else to do it.

The fact is, you’re a consumer already, whether you know it or not. The question is, will you be a mindless consumer or an enlightened one?

As a consumer, I could talk directly to the companies making my medications and demand improvements. My voice would be heard, and my story would be respected. As a patient, I merely accepted what I was given.

Patients wait. Consumers act. Patients submit. Consumers lead. Patients accept. Consumers demand.

The fact is, you’re a consumer already, whether you know it or not. The question is, will you be a mindless consumer or an enlightened one?

And then I started to think about the type of consumer I had been up until that point. I thought about all the money that I had spent on medical expenses, either out of my own pocket or through insurance.

All the family doctor visits, consultations with surgeons, specialist clinic appointments, blood tests, stool sample analysis kits, iron infusions, surgeries, CT scans, MRIs, x-rays, colonoscopies, and hospital parking fees. Not to mention the daily meds, multivitamins, calcium supplements, antibiotics, pain killers, sleeping tablets, laxatives, enemas, cough syrups, and blister packs.

And then it hit me: my God, I’m not just a consumer, I’m an addict! How could I have spent all this money and still be sick?

That’s when the final shift from a patient to a consumer mentality took place for me: when I realized that with this newfound power came a responsibility to make good choices. Perhaps that’s what scares some of us off, the acceptance of responsibility for our own choices.

But the fact is, you’re a consumer already, whether you know it or not. The question is, will you be a mindless consumer or an enlightened one?

About the Author Based in Australia, Luke Escombe is an award-winning singer-songwriter, comedian, and health advocate. He is the creator of "Chronic", a one-man comedy show about living with IBD, and "The Vegetable Plot", a roots music band for kids, families, and foodies promoting healthy eating. Since the debut of “Chronic” at the 2011 Melbourne International Comedy Festival, Luke’s ability to take his real-life struggles with chronic illness and turn them into laughter, music, and art has earned him keynote speaking engagements at health events worldwide, as well as standing ovations on four continents.

If you liked this post, you may also like:  • Is It Time to Find a New Doctor? 5 Red Flags to Watch For  • 12 Ways to Save Money on Health Care  • Men Need Self-Care, Too

The posts on this blog are for information only. They are neither intended to substitute for a relationship with your doctor or other healthcare provider, nor do they constitute medical or healthcare advice of any kind. Any information in these posts should not be acted upon without consideration of primary source material and professional input from one’s own healthcare providers.

[churchcrawler]

St John the Evangelist, Escomb, County Durham

[risluvsearth]

Acting rich is the first step to becoming king

I think Tolkien, along with the former kings of the Anglo-Saxon aristocracy, utilize traditional forms of craftsmanship and design to demonstrate ancestral knowledge and lineage — it seems that cultural education serves as a claim to power. Much like the fears of a particular landscape may be passed down through species (i.e. elves v.s. caves), power can also be transferred via death to next of kin.

The Escomb church (Co Durham) serves as an example of how ruling bodies demonstrate wealth as a way of exerting their power (Thomas, pp. 295). When considering the use of cross-cultural architecture, as is seen with this building’s Germanic layout and Roman masonry techniques, I automatically thing of how much time and skill had to go into importing, as well as crafting, with foreign materials. I think a similar idea is evident in the use of straw for a roof atop the Golden Hall, to make it look like gold from far away. In addition, the fact that the Golden Hall was built on top of a monumental natural structure contributes to an idea that nature supports the rightful reign of whoever resides there (regardless of whether or not that’s true). This very much establishes a literal/physical hierarchy.

[origamiquotes]

“Not all of us are bad. This is my way of showing that we respect Japanese culture; we respect Japanese people.”

Ismael Escombe, U.S. marine, who began folding cranes to give away when he saw a sign outside his base in Japan that read - “no base, no rape, no tears.”

[northeastjobs]

Teaching Assistant

Escomb Primary School are seeking to recruit a Teaching Assistant Contract Type: Term-time only (Permanent) | Working Pattern: Full time - term time plus specified days | Salary: £23,114 - £23,893 pro rata | Advert End Date: 04/12/2023 23:59 |  http://dlvr.it/SzNDV7

[petnews2day]

Dog's constant barking saves owner from black mamba snake, netizens are stunned | Trending

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Dog's constant barking saves owner from black mamba snake, netizens are stunned | Trending

A dog in South Africa proved its bravery by defending its owner from a dangerous mamba snake that was hiding under the couch. A man in Escombe, Queensburgh, thought it was weird that his Rottweiler was pushing him away from his couch, one he sits on every afternoon. As the dog started barking at the […]

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[silver--storms]

Greta Van Fleet | Hollywood Palladium | 2019

📸: melanie escombe