#Heinrich Reinhold

[icecreamwithjackdaniels]

Heinrich Reinhold (German, 1788–1825), "Waves on the Sorrento Coast", 1823

[romanticism-art-history]

Terrace Of The Capuchin Monastery In Sorrento painted by Heinrich Reinhold (1788 - 1825)

[joostjongepier]

Wat?   Friedrichwerdersche Kirche door Karl Friedrich Schinkel, Eva mit ihren Kindern Kain und Abel (1909) door Reinhold Begos, Hyazinth (1817, gegoten 1827) door François-Joseph Bosio en Fischerknabe (uiterlijk 1839, uitvoering 1840) door Heinrich Kümmel

Waar?   Friedrichwerdersche kirche, Berlijn

Wanneer?   11 augustus 2024

De Friedrichwerdersche Kirche is een neogotisch gebouw, ontworpen door architect Karl Friedrich Schinkel (1781-1841). In 1987 werd de kerk in gebruik genomen als Schinkel-museum en dependance van de Alte Nationalgalerie. Het Schinkel-museum beperkt zich tot een aantal informatieborden. Beneden in het koor en boven op de galerij zijn beelden te zien uit de collectie van de Nationalgalerie.

Van Reinhold Begas (1831-1911) is er een beeld van Eva met haar twee kinderen, Kaïn en Abel. Terwijl de één op schoot bij zijn moeder zit, drinkt de ander aan moeders borst. Ik neem aan dat Abel drinkt, want de ander kijkt behoorlijk ontevreden en heeft zijn voet op het been van zijn broertje. Je voelt dat zoveel ontevredenheid wel tot consequenties moet leiden.

Volgens de Griekse mythologie (in de versie van Ovidius’ Metamorphosen) is Apollo verliefd op prins Hyacinthus. Bij een potje discuswerpen wil Apollo indruk maken op zijn vriend en gooit de discus zo hard hij kan. Hyacinthus op zijn beurt wil ook indruk maken en rent vooruit om de discus te pakken zodra deze landt. De discus stuitert echter en raakt de prins in het gezicht. Hyacinthus sterft. Een druppel bloed valt op de grond en daar groeit een bloem. In het beeld van François-Joseph Bosio  (1788-1845) ligt de schijf echter onder de handen van de nog tamelijk levend ogende Hyacinthus.

Een hengel in de hand laat er geen twijfel over bestaan wat de naakte jongen. verbeeld door Heinrich Kümmel (1810-1855), aan het doen is. Hij staat er ontspannen bij, zijn benen gekruist, zijn linkerhand op zijn heup. Bij zijn voeten staat een emmertje klaar om de vangst in op te bergen. Nu maar wachten of ze willen bijten!

[save-the-villainous-cat]

hi i have a little 18th century german boy oc and u r the only german person ik . i want to strike a deal . if u suggest German names i will give u cat pictures

A lil 18th century German oc? Oh boy oh boy those dudes had terrible names like Gerhard, Eberhard, Reinhard…lots of hard huh…

But here are a few German names (also a bit Nordic, cuz I’m a bitch living in the north and c’mon Hanse <33) which I believe to be rather timeless and free of the grandpa stamp:

-Hans

-Erik (also Eric)

-Anton

-Till

-Emil

-Mats

-Fiete

-Lars / Lasse

-Konrad (also Conrad)

-Fred

-Moritz

-Jannik (also Jannick, Yannic, Yannik, Yannick…)

-Gustaf (also Gustav)

-Arne

-Phillip (also Fillip)

-Finn

-Jakob

-Jan

-Nils

-Julius

(Not me searching through my followers on insta to look up my classmate���s names…👹)

Those would be a few that come to mind when I think of timeless names that guys had in the 18th century and today. When we think about 18th century people specifically, I just think of writers and artists of that time, like:

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (<3) and his boyfriend

Friedrich Schiller,

Gotthold Ephraim Lessing,

Joseph von Eichendorff (<3),

Caspar David Friedrich (<3),

Heinrich Reinhold…etc. etc…

As most last names, Germany’s last names are an indicator for the occupation someone had (unless there’s a von, that means they’re nObLe), here are some examples:

-Schmidt

-Weber (hehe)

-Bauer

-Müller / Möller

-Koch

-Schneider

-Fischer

-Meier/Meyer

-Wagner

-Becker

-Hoffmann

-Schäfer

-Wolf

-Neumann

-Zimmermann

-Krüger

-Köhler

Etc. etc….

NOW GIVE ME THE CAT PICS 🔫

[eugeniovonsavoy]

On the morning of 24 July 1914, Grand Duke Kirill Vladimirovich and his wife, Grand Duchess Victoria Feodorovna, stepped off a train in Tartu. The Grand Duke, a cousin of Tzar Nikolai II, was the honorary president of the Baltic Automobile- and Aero-Club, and it was the first day of the Großfürstin-Viktoriafahrt, an annual automobile race named after the Grand Duchess. Roughly 30 cars were attending the race, all occupied by people of high rank and standing, including Nikolai Svegintsov, the Governor of Livonia,1 where the race was to take place. The group first raced to Alatskivi, roughly 40 km northeast of Tartu, where baron Heinrich Reinhold von Nolcken treated the visitors to a breakfast and an excursion in his grandiose manor. They then raced back to Tartu, where they were received by the city's mayor with the local fire brigade orchestra, tea, champagne, and the theatre capella. The group then proceeded to the Raadi manor on the city's edge, where the owner Reinhold Karl von Liphart presented his extensive art collection, followed by a festive dinner, a ball, and fireworks. During the next six days, the automobilists drove more than a thousand kilometres through Livonia in a largely similar manner – a race to a manor where a friendly owner treats the visitors to a breakfast and a tour, followed by a race to the next location with a few stops along the way, concluded by a festive dinner with dancing and fireworks in the evening.2 The joyride-like race had taken a long and careful preparation. Among other things, the roads along the race's route had to be in an automobile-friendly state. For this purpose, the Governor had ordered an extraordinary maintenance of the roads.3 At the time, roads were maintained via a system of corvée – each peasant household, usually consisting of a family and a few farm hands, was obligated to maintain certain strips of roads without pay. Usually, the work was done in the spring and fall, but this time an order to fix the roads came in early summer, a time of intense farm work. Furthermore, the inspection was unusually harsh, and the peasants were ordered to redo the work multiple times in many places.4 On the outskirts of the town of Viljandi, the situation even evolved into a widely reported conflict between the local peasants and baron Werner von Wolff, a local official tasked with inspecting the roads. Having demanded redoing a certain strip of road for the third time, the baron hired private contractors without having waited for the passing of the deadline given to the peasants. The contractors, likely local construction entrepreneurs who were happy to undertake expensive works, fulfilled the wishes of the baron to the letter and charged a huge sum of 2,670 roubles and 20 kopecks,5 which the baron then demanded from the peasants. The peasants, along with Estonian journalists, were outraged – the legality of the actions of the baron was questionable at best.6 However, an auditor from the regional capital Riga had little sympathy for the peasants and sided with the baron, forcing them to pay the ruinous sum.7 On July 30, the very last day of the event, for which likely thousands of peasants had been drafted, the automobilists were enjoying a festive dinner when the news of mobilisation and the state of war reached them. The race was to remain the last one in the Russian Empire.8 A few years later, the Empire, along with the world of large estates, dukes, duchesses and exploitative barons was gone and replaced, in the case of the Governance of Livonia, with democratic nation-states of Estonia and Latvia that stood, to a large extent, most of all for the interests of the peasant population. Yet the road maintenance system, based on feudal economic and social relations, survived almost intact. The road corvée was eventually abolished only in 1959, and even then, certain remnants of it continued until the 1990s. How could a system, long considered obsolete and anti-modern, survive for so long after the economic system which had called it into existence had collapsed?

Utóbbi idők legerősebb indítása, amit olvastam.

[nonvaleurs]

Handelsschutzverein Pirmasens 1923: Waren-Gutscheine

Die Gutscheine bzw. Warengutscheine des badischen Handelsschutzvereins der Pfalz, Gruppe Pirmasens, sind als früheste Ausgabe des besetzten Gebietes* anzusehen.

Nach Meinung der Industrie-und Handelskammer für die Pfalz, Zweigstelle Pirmasens, sind sie schon Ende September 1923 in den Verkehr gelangt. Die Scheine einer ersten Reihe lauteten: „Gutschein über 2 Goldmark = 8 Franken“, die einer zweiten: „Waren-Gutschein über 2 Goldmark = 8 Franken“. Die Gutscheine hatten gemäß Aufdruck eine Gültigkeit bis zum 31. Januar 1924.

Der Text wurde geändert, um unmissverständlich zum Ausdruck zu bringen, dass die Herausgeber, die dem Handelsschutzverein angeschlossenen Pirmasenser Geschäfte, damit keine Geld-, sondern nur eine Warenverbindlichkeit eingegangen waren. Mit der Stadtverwaltung wurde vereinbart, dass sie zur Bezahlung von Steuern verwendet werden konnten. Über 30 Einzelhändler bedienten sich dieses Geldes, das trotz Gültigkeit bis zum 31. Januar 1924 nur bis etwa November 1923 in Pirmasens umlief.

In die Gutscheine (1. Reihe) wurden die Namen von folgenden 13 teilnehmenden Pirmasenser Einzelhandels-Geschäften eingestempelt: Carl Beierlein, Handelsschutzvereins der Pfalz, Gruppe Pirmasens; Lenchen Hornung-Vogel, Reinhold Jähne, Phillip Kling, Friedrich Krämer, Franz Lambrecht, Lützel & Co.,  Georg Moster, Phillip Reinhard, Gustav Ross, Georg Schwarz und Emil Winter.

In den Waren-Gutscheinen (2. Reihe) fanden sich die Namen von 25 teilnehmenden Pirmasenser Einzelhandels-Geschäften: Albert Baer, P. Bennewitz, Max Berndt, Fritz Blank, Franz Zentner, J. Forster, Wilhelm Friedländer, Hamburger Engros-Lager Carl Schmelzle & Co., Handelsschutzvereins der Pfalz, Gruppe Pirmasens, Georg Jung, Rudolf Knoll, Wollhaus Kolb, Friedrich Krämer, E. Kuprion, Louis Landauer, Heinrich Moritz, Georg Moster, Kätchen Nicolaus, Fritz Nikolaus, Paula Pfänder, Friedrich Schneider, Otto Schwab, Christ. Sieber, Heinrich Stapf und Emil Winter.

Handelsschutzvereins der Pfalz, Gruppe Pirmasens, Waren-Gutschein über 2 Goldmark = 8 Franken, ausgegeben in Pirmasens von Firma Albert Baer (ohne Datum)

Die ohne schriftliche Genehmigung der französischen Besatzungsmacht erfolgte Ausgabe brachte den Vereinsvorsitzenden der Gruppe Pirmasens vor das Militärgericht in Kaiserslautern. Da er sich auf eine mündliche Genehmigung des französischen Referenten für Wirtschaft in Pirmasens berufen konnte, wurde er wieder entlassen mit der Auflage, keine weiteren Scheine auszugeben und die ordnungsmäßige Einlösung der bereits umlaufenden Stücke zu überwachen.

*Zum „besetzten Gebiet“ gehörten im Herbst 1923: der gesamte linksrheinische Raum, das sogenannte „Sanktionsgebiet“ etwa identisch mit dem nördlichen Teil der rechtsrheinischen Provinz Rheinland; das sogenannte „Ruhr-Einbruchsgebiet“, das im Norden bis Haltern, im Osten bis hinter Dortmund und im Süden bis kurz vor Hagen reichte, ferner große Teile des Bergischen Landes nördlich, östlich und südöstlich von Köln und einige Brückenköpfe, von denen die am weitesten in das unbesetzte Gebiet hineinragenden die von Koblenz (bis Diez) und von Mainz (bis kurz vor Frankfurt) waren. Politisch betrachtet umfasste es die gesamte Bayerische Pfalz, fast die gesamte Rheinprovinz, das zu Oldenburg gehörende Land Birkenfeld, wesentliche Teile der Provinz Westfalen und kleinere Teile von Hessen und von Hessen-Nassau.

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Hans-Georg Glasemann

nonvaleurs.de@gmail.com

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Bildquelle: Landesarchiv Baden-Württemberg, Abt. Staatsarchiv Freiburg (6/2023) Literaturhinweis (Daten und Texte teilweise entnommen): Wilhelmy, Rudolf; Geschichte des deutschen wertbeständigen Notgeldes von 1923/1924, Dissertation, Berlin, 1962.

[art-and-things-of-beauty]

Heinrich Reinhold (1788-1825) - The Myra Falls at Muggendorf, watercolor, opaque white, brush and pen in black and pencil on paper. 33,7 × 25,1 cm.

[vivelareine]

A portrait of three children of Heinrich von Reuß and Christine Henriette Antonie von Schönburg-Wechselburg-Forderglauchau by Johann Friedrich Leberecht Reinhold, 1795.

[nebris]

The four principal German idealists: Immanuel Kant (upper left), Johann Gottlieb Fichte (upper right), Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph Schelling (lower left), Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (lower right) 

German idealism was a philosophical movement that emerged in Germany in the late 18th and early 19th centuries. It developed out of the work of Immanuel Kant in the 1780s and 1790s,[1] and was closely linked both with Romanticism and the revolutionary politics of the Enlightenment. The best-known thinkers in the movement, besides Kant, were Johann Gottlieb Fichte, Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph Schelling, Arthur Schopenhauer, Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, and the proponents of Jena Romanticism (Friedrich Hölderlin, Novalis, and Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel).[2] August Ludwig Hülsen, Friedrich Heinrich Jacobi, Gottlob Ernst Schulze, Karl Leonhard Reinhold, Salomon Maimon and Friedrich Schleiermacher also made major contributions.

The period of German idealism after Kant is also known as post-Kantian idealism, post-Kantian philosophy, or simply post-Kantianism.[3]

Fichte's philosophical work has controversially been interpreted as a stepping stone in the emergence of German speculative idealism, the thesis that we only ever have access to the correlation between thought and being.[4] Another scheme divides German idealists into transcendental idealists, associated with Kant and Fichte, and absolute idealists, associated with Schelling and Hegel.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_idealism

[aic-european]

Italian Landscape, Heinrich Reinhold, 1821, Art Institute of Chicago: European Painting and Sculpture

Bequest of Harold Joachim Size: 12 13/16 × 10 7/8 in. (32.6 × 27.6 cm) Medium: Oil on paper mounted on canvas

https://www.artic.edu/artworks/65848/

[hollenka99]

The Doctor

Summary: Henrik finds himself the doctor of a household full of people who look a lot like him.

Warnings: Death mention, gore, possession, kidnapping, medical procedures

Well, it’s only been 7 months since I posted The Magician. I think it’s high time I updated this au, don’t you?

@egopocalypse

Peter's death consumes Dr Schneeplestein's mind as he cycles home. He'll have to look his wife in the eye and explain to her that their accountant was gone. She'll probably be mad. He doesn't want her to be mad. He wants her to be empathetic. Peter was more than his accountant, he was his friend as well. And their children, he's sure they have children, they are likely to bother him with trivial things like homework. Who cares about what they did at school today? He is going to lock himself in the spare bedroom for the rest of the evening. He needs the time alone. Distracted by these thoughts, he takes the wrong path which inevitably directs him to a house he knows is not his own. Well, that's just great. He's gotten himself lost. This is the last thing he needs right now. Best to ask the residents if they could send him back on his way. God knows he doesn't want to be aimlessly pedalling around for ages. A man immediately speaks over his shoulder upon taking one look at him. "Jack, I think Sean's posted the video." The one he guesses is Jack emerges. "Fantastic. Hey, buddy, I'm Jack. And this is Marvin. Come on inside." "I just wanted to go home." The smile falters. "Oh, sure. Didn't realise you lived somewhere else. How about you stay here for a minute first? We can sort everything out." He needed their help so... fine. If they insisted. "Please do not be long." It is brief, as the two strangers had promised. The three of them discuss the situation. Jack maintained a YouTube channel with his friend Sean. The videos from the channel enabled Sean's ability to bring the characters he played to life. The community surrounding the channel played their part in all of it too, yet it was Sean who usually lay the foundation. That sounded reasonable. Marvin, it appeared, was capable of performing magic. Quite fond of plants as well. While as welcoming as Jack, there was an off-putting air about the magician. Not judgemental as such but... well, Schneeplestein couldn't quite work it out. It didn't matter. Marvin was friendly enough. The young superhero is inappropriately loud as he enters. They were having a conversation and this kid just bursts in. Jackie, which was apparently the hero's name, comes across as friendly once he realises his mistake. Schneeplestein interrupts him as he rambles about a recent sighting. Yes, there is a house not too far from here. The doctor should know, it is his. Jackie is tasked with directing him home. As they walk, Jackie proves to be talkative. He makes up for Schneeplestein's lack of contribution by filling the silence. It would seem the doctor was made in response to Jackie nearly dying from exsanguination. That was... interesting. When asked more about his family, he realises he doesn't know. He can't even tell him what his children's names are. He can't remember. Why can't he remember their names?! They are his children! His wife! This must have been reported back as Jack asks to meet up the next morning. The doctor happily accepts. The talk leads to working out what his name was. He had to be more than Dr Schneeplestein. One of Jack's suggestions is Leo. It triggers a reaction within him. With some thought, the doctor comes to the name of Leonie. Memories of meeting a French woman with bushy curls flood in. The way she smiled as she accepted the offer for coffee. Her pleasant shock as he presented her with a ring. The beautiful elegance of the dress that had exceeded his expectations. Completely missing her hints until she swore in her native language before slamming a positive test into his hands. Seeing her face light up as she dragged him towards their son so he could witness clumsy steps. Coming into the living room on Mother's Day, only to find two of them sleepily snuggling on the sofa with her while she was pregnant with the third. Jack is delighted with this burst of recollection. It means it's working. They carry on with the list of male names. Hugo, Gunter, Patrik… even Reinhold. Nothing. No reaction from deep within himself is mustered. He's not Siegfried von Schneeplestein either. Eventually, Heinrich is brought up. Heinrich. Yes, that sounded right. Yet not. But they were on the right path. Heinz? No, which is good because he doesn't want to share his name with a tinned food company. The 'rich' part certainly resonated with him. Rick, Richard? Well, even if he was a Rick, who wants to share his name with the man his wife was potentially seeing behind his back? No, it was a variant of Heinrich for sure. After so many years of being taught to analyse, it seems to have backfired. He was thinking too much into this. Just drop the 'i' and switch the 'ch' with a 'k'. Henrik, his name was Henrik. Of course it was. How on earth could he have forgotten that? In response to Henrik revealing this to Jack, his soon-to-be friend bursts into a grin and offers his hand. As they shake hands, Jack declares it is nice to meet him. This was the second successful breakthrough for them. Both he and his wife had more solid identities. Now all that was left were his children. He later checks the same website Jack had used. From there, he can scan names and possibly ease the confusion. He feels like German names were the best starting point. He'd check out French names if he still had an identity missing. Things soon slot into place. First, there was Elias. He was nine now. An avid reader, he had an inexplicable interest for birds. He was in his element whenever he was exploring the great outdoors. Oh yes, that had certainly caused issues when he was younger and still yet to grasp the concept of not bringing nature inside with him. After him came Heidi, his five year old sister. It would seem she was beginning to show signs of a budding artist. He remembers the birthday where crayons were treated as if they were lottery winnings. In the sense it was a life changing possession. It wasn't long before that pack had been eroded by paper. And little Alina, the youngest at four years old. She was somehow was in possession of as much energy as the sun could produce. If she wasn't playing tag with her siblings, she was rifling through a dress up box or singing as loudly as she was able. Then there was her habit of tugging desperately at the hand holding hers in order to race across the street and greet the dog she'd spotted. Now that they are becoming closer, Jack asks for a favour. He understands Henrik is a busy man, what with being a doctor and all, but if he could spare a few minutes to check on a friend, Jack would greatly appreciate it. They've never had a medical professional they could send this ego to. Sure, Henrik nods, he'll do his best to fit him in. Angus astounds him. Nothing really seems to fit a diagnosis. While his symptoms may partially match certain ailments, there were always other symptoms related to those conditions that disproved Angus was suffering from said condition. His initial hypothesis had been chronic fatigue syndrome when he'd first heard about the daily lack of energy. However, symptoms of CFS included enlarged lymph nodes (Angus' were fine), joint pain without swelling (no such pain, swelling or not) and headaches (nope). He wasn't about to force a diagnosis on someone whose symptoms half fit. Angus was a medical enigma. Angus' condition was simply Angus' condition, it seemed. Henrik hates to disappoint Jack, as well as the others, but nothing particularly made sense. October proceeds fairly calmly. There are patients to care for at work and children to keep an eye on at home. On top of all that, Jackie and Marvin's burgeoning friendship caused them to train together. With Marvin's developing magic and Jackie's newfound superpowers, those training sessions added up to a few safety risks. Henrik supervised them in case of injuries whenever he had the time. Most of October is calm. It kind of falls at the last hurdle. Marvin pounds at his front door minutes after he returns from trick-or-treating. He is immediately rushed to the egos' home. Marvin hasn't been communicating the issue clearly. That is why he is shocked to learn of what had happened that evening. Jack had been recording a video where he carved a pumpkin. Simple enough. Until he slit his own throat. Okay, he had this. It was just a simple case of reconnecting any blood vessels and muscles needed before suturing the wound. Saving a man who had already bled out was so simple. So easy. At least it was only Jack's veins that were damaged. Internal jugular and interior thyroid, if he's not mistaken. Henrik works diligently. If anything, Jack deserves to be fixed before they- No, he is not losing another one. He'll pull a miracle out of his ass if he has to. Somehow, he does. Jack stabilises. He appears to recover faster than expected. Henrik can relax slightly and stop stressing about his friend's health. He would much rather focus on mundane things like whether Heidi would prefer her birthday cake to look like a hedgehog or caterpillar. If Henrik can put this whole ordeal behind him, that would be great. The situation complicates. He is home when Sean visits Jack, triggering an argument between the two. This in turn seems to have caused Jackie to wander off in an attempt to get away from it. And now the sixteen year old boy was missing. He can alert the police if they want. Otherwise, he's not sure how much help he can be. However, if they did find Jackie, please don't hesitate to tell him. He would need to check if he suffered any injuries while outside the safety of their home. The day marking 10 years since he married Leonie came around. He gets paged, meaning their celebratory meal out will have to be cancelled. Yes, he knows they've been planning this for months. 10 years, yep, there's no need to remind him. What did she expect him to do, not go to-? Oh, there she goes pulling the work card. She had a degree so why was he to blame for her not putting it to good use? It wasn't like he told her to go into a unpredictable field like interpreting. Maybe they would be happier if weren't living together? Ha! If they separated, she'd struggle to support herself and three children. They both knew that. Whatever, he had to go. Happy anniversary. He finds some reprieve in early December. A child's excitement to find St Nicholas has left chocolate coins in their shoes will never get old. Another added benefit to St Nicholas' Day is how diligently the girls clean their rooms in preparation. Elias is beginning to get to an age where the existence of Santa is being doubted. Nevertheless, he goes along with the tradition with as much anticipation as his sisters. It also causes him to take lead of the cleaning campaign which, again, saves Henrik or Leonie from further encouragement to get the house ready for the nightly visitor. Marvin brings home a cat in February. On a day where Leonie's schedule is packed but his is not, he takes the children to visit his friends. At times he has to encourage them to be gentle and approach Bastet carefully. She was a former stray after all and not entirely used to having a permanent home. Either way, the three of them adore the new addition. And Henrik himself had to admit she was a pretty girl. Things change in April when a young man arrives on his table. The patient had been brought in after sustaining a gun shot wound to the head, an apparent suicide attempt. The surgery is long and tough. There had to be a great deal of delicate precision to ensure minimal damage. Yet, in the end, it proves successful. He couldn't be more relieved. Henrik checks up on the patient after he regains consciousness. It doesn't escape his notice that Mr Brody bares resemblance to him and the rest of the egos. While conversing with him, he learns Brody has nowhere to go once he's released. Henrik leaves him an address which may help him. Breaking as little patient confidentiality as he can, he lets Jack know a visitor may arrive in the near future. It's surprises Brody when Henrik sees to him in his private clinic. Well, what can Henrik say? He's somewhat of the egos' personal doctor. Chase is a part of the group as much as the rest of them. Hence, Henrik was now in charge of overseeing Chase's wellbeing as well. The left arm worries him. While the rest of the brain seems unaffected by the incident, the site of the injury certainly wasn't left unscathed. With part of his premotor cortex damaged, it would appear the function in his left arm had become impaired. Physical therapy is recommended. The two men speak more often with the conversations turning less formal. He discovers the two of them have some things in common. They were both fathers with daughters the same age. In fact, Alina tells him all about her new friend Willow who'd recently joined her year group. Chase was going through a divorce and Henrik can certainly relate to being part of an imperfect marriage. They'd even become fathers and husbands at similar ages. Henrik's really starting to like Chase. He doesn't approve of the way he conducts himself at times but he's generally a good guy. He would say he's someone to grab a beer with. However, Chase's forming issues with alcohol were not something Henrik wished to endorse. Jack approaches him in June. Oh, he's returned to learning to German while the rest of the house slept? Jack didn't have to do that for him. Honestly, he is flattered. No, not flattered. Something stronger than flattered like... like moved. Jack secretly putting the effort in to surprise him had been moving. Still, there is some more practice required in terms of becoming fluent in the language. He and Jack aid each other in improving their linguistic skills in the others' native tongue. Jacques' arrival allows Henrik to strengthen his multilingualism even more. Now he could converse with Jack in German and Jacques in French. Everyone else, of course, spoke English around him, whether at work or in public. He wasn't complaining. Henrik did live in an English speaking country, after all. Once the artist settled in a little, perhaps he should invite him for dinner. Leonie would probably enjoy having someone else who was native to her own home country. He's quietly working in his own lab when Jack stumbles through the door. His friend barely gets a syllable out before gagging. Immediately, Henrik begins gathering observational evidence in an effort to diagnose. Gagging, especially when pairing with covering the mouth, indicated nausea. So that's already one symptom he can work with. Yes, he can work this out. He can help. For Jack, for his dear friend. He can't work it out. None of the symptoms seem to tell him anything. Deep vein thrombosis, blood clots and pulmonary embolism shared a connection. Chronic stress and nervous breakdown were closely linked to each other. The same went for Parkinson's disease and Dementia. But all of them together? No! It made no sense. What made it more difficult was the knowledge of Anti's presence. He lurks in the shadows. It began with his eye being itchy. Henrik hates the supposedly random sensation of pin and needles across his body. He keeps having lapses in attention. They likely only last a second but he can't afford to lose the time. Especially with it feeling warmer than it should in here. His arm plays up but he blames it on mood swings. He changes tactics, treating Jack as if he were in an emergency room. The momentary losses in focus occur more frequently now. But he won't give up. He almost lost Jack before, he refuses to lose him again. Even as his system begin to fail. No no no. Once one goes down, they all go down. He has to succeed. The buzz of staticky air grows. The demon is circling closer but he's not completely here yet. Henrik still has a chance. That is the hope, at least. It doesn't fully register when he giggles over the soon-to-be corpse. Over the patient. Over Jack. He is weak as he begs like the sad little puppet he is. No, he needs to buy himself more time. Where are the A̸͟ń͜t̡͞į-depressants? Antidepressants. He needs to depress Anti somehow. And why the hell was he wrapping a cord around his throat? He should n't try that again. He needs to find the an͠ti̡͘̕c̷͝ǫ͏͢a͡gu͡l҉á͡n̷ts̵. Anticoagulants. Stop it. Please. No. Nothing he does is helping. In the distance, he is given the privilege of hearing the magical assault on the door. Yes, please, for the love of god, help him. Help Jack too. ...Jack? No! No, Jack was his friend. He can't be dead. Open the door already. Come in and help save Jack. Come in and see the Bad Doctor who failed all his friends. But you'd better hurry up. The patient has no pulse and the doctor... Well, the doctor has places to be. Henrik's head spins upon being released. He thinks he cries that first night. Not because he's found himself with Anti indefinitely. Henrik has far more than a few choice words he'd like to direct to that demon. It's not that. It's the thought of his family, his friends, all those he loved. The egos will know what happened. They know full well he's with Anti now. Who else could have kidnapped him in a haze of static? But somebody's going to have to tell Leonie he's not coming home. And, in turn, she's going to have to tell the children. Henrik can't imagine how horrible that will be. Oh, and it's August, isn't it? No, no, no. Alina's birthday is just around the corner. He was going to head into town and buy her that cuddly tiger she kept going on about recently. He'd been so looking forward to seeing her face light up as she tore the paper and realised what it was. And now he- now he wasn't going to. Now he wouldn't see his loved ones for a long time. If ever. Please don't let it come to that. Anti has only ever had one known prisoner before. Said prisoner was taken 9 months ago. Well, at least Henrik knows he'll probably be here for a minimum of 9 months. He wonders if Jackie is still here. He hopes not. God forbid that boy is still suffering by Anti's hand. The most prominent way Anti welcomes him to imprisonment is confiscating his glasses. "Well, you won't need them.", he states. Hence why they were promptly destroyed into deformed plastic and glass shards. He tries not to fret about it. He's left in the darkness more often than not. Time blurs. The light is off. The light is on. Anti is there. Anti is somewhere else. He's aware of how long a human can typically go without food and water. So, it would seem, does his captor. When he least expects it, a figure stands in the hallway. The lights are flicked on to reveal an ego. As Henrik's eyes adjust, he takes in more of the visitor's details. Unhealthily thin, grinning in an unnatural manner and holding a hand firmly against his stomach. He is too young to be past his teen years. Without a doubt, this is Jackie. "Happy birthday, doctor. I thought it would be fun to redeem yourself. You do want to redeem yourself, don't you? You couldn't save Jack. Maybe you can save this one." A beat hasn't passed when the hand evacuated its present position, exposing the damage done. The inner contents are left subject to gravity. Anti laughs at Henrik's horror. With Anti relinquishing control, the emptied body returns to the state of a cadaver. Jackie just collapses on the spot. Henrik has no choice but to get to work immediately. During the procedure, Anti periodically uses Jackie as a receptacle. He giggles and taunts him as soon as the doctor is able to focus on what he is doing. Henrik struggles to ignore him. Tears threaten occasionally. He blinks them away. He has no time for them. He has a patient in front of him. He has to focus on that. Allowing his thoughts to stray from that will distract him too much. He can't spend a single second reflecting on how the patient may have gotten into this condition. He desperately hopes Jackie was dead before the first incision was made. It would too sickening to imagine enduring that while awake. Probably without anything to reduce the pain. But no, this is a cadaver. It may have been Jackie once. Not anymore. All he can do is restore the body to a more respectful condition. If he ever sees the others again, he doesn't know how he will be able to answer their questions about Jackie. God knows what Anti will do to the body after he is done operating. If Anti was in a solid form right now, Henrik might turn his instruments on him. Still, he eventually succeeds in replacing the organs. The heart does not beat. Nor do the lungs expand with breath. At least Jackie is whole again. Given the chance, Henrik would provide him with a respectful burial. Knowing Anti, he will likely discard the body with as much consideration as he would a crisp packet. Alone once more, Henrik is helpless to prevent the tide. The only blessing is Anti taking his frustrations out on him soon after. Apparently, Jackie had escaped. Henrik cannot conceive of a way someone who was dead yesterday could achieve that feat. Either way, the miracle gives him hope. He smiles to himself once his captor leaves him. If he is the single target of the glitch's aggression, he'll happily fulfil that role. So long as it keeps him from hunting for fresh blood. Especially Jackie. That boy has suffered enough. He deserves to keep his freedom. Anti comes to his room with a syringe. He claims he is only looking out for Henrik's immune system. Bullshit. If he really cared, he'd provide, at the very least, a decent diet. God knows what the syringe contained. Henrik isn't even sure how much managed to get through in the end. It was a flurry of limbs before the needle inevitably found its way to his arm. It is practically forgotten about by the time he has reason to remember. With the weariness and fever, he's convinced it's the flu. Lights irritate him now too. However, once the rash appears, he knows it's not so simple. He updates his diagnosis. Measles. Why on earth did Anti feel compelled to infect him with that disease? To prove he can? Well, congratulations, he's sick. He hopes Anti is proud of his achievement. Anti delivers a patient for him to work on. It is likely someone off the street. And despite Henrik's own poor health, he was expected to operate on them. An experiment, Anti says. Henrik's life's work was based on science. Well, who said Anti couldn't conduct some science of his own? Every now and again, Anti would bring some poor soul to 'repair'. Almost always it would be Anti who had caused the damage. It would also be during the times the doctor had artificially been made sick. He thinks Anti revelled in watching him struggle to fight his own symptoms to be professional. Not to mention the possible hope he'd unintentionally cause infected wounds. Anti loved to 'ensure it wouldn't happen again'. Like the demon cared about those people's health. He simply wanted an excuse to physically punish him for misdemeanours. Another time, he burns as he shivers. His muscles wish to give up on him due to the pain and fatigue. He is unable to pin a specific diagnosis. He knows better than to wonder if it is influenza. Anti wouldn't bother with something so trivial. Henrik is unsure what his current illness is until mosquitos are mentioned. Oh, okay. So it's like that, huh. He suffers several repercussions thanks to the malaria. Surprisingly, being severely ill takes a lot out of you. Trust Anti to bastardize Christmas. With December approaching, it is once again time for Saint Nicholas to pay his children a visit. Anti promises to leave them his own type of gift. Henrik is half aware as he trespasses on his own property. In the living room, he is caught while leaving his message. The second Henrik recognises Alina, his heart yearns to have control long enough to touch her. What he would give to cuddle her and promise he'll be home again, as himself, one day. Hopefully soon. However, that was impossible with Anti's presence. The demon delights in her discovery. He dirties her shoes to encourage tears. She is too enthralled by the sight of her Papa to react the way he wants. Despite not having horns, Anti claims to be Krampus. Their family didn't even incorporate that figure into their celebrations. Henrik could never recall which companion St Nicholas travelled with when he was younger so their home did without the extension of the tradition. He and Leonie usually just based how much chocolate they gave the children on how much effort they put into the preparations. If you're going to ruin the holiday for the fun of it, at least show the culture enough respect to ruin it properly. Anti feels the height of winter is the perfect time to conduct another test. He abandons Henrik in the room naturally closest to freezing. His shivers gradually shift to confusion and reduced motor skills. He has a delayed reaction to his captor approaching. He claims to be here to warm him, directing to a bath. There is a high probability that the water is a decent temperature by regular standards. That does not stop him from having to silence himself and not cry out. He attempts to avoid the water. His lack of control when it came to his limbs causes him to struggle with that. The process is repeated with varying alterations to the conditions. Anti is happy when he observes him remove his shirt without full awareness of the consequences. Also, was it him or was the water getting more scalding with every trip? Anti unexpectedly drags him to his feet one day. He's being taken somewhere. Where, he has no clue. Anti wouldn't tell him and he's aware it's best if he doesn't ask questions. In front of a house, he is dumped to the ground. The one who has made his life a misery for the past several months shrugs. "I've got a better deal. Why would I waste my time you anymore?" With that, Anti leaves, granting Henrik the chance to get a better look at the house he's been abandoned outside of. Wasn't this the egos' home? Yes, it was! This was his last known location before being kidnapped. Through that door were all his friends. Some 10 minutes walk from here was his family. He'll be able to see them all again. He's... free. At least, he hopes he is. This could all be some cruel trick. However, he'll fall for it if there is even a chance of briefly see his loved ones. A man in a blue vest answers the door. Looks like Sean has been creating again. Marvin and Chase both startle at the sight of him. They are eager to assure him they tried to save him back in August. He's aware and thanks them for their efforts. Jackie instead descends into hysterics. It's understandable. The last time they'd seen each other, Jackie had been dead. When things calm down a little, he is introduced to Robbie, Shawn and Jameson. He learns of Dr Jacksepticeye's existence but honestly, that is the least of his concerns. He needs to see how Jack is doing. He's seen plenty of people unconscious in hospital beds. This is different. This is a friend. When Henrik asks how the others have been caring for him, they explain they've been doing their best to keep him stable. That had been where Dr Jacksepticeye came in. He learns it is early May, meaning he's been gone for 9 dreadful months. Chase offers to go with him as he returns home. It's comforting to have a familiar presence accompanying him. Chase won't say much about Elias or his sisters. 'They can tell you in person', he assures the father who can't get home fast enough. Once the two of them reach the house, the most Chase does is ring the doorbell. When Leonie answers, the younger man smiles. "Guess who I found." Leonie can't hug Henrik hard enough. He can't muster the courage to loosen his hold on her either. Even if the force she's exerting isn't gentle, he's grateful he's simply able to have her arms around him in the first place. She tells him to wait for her to pick their children up from school. Before she sets out from the door, she hands him a top and tracksuit bottoms. It's what he wore when he'd had an impossibly long shift. It's normality. Moreover, it's not the scrubs he's been stuck with for nine months. Elias hangs back, refusing to believe it. Leonie makes an unnecessary comment about Henrik returning in time for their son's birthday. Oh yes, he deliberately came home for Elias' birthday. The one furthest from August. Did she think he wanted to miss either of Heidi or Alina's birthdays? Still, he went missing shortly before one birthday and returned shortly before another's. That was something. His son eventually is released from his stupor when he sees his sisters embracing their father. Heidi is unsure how to react either. She approaches him slowly, as if she's unsure he's truly there. Alina racing past her encourages her to trust reality. It's a good thing he has two arms. Alina doesn't waste a second gawping. She sprints at full speed in her school uniform. The entire weekend is spent being dragged away to read. She's five now. She's able to read simple sentences. He'd been looking forward to reading books with her, the same as he had with her siblings, but this... this was so much more special than he could have imagined it would be a year ago. Ten days following his return, he stands in the kitchen of the egos' home. He sips coffee as he watches the others go about their day. He's been monitoring Marvin after a visit to his Grandmom resulted in stomach issues. Chase heads out the door, off to bring his children home for the weekend. It's only later that they realise they never should have let the vlogging father leave.

[quod-quid-erat-esse]

Sobre la comprensión tiene siempre Fichte las más curiosas manías. Cuando Reinhold estaba de acuerdo con él, Fichte declaró que nadie le comprendía mejor que Reinhold. Pero cuando más tarde éste se separó de su filosofía, Fichte afirmó que Reinhold no le había entendido nunca. Y cuando empezó a distanciarse él mismo de Kant, hizo imprimir la tesis de que Kant no se entendía a sí mismo. Con esto entró en contacto con el lado cómico de nuestros filósofos, que constantemente se están quejando de falta de comprensión. Cuando Hegel yacía en su lecho de muerte, dijo; 'Sólo uno me ha entendido'. Y en seguida añadió, malhumorado: 'Pero no, tampoco él me ha entendido

Heinrich Heine “Sobre la historia de la religión y la filosofía en Alemania”

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Werkbetrachtung: Administratorin Ines Henner über die «Heuerhüte» der Gebrüder Reinhold

Werkbetrachtung zu einem Exponat in der Ausstellung «Rendezvous. Kostbarkeiten aus den Sammlungen der Stiftung für Kunst des 19. Jhs. und des Kunstmuseums Olten» Kunstmuseum Olten, 26.1.–7.6.2020

Bis auf Weiteres sind unsere Ausstellungen wegen der Corona-Krise geschlossen. Wir haben die Mitglieder unseres Teams deshalb gebeten, sich ein Werk auszuwählen, das sie unserem Publikum in Erinnerung rufen und auf ihre ganz persönliche Art kurz vorstellen möchten.

Ines Henner, unsere Administratorin, wählt:

Johann Heinrich Reinhold (Gera 1788 – 1825 Rom), Stecher nach Friedrich Philipp Reinhold (Gera 1770 – 1840 Wien), Zeichner Heuerhüte, o. J. Radierung auf Velin, 18.9 x 26.1 cm Stiftung für Kunst des 19. Jahrhunderts, Inv. 1990.D.231, Stiftung Heinrich Thommen «in memoria Emilie Linder»

Heuerhüte

Fast wäre ich an diesem Bild vorbei gegangen. Doch halt. Da bewegt sich etwas in der Stille. Ein feiner Wind scheint sanft über das Gras zu streichen. Ich gehe meinen Schritt zurück, der mich bereits davon weggeführt hat, und bleibe stehen. Dieses kleine Bild fasziniert mich.

Neben einem markanten Felsbrocken sind in der Mitte im Vordergrund Heuerhüte, Stoffbündel und ein paar Stöcke zusammengestellt. Im Hintergrund eine weite, offene Wiese an einem Flusslauf. Menschen stehen in Gruppen zusammen und sind mit der Heuernte beschäftigt. Die unglaubliche Weite auf dem kleinen Bild fasziniert mich. Sie lässt mich durchatmen und innerlich zur Ruhe kommen. Leichte Wolken ziehen über den Himmel.

Doch die Heuerhut-Gruppe zieht jetzt meine Aufmerksamkeit erneut auf sich. Es scheint mir grad so, als ob sich die Hüte untereinander etwas zu erzählen hätten – als würden sie lebhaft murmeln und plaudern. Ob sie gegenseitig die Gedanken austauschen, die die Menschen hatten, auf deren Kopf sie vorhin noch sassen?

Innerlich muss ich lachen. Auf magische Weise schafften es diese Hüte, mich irgendwie fröhlich und zufrieden zu stimmen.

Es ist als ob der feine Wind neben den breiten Hutkrempen und dem Gras, auch mich in diesem Moment sanft berührt, um dann durch das Bild weiterzuziehen.

 Ines Henner Kunstmuseum Olten, Administration Als professionelle Märchenerzählerin gestaltet Ines Henner zu allen Ausstellungen des Kunstmuseums Olten jeweils einen Geschichtenabend.

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Heinrich Reinhold - Italian landscape paintings

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Alexander von Humboldt

Friedrich Wilhelm Heinrich Alexander von Humboldt

Prussian/German Polymath, Scientist, Naturalist, Explorer, Writer, and Proponent of Philosophy and Science

September 14, 1769 - May 6, 1859

(Image description: image 1: Portrait of Alexander von Humboldt by Friedrich Georg Weitsch [1806]. It is a painting showing Humboldt as a younger man in the jungle. He is seated on a rock and smiling at the artist.  He has an open book on his lap and is holding a flower. In the distance is a ruin pokes out of the jungle. End ID)

Best known for his impact on the 19th century scientific, artist, and political world.  One of his major accomplishments was his explorations of the Americas. There he cataloged natural life found, including documenting thousands of plants.  He also wrote about human life there including writing a sympathetic and (relatively) unprejudiced account of Native peoples. He decried the horrible cruelty inflicted on them.  Additionally, Humboldt laid the groundwork for the field of biogeography, modern meteorology, and geomagnetic monitoring. He participated in important studies in chemistry, physics, astronomy, among others, including co-discovering the chemical makeup of water.

He was one of the most influential and widely read figures of the 19th century. Inspired the likes of Charles Darwin, Henry David Thoreau, Alfred Russel Wallace, along with so many others the science of that era is often referred to as "Humboldtian Science" and even though he was not an artist he can be counted as part of the Romantic movement.  Very humanist in his sensibilities and was after nothing more selfish than the pursuit of knowledge, even hated the aristocracy despite being a member of it and often dropped the (aristocratic) "von" from his name. Definitely a good guy.

Some of his most famous works include Vues des Cordillères et monuments des peuples indigènes de l'Amérique (1810) (link to an English translation), Examen critique de l'histoire de la géographie du Nouveau Continent (1814-1834), Essai politique sur le royaume de la Nouvelle Espagne (1811) (link goes to English translation), Cosmos : a sketch of a physical description of the universe by Alexander von Humboldt; translated from the German by E. C. Otté (1866), but he wrote or co-wrote many other publications across many different fields.

Probable orientation: aroace or gay ace

"I don't know sensual needs."

-Alexander Humboldt, quoted by Andrea Wulf in her biography The Invention of Nature: Alexander von Humboldt's New World

"...the love I have for you is not just friendship or brotherly love, it is veneration."

-Alexander Humboldt to Reinhardt von Haeften. Quoted by Nicolaas Rupke in his biography Alexander von Humboldt: A Metabiography.  (Not romantic or sexual love, but respect. He makes no mentions of any other kind of love.)

Humboldt had extremely close friendships with men throughout his life (including Johann Seifert [a man of lower class who lived with him supposedly as his valet], physicist/chemist Joseph Louis Gay-Lussac, and astronomer François Arago). They may have been QPRs or romantic relationships.  I lean toward QPRs because Arago and Gay-Lussac were married, seemingly happily). There was a travelling companion who claimed Humboldt had affairs with men and women but he seems to be alone in this accusation beyond rumors created by Humboldt's living with Seifert.

(Image 2: the statue of Humboldt by Reinhold Begas at Humboldt-Universität zu Berlin [Humboldt University at Berlin]. A white statue high above the viewer on a pedestal. He is seated with a globe beside him. On the pedestal is Humboldt's name surrounded by a laurel and topped by two cherubs.  Below that is Spanish inscription reading "Al segundo descubridor de Cuba" then a line break then it continues "La Universidad de la Habana 1939")

[byneddiedingo]

Marlene Dietrich and Emil Jannings in The Blue Angel (Josef von Sternberg, 1930) Cast: Emil Jannings, Marlene Dietrich, Kurt Gerron, Rosa Valetti, Hans Albers, Reinhold Bernt, Eduard von Winterstein, Hans Roth, Rolf Müller, Roland Varno, Carl Balhaus, Robert Klein-Lörk, Károly Huszár, Ilse Fürstenberg. Screenplay: Carl Zuckmayer, Karl Vollmöller, Robert Liebmann, based on a novel by Heinrich Mann. Cinematography: Günther Rittau. Art direction: Otto Hunte. Film editing: Sam Winston. Music: Friedrich Hollaender Josef von Sternberg's The Blue Angel still has some of the earmarks of a film made during the transition from silence to synchronized sound, namely the tendency to hold a shot a beat or two longer than is actually necessary, so the narrative doesn't always move along at the speed we anticipate. But Sternberg is clearly ready for sound, as the final scene shows. The camera tracks back from the dead professor, clutching his old desk so tightly that the caretaker who found his body has been unable to loosen his grip. Meanwhile, we hear the clock striking midnight, with the twelfth stroke barely audible as the screen fades to black. It's a touching moment, made possible by the several shots and sounds of the clock that occur through the film as a kind of indicator of Rath's decline from precise and punctual to dissipated and tardy. Otherwise the sound on the film is sometimes a little harsh to the ear, which makes Sternberg's relatively sparing use of it welcome. Many scenes are staged in near-silence, letting the action rather than the dialogue carry the story.  Marlene Dietrich's baritone recorded well, which is one reason her career took off when sound was introduced, but early in the film she's allowed to sing in an upper key which is more than a little off-putting. Fortunately, by the time we get to Lola Lola's big number, Friedrich Hollaender's "Ich bin von Kopf zu Fuß auf Liebe eingestellt" (the subtitles use the English language version, "Falling in Love Again" instead of a literal translation), Dietrich is back in the correct register. The Blue Angel thrives on Dietrich's performance, which eclipses Emil Jannings's overacting, though he does provide some genuine pathos toward the end of the film. I don't quite believe the ease with which the professor falls from grace, but I'm not sure whether the fault lies entirely with Jannings or with the screenplay.