#Le Dorchester

[slemx]

Mariage intime à Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu : Charme et romance

Un mariage à Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu entre charme et intimité Ce mariage intime au cœur du Vieux Saint-Jean a été une célébration d’élégance et de simplicité. Entourés de leur famille et amis proches, Joseph Daniel et Suzie ont échangé leurs vœux dans le cadre historique du Palais de justice de Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu. Cette journée d’automne, baignée de soleil et de chaleur, a offert un décor…

[allthecanadianpolitics]

UQàM's SDHPP has organized an emergency protest for March 23rd at 2PM in demand of a ceasefire. It is taking place at Dorchester Square, near Peel metro.

L'SDHPP d'UQàM a organisé une manifestation urgente à 14h00, le 23 mars, en appui d'un cessez-feu. Elle se déroulera au Square Dorchester, près du métro Peel.

[rj-drive-in]

Ye Olde American Pulp Department:

Independence Day draws near! Let's celebrate with a tale of America's first masked hero.

THE DEADLY PLAN OF DOCTOR POX! © by Rick Hutchins

“Call me Doctor Pox, my dear,” said the man in the scarlet cloak and theatrical tragedy mask, as he finished binding her wrists behind her back. Beneath the cloak, his proper British attire was spattered with mud from hard-riding the buckboard through the night.

“How dare you?!” she cried for the millionth time. “My father is Colonel….”

“I know your father!” screamed Doctor Pox, silencing her. He quickly regained his composure. “My dear Sybil.”

Turning on his heel, the madman marched off to a dark corner of the barn, out of the small circle of light cast by the single kerosene lamp.

Sybil struggled against the leather straps that bound her to the wooden beam, but to no avail. Her light blue Polonaise gown had been torn to shreds in the struggle and her low-cut bodice had been ripped, exposing an unseemly amount of decolletage. Strands of brown hair fell in her face, her bonnet having been lost in the kidnapping.

Doctor Pox reappeared from the shadows, dragging something heavy through the dirt and straw. “Yes, my dear,” he said, “I met the esteemed Colonel Willing during the Siege of Boston. He was so proud of his cannon upon Dorchester Heights. So proud of his ruffian irregulars who guarded the roads.”

He was dragging a large wooden coach trunk with iron braces; huffing and puffing, he positioned it three feet in front of Sybil. Leaning in close to her, his theatrical tragedy mask, which seemed wrought of copper, hovering near her face, he said, “It is my tender sentiment for your father which has brought you here.”

With a flourish of his scarlet cloak, the doctor turned and flung open the top of the trunk.

When Sybil saw what was inside, she screamed.

And with that, the barn doors burst open and in strode a tall and stately figure.

“Goodman America!” gasped Sybil.

His face entirely masked by white cloth, the famed mystery man was dressed in a waistcoat and tricorn hat of brightest blue; his vest bore thirteen red and white stripes. His breeches were midnight black, as were his rugged highwayman boots. The knob of his walking stick and the rattlesnake insignia on his hat were rumored to be of pure silver, smithed by Paul Revere himself.

“Surrender, Doctor Pox!” he commanded.

“Never!” replied the madman, drawing a flintlock pistol from beneath his scarlet cloak.

But Goodman America was upon him in an instant and knocked the weapon from his hand before he could fire. The two masked men faced off, circling each other warily, preparing for hand-to-hand combat.

Grimacing with disgust, Sybil reached out with her foot– she had lost her shoes in the scuffle as well– and knocked the coach trunk shut with her stockinged toe.

The noise distracted Doctor Pox for but a moment, but it was enough for Goodman America to throw a punch. The mighty blow knocked the theatrical tragedy mask from the madman’s face.

Both Sybil and Goodman America recoiled in horror, for that face was so hideously scarred and twisted that it was barely human.

“Look then!” shrieked the doctor. “Look upon the face of Doctor Silas Conduct! See what the smallpox epidemic of the Siege of Boston did to me! If Colonel Josiah Willing had let us pass that night, I would not be thus disfigured– and my beloved wife would not be DEAD!”

He pointed savagely at the coach trunk.

“But when the bits and pieces of the rotting human remains in that trunk, raging with smallpox, are added to the food and water of the Continental Army, then so too will the American rabble die! And the daughter of my most hated enemy will be the first to….”

The silver knob of Goodman America’s walking stick struck the doctor’s temple sharply, and he fell unconscious to the ground.

“Don’t tread on us,” said Goodman America.

Drawing an officer’s saber from a scabbard hidden beneath his blue waistcoat, he quickly went to work cutting the leather straps that bound Sybil Willing.

“Hurry!” she cried. “We must get away from that horrid trunk!”

As Sybil ran ahead through the open barn doors in her stockinged feet, the masked Patriot grabbed Doctor Pox by the cloak and dragged him out into the night.

“Wait here,” he told Sybil, as he dropped the doctor’s body in the dirt and ran back into the barn.

Taking the kerosene lamp from its hook by the door, Goodman America smashed it upon the coach trunk. Within seconds, flames had engulfed the trunk and begun to spread to the straw and wooden beams.

Returning to the barnyard, as the flames rose into the night sky behind him, the Revolutionary Hero looked around.

“Where has Doctor Pox gone?” he asked.

“He ran off across the fields,” answered Sybil. “But no matter! When that madman kidnapped me, my gentleman friend, Mister Nathan Hand, was knocked to the street and hurt. He is a man of learning, not combat, and I fear for him!”

“Then rest your fears,” said Goodman America. “I have already seen to Mister Hand and he is even now being tended to by the Sons of Liberty in their meeting place.”

“Thank God!” cried Sybil.

And beneath his white mask, Nathan Hand smiled.

[droitsdesfemmes]

Harriet Tubman, 1895

Harriet Tubman, née Araminta Ross vers 1822 dans le comté de Dorchester, Maryland, était une abolitionniste américaine, militante pour les droits civiques et figure emblématique de l'Underground Railroad. Elle est surtout connue pour avoir aidé environ 70 esclaves à échapper à la servitude en effectuant quelque treize missions de sauvetage. En 1849, Harriet Tubman s'est échappée de l'esclavage pour se réfugier à Philadelphie. Par la suite, elle est retournée plusieurs fois dans le Sud pour sauver sa famille et d'autres esclaves via l'Underground Railroad, un réseau secret de routes et de refuges sûrs dirigé par des abolitionnistes. Harriet, surnommée « Moses » (Moïse), était réputée pour sa capacité à guider les esclaves en toute sécurité, affirmant n'avoir « jamais perdu un passager ». Pendant la Guerre de Sécession, elle a servi l'Union comme infirmière, cuisinière, éclaireuse et espionne. Elle a notamment conduit le raid de la rivière Combahee en 1863, libérant plus de 750 esclaves et devenant la première femme à diriger une opération militaire aux États-Unis. Après la guerre, Harriet Tubman s'est installée à Auburn, New York, où elle a continué son activisme, notamment en faveur du droit de vote des femmes. Elle a fondé la Harriet Tubman Home for the Aged, une institution pour les personnes âgées et nécessiteuses et a travaillé aux côtés de figures notables comme Susan B. Anthony et Elizabeth Cady Stanton dans le mouvement pour le suffrage féminin. Harriet Tubman est décédée le 10 mars 1913, laissant derrière elle un héritage de courage et de lutte pour la liberté et l'égalité. Son influence perdure à travers de nombreux honneurs posthumes, dont l'initiative de placer son image sur le billet de 20 dollars américains.

[paralleljulieverse]

From the Archives: This Day in Julie-history My Fair Lady Opening Night Supper Savoy Hotel, London, 30 April 1958

66 years ago, Julie Andrews made her triumphant bow in the London opening of My Fair Lady at the Theatre Royal Drury Lane. Following the opening night performance, after-show parties were arranged at various venues around the West End. Producer Herman Levin hosted a party at the Dorchester which was attended by Stanley Hollaway and Cecil Beaton. Rex Harrison was guest at a supper held by the US Ambassador, Jock Hay Whitney and wife at Wingfield House. Hugh "Binkie" Beaumont, head of Tennent theatres, hosted another party at his home in Westminster (London 1958, p.3). True to homely form, Julie Andrews opted for a small private party at the Savoy Hotel attended by family and friends including Claire Bloom and Maggie Smith (London 1958, p.3). Guests dined on a special menu designed by the chefs of the Savoy Restaurant with bespoke dishes such as Le Suprême de Volaille Julie and Le Soufflé My Fair Lady.

Life magazine reported that Julie was "wrung out" as she and her family nervously awaited the critics' verdict. "But when the papers came, she was suddenly wide awake, on her feet and ready to dance all night" (Thompson 1958, p. 24).

Sources:

London, John (1958). 'It's My Fair Triumph at the Lane.' Daily News. 1 May: p. 3.

Thompson, E.K. (1958). 'Lady conquers London." Life. 12 May, pp. 20-25.

©2024, Brett Farmer. All rights reserved.

[musicman5234]

William Edward Chiaiese was born on October 20, 1934 to John and Emily Chiaiese(key-ah-tze) in Dorchester , Massachusetts . The family later moved to Squantum , Mass. John changed the family name to Chase, understanding that the Italian name Chiaiese was both hard to spell and pronounce.

While Bill was growing up his parents felt that he needed to broaden his horizons and arranged for him to take violin lessons. Bill did not even touch the trumpet, until the middle of his high school years. A newspaper clipping dated 1956 pictures Bill listed as a Corporal in the 26th Yankee Infantry Division Band holding a bass drum. Bill's experience as a drummer changed his life and the lives of many others. During a St. Patrick's Day parade he had to lug his huge drum for five miles enduring the miserably cold pouring rain. It hurt so bad that he decided never to do it again, he asked his father to dig out his old trumpet for him.

Not long after switching to trumpet, Bill was playing first chair in the school orchestra and classical music was his main love. Early 1950's a neighbor coaxed Bill to attend a Stan Kenton concert with him. This was the band with Maynard Ferguson, Buddy Childers, Conte Condoli, etc. After that night, Bill was hooked on jazz and high note trumpet.

As you can tell, this time period in Bills life is hard to decipher. Bill was doing so much playing, and he became very good so quickly, that the dates are very confusing. Since Maynard left the Kenton Band and headed to Hollywood in 1953, Bill must have seen Kenton before then. I can only assume that he switched to the trumpet around 1951 at about the age of 16.

Boston Globe writer Ernie Santosuosso wrote about Bill in 1971, “Bill Chase has been experimenting with sounds all of his life. As a youngster in the Fields Corner community of Dorchester , he was intrigued by the drums. Since he didn’t own a set, he’d improvise with the aid of a couple of galvanized steel rubbish barrels.

Bill’s backyard became his bandstand as he beat out precocious rhythms atop the inverted barrels. The little Italian lady, who sat at her kitchen window, regarded Bill as a pet but voiced emphatic objections to his make-shift paraddidling on the barrels. So, when Bill’s father, who played trumpet, decided to retire his horn, the boy’s curiosity inevitably led him to the instrument and away from the barrel- house. The maturation process as a trumpeter had begun for Bill.

The ex-drummer put his horn to work for St. Ambrose’s Band, then for Boston English High, Berklee, Stan Kenton, Maynard Ferguson, and Woody Herman. The little old Italian lady was given special command performances in her kitchen and she almost lit a candle in thanksgiving for young Bill’s return to his barrels and rubbish deposits.”

He started playing his fathers old trumpet the summer before his junior year in high school and showed a natural aptitude for it. He soon joined a Drum and Bugle Corps, along with his school groups. This, was prior to his stint in the Boston National Guard where he said he wrote music and played trumpet in 1957. He served for six months in the guard band, which honed his talents as a trumpeter and arranger.

Chase played lead trumpet with Maynard Ferguson in 1958, Stan Kenton in 1959, and Woody Herman's Thundering Herd during the 1960s.

One of Chase's charts from this period, "Camel Walk", was published in the 1963 Downbeat magazine yearbook. From 1966 to 1970 he freelanced in Las Vegas, working with Vic Damone and Tommy Vig. In 1967 he led a six-piece band at the Dunes and Riviera Hotel where he was featured in the Frederick Apcar lounge production of Vive Les Girls, for which Chase arranged the music.

In 1971 he started a jazz rock band named "Chase" that mixed pop, rock, blues, and four trumpets.[5] The debut album Chase was released in April 1971. Chase was joined by Ted Piercefield, Alan Ware, and Jerry Van Blair, three jazz trumpeters who were adept at vocals and arranging. They were backed up by a rhythm section consisting of Phil Porter on keyboards, Angel South on guitar, Dennis Johnson on bass, and John "Jay Burrid" Mitthaur on percussion. Rounding out the group was Terry Richards, who was the lead vocalist on the first album. The album contains Chase's most popular song, "Get It On", released as a single that spent 13 weeks on the charts beginning in May 1971. The song features what Jim Szantor of Downbeat magazine called "the hallmark of the Chase brass—complex cascading lines; a literal waterfall of trumpet timbre and technique." The band received a Best New Artist Grammy nomination, but was edged out by rising star Carly Simon.

Chase released their second album, Ennea, in March 1972; the album's title is the Greek word for nine, a reference to the nine band members. The original lineup changed midway through the recording sessions, with Gary Smith taking over on drums and G. G. Shinn replacing Terry Richards on lead vocals. The third album, Pure Music, moved the band toward jazz. Two of the songs were written or co-written by Jim Peterik of the Ides of March, who also sings on the album, along with singer and bassist Dartanyan Brown.

Chase's work on a fourth studio album in mid-1974 came to an end on August 9, 1974. While en route to a scheduled performance at the Jackson County Fair, Chase died in the crash of a chartered twin-engine Piper Twin Comanche in Jackson, Minnesota, at the age of 39. The pilot and co-pilot were killed, as were keyboardist Wally Yohn, guitarist John Emma, and drummer Walter Clark.

Source: Kevin Seeley/Wikipedia

[uniquejellyfishqueen]

“All my Mondays are stuck in an endless February”

The first Monday of February is 2/3/2025.

The day after Groundhog Day, 2/2/2025.

2/2/2025 is also the last day for Deer Archery in Ohio.

Groundhog Day: a tradition observed regionally in the United States and Canada on February 2 of every year. It derives from the Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if a groundhog emerges from its burrow on this day and sees its shadow, it will retreat to its den and winter will go on for six more weeks; if it does not see its shadow, spring will arrive early. In 2024, an early spring was predicted

Victor Hugo, in "Les Misérables", (1864) discusses the day as follows:

"...it was the second of February, that ancient Candlemas-day whose treacherous sun, the precursor of six weeks of cold, inspired Matthew Laensberg with the two lines, which have deservedly become classic:

'Qu'il luise ou qu'il luiserne, L'ours rentre en sa caverne.'

(Let it gleam or let it glimmer, The bear goes back into his cave.)"

In the Gaelic calendar of Ireland, Scotland, and the Isle of Man, Brigid's Day(February 1) is a day for predicting the weather.[29][30] While in Scotland the animal that heralds spring on this day is a snake,[i] and on the Isle of Man a large bird,[32]in Ireland folklorist Kevin Danaher records lore of hedgehogs being observed for this omen:

In Irish folk tradition St. Brighid's Day, 1 February, is the first day of Spring, and thus of the farmer's year. ... To see a hedgehog was a good weather sign, for the hedgehog comes come out of the hole in which he has spent the winter, looks about to judge the weather, and returns to his burrow if bad weather is going to continue. If he stays out, it means that he knows the mild weather is coming.

The earliest mention of Groundhog Day is an entry on February 2, 1840, in the diary of James L. Morris of Morgantown, in Pennsylvania Dutch Country, according to the book on the subject by Don Yoder. This was a Welsh enclave but the diarist was commenting on his neighbors who were of German stock

In 2024, during the 138th and most recent prognostication event, the groundhog did not see its shadow, calling for an early Spring. This has only happened 20 times in the celebration's recorded history: 1902, 1934, 1942, 1950, 1970, 1975, 1983, 1986, 1988, 1990, 1995, 1997, 1999, 2007, 2011, 2013, 2016, 2019, 2020, and 2024

*Hey Phil, it’s supposed to be fun turning 21.

Dunkirk Dave (a stage name for numerous groundhogs that have filled the role since 1960) is the local groundhog for Western New York, handled by Bob Will, a typewriter repairman who runs a rescue shelter for groundhogs.[79][80] Will is adamant that Dunkirk Dave does not actually predict the date of spring because that is fixed by calendars, but instead predicts the harshness of the remainder of winter

*like the Harry Styles movie, Dunkirk? Which released on 7/21/2017 in the UK and the US. Hans Zimmer did the music.

*Speaking of Harry, his birthday is 2/1… the day before Groundhog Day, which is then the day before the first Monday of the year.

2/3/25 - 4/20/25 is 76 days (13)

2/3:

* American Painters Day 

“Did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?”

* Doggy Date Night 

* Elmo's Birthday 

St. Elmo’s Fire (Man in Motion) was released on 6/13/1985

* Feed the Birds Day 

She is in a cage eating lobster in LWYMMD. Like a bird in a cage, being fed its meal. But Lobster is almost a reminder of the “last meal” a prisoner would get prior to execution.

* Four Chaplains Day

This was established in 1988

The SS Dorchester was torpedoed by a German U-Boat in the North Atlantic.

* International Golden Retriever Day 

The Tortured Poets Department. track 2, album 11. “I scratch your head, you fall asleep Like a tattooed golden retriever But you awaken with dread Pounding nails in your head But I've read this one where you come undone” like she is tied together with a smile but she’s coming undone?

* National Carrot Cake Day

* National Carrot Day

Bunnies eat carrots, she dangled a carrot in front of us when she said to come down the rabbit hole

* National Cordova Ice Worm Day 

The Ice Worm Festival is apparently the best cure for winter blues since 1961. “We thought a cure would come in time, now, I fear it won’t.”

The worm in the parade looks like Thomas The Train

* National Missing Person's Day 

In The Man music video, the wall where she is marking her territory has a missing poster that says “Missing if found return to Taylor Swift”…. What’s missing though? Is she saying she is trying to return herself to herself, by finding who she really is? Or since she is dressed as the man, maybe her man is missing and if you find him please return him to her.

* National Patient Recognition Day 

She was a patient undergoing what appeared to be electro shock therapy in the fortnight video.

* National Sickie Day (United Kingdom) - February 3, 2025 (First Monday in February)

* National Trevor Day 

Neville’s frog.

Trevor means: homestead, settlement, large, big

* National Wedding Ring Day 

*Paper Rings

*the whole story she is telling from the first album until now are about a love story ending in marriage.

* National Women Physicians Day 

* Take a Cruise Day

Cruise by Florida Georgia Line was released on 8/6/2012…. Mirrored of 6/8 which was the first and only time Crazier had been performed live.

The remix of the song with Nelly was released on 4/2/2013.

* The Day the Music Died 

The song American Pie by Don McLean was recorded on 5/36/1971 and released in November of 1971. 12 years after the death of Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, The Big Bopper, and pilot Roger Peterson.

HISTORY:

* 1690 – The colony of Massachusetts issues the first paper money in America

* 1809 – The Illinois Territory is created

* 1815 - World's 1st commercial cheese factory is established, in Switzerland

* 1870 – The Fifteenth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution is ratified, guaranteeing voting rights to citizens regardless of race.

* 1882 - Circus owner PT Barnum buys his world famous elephant Jumbo

* 1913 – The Sixteenth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution is ratified, authorizing the Federal government to impose and collect an income tax.

* 1918 – The Twin Peaks Tunnel in San Francisco, California begins service as the longest streetcar tunnel in the world at 11,920 feet  long.

* 1919 - League of Nations 1st meeting in Paris

* 1944 - During World War II, the United States troops capture the Marshall Islands

* 1964 - A KKK member was posted outside of Leb’s restaurant persuading guests from entering by holding a sign that said “Please stay away, negros and whites mix here.” On the evening before, a group of black students got inside Leb's Restaurant, and the Atlanta police refused to arrest them. This may have been because a United Nations commission with a mandate to study America's racism was in town. Charlie Leb responded by closing his restaurant and killing the power. The Klansmen were on the sidewalk that night, and many of them wore their regalia. The mixture of Klansmen and black students was certainly volatile, but the Atlanta policemen kept the peace.

* 1973 - President Nixon signs Endangered Species Act into law

* 1995 – Astronaut Eileen Collins becomes the first woman to pilot the Space Shuttle as mission STS-63 is launched from Kennedy Space Center in Florida

* 2023 - A freight train in East Palestine, Ohio derails with vinyl chloride and other hazardous materials releasing hydrogen chloride and phosgene into the air and contaminating the Ohio River

MUSIC

* 1959 – A plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa kills Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, The Big Bopper, and pilot Roger Peterson in an incident that becomes known as The Day the Music Died.

* 1960 - Frank Sinatra forms his own label, Reprise Records.

* 1964 - The Beatles, Meet the Beatles album goes Gold

* 1967 - Purple Haze, recorded by Jimi Hendrix

Like Lavender Haze? Which was the 9th episode of Midnights Mayhem With Me. But there were 5 episodes released that day. This was released at Midnight. Which makes the most sense in the world since the music video and the song literally say “Meet Me At Midnight”

“MAY” the only album released in May was Midnight (Til The Dawn Edition) on 5/26/2023

“HEM” to sew, like we saw her doing so in the fortnight challenge. The release of TTPD was 329 days after the release of MTTD.

2/3/25 is 54 days before 3/29.

* 1968 - The Lemon Pipers' Green Tambourine hits #1

* 1969 - Beatles John Lennon, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr hire Allen Klein as the group's new manager, against the wishes of Paul McCartney

* 1971 - Lynn Anderson's Rose Garden is certified gold.

* 1973 - Elton John's Crocodile Rock hits #1

* 1978 - Harry Chapin meets with US President Jimmy Carter to discuss the world hunger situation.

* 1978 - The TV-movie Dead Man's Curve, the first to deal with the tragic Jan & Dean story, premieres on ABC.

* 1979 - The Blues Brothers' album Briefcase Full of Blues hits #1

* 1979 - YMCA, by Village People peaks at #2 on pop singles chart

* 1989 - Wild Thing, by Tone Loc becomes the first rap single certified Platinum.

* 2006 - Nick Lachey, What's Left Of Me, is released

SPORTS

* 1876 - Albert Spalding with $800 starts sporting goods co, manufacturing 1st official baseball, tennis ball, basketball, golf ball, & football

* 1942 - Baseball owners agree to permit each club up to 14 night games in 1942

* 1948 - Dick Button becomes 1st world figure skating champion from US

* 1951 - Dick Button wins US skating title for 6th time

* 1956 - Toni Sailor becomes 1st Olympic skier to sweep 3 alpine events

* 1972 - 11th Winter Olympic games opens in Sapporo, Japan (1st in Asia)

* 1975 - Billy Herman, Earl Averill, & Bucky Harris elected to Hall of Fame

* 1979 - US female Figure Skating championship won by Linda Fratianne
1979 - US male Figure Skating championship won by Charles Tickner

* 2002 - Super Bowl XXXVI: New England Patriots beat St. Louis Rams, 20-17 at the Louisiana Superdome, New Orleans. The  MVP is Tom Brady, New England, QB

[leabeaubois]

L'artiste basé à Chicago, Theaster Gates, a développé une pratique élargie qui inclut l'aménagement d'espace, la fabrication d'objets, la performance et l'engagement critique auprès de nombreux publics. Fondateur de la Rebuild Foundation à but non lucratif, Gates est actuellement directeur des arts et de la vie publique à l'Université de Chicago. Le projet Dorchester Projects de Gates en 2009 est un investissement dans une propriété abandonnée de 2 étages qui a été recyclée et transformée en bibliothèque, en archives de diapositives et en Soul Food Kitchen. Les projets Dorchester comprennent un groupe de bâtiments autrefois abandonnés du côté sud de Chicago, que Theaster Gates a ensuite rénovés, passant de ce qui semblait être des sites négligés à des environnements culturels animés où la communauté se rassemblait. […]

Les projets Dorchester de Gates utilisent des matériaux recyclés provenant de partout à Chicago, conférant au projet une esthétique à la fois pratique et expressive, reliant le développement d'un nouvel art à la réutilisation économique des ressources matérielles. Les projets Dorchester sont un espace multifonctionnel en expansion dans lequel l'inventivité et les expériences communautaires permettent à la résurrection du quartier d'exister. Ce projet imite clairement un modèle de construction communautaire et de reprise culturelle et socio-économique. De plus, les Projets Dorchester encouragent les quartiers et les jeunes locaux à repenser la manière dont nous considérons les milieux de vie comme des espaces méritant d'être reconstruits et étudiés. Le projet de Gates permet à la communauté de s’engager dans un voisinage extrême en reconstruisant son environnement et la diversité émergente en son sein et parmi elle. La salle d'écoute est un élément important du projet. Avant la construction de la salle d’écoute, l’espace était un magasin de bonbons de quartier. Gates a ensuite repensé la pièce principale pour abriter 8 000 disques comprenant l'inventaire final de Dr Wax Records, un ancien magasin de disques situé dans le quartier voisin de Hyde Park. La collection de disques a servi à la fois des objectifs émouvants et éducatifs. L'espace a promu et accueilli des soirées d'écoute et des événements DJ tout en étant toujours mis à la disposition des artistes et musiciens en résidence aux Dorchester Projects. L'importance de The Listening Room a conduit la collection à voyager pendant environ un an au Seattle Art Museum pour être installée dans l'exposition Theaster Gates: The Listening Room. Les plans pour l'avenir impliquent la rénovation de la moitié résidentielle du bâtiment en salle de lecture et un espace temporaire pour la bibliothèque Johnson.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"4,000 Prisonniers dans nos Pénitenciers," La Revue Populaire (Montreal). July 1932. Page 10 & 65. --- D'APRES le rapport officiel du Ministre de la Justice, il y avait, au 31 mars 1932, dans les maisons de détention au Canada, près de quatre mille personnes. Exclus du reste du monde, soumis à une discipline très sévère, et n'a joutant presque rien, par leur travail, à la production du pays, toute cette population est logée, nourrie et gardée aux frais de tous les contribuables du Dominion. Et il ne faut pas perdre de vue que seuls sont détenus dans les pénitenciers ceux qui doivent subir un emprisonnement d'au moins deux ans.

Ceux qui sont sous le coup d'une condamnation de moins de deux ans purgent leur peine dans les prisons et les maisons de correction de la province où ils ont été jugës. L'année fiscale on devrait plutôt dire l'année officielle du Gouvernement fédéral se termine le 31 mars. Le rapport annuel du Surintendant des pénitenciers, tel que soumis au Ministre de la Justice, est pour l'année finissant le 31 mars 1932. Les chiffres cités plus has sont donc les plus précis qu'il soit possible d'obtenir actuellement.

A la fin de l'année fiscale 1932, il y avait dans les pénitenciers du Canada 3,714 personnes, soit 527 de plus que l'année précédente. La moyenne de la population quotidienne fut de 3,434, distribuée comme suit:

Pénitencier de Kingston, Ontario, å Portsmouth, dans la banlieue de Kingston, 856; pénitencier de St-Vincent-de-Paul, près de Montréal, 899, pénitencier de Dorchester, pour les Provinces Maritimes, 401; pénitencier du Manitoba, 419, pénitencier de la Saskatchewan, pour les deux provin ces centrales de l'Ouest, 603; pénitencier de la Colombie Anglaise, 388.

Les statistiques nous montrent d'autres aspects intéressants de la question. On y apprend que la majorité des détenus étaient Canadiens d'origine, soit 2,441, alors que 482 venaient des autres pays britanniques. Les étrangers étaient au nombre de 791, dont 24 des Etats-Unis.

Prés d'un tiers des prisonniers, exactement 1,279, y subissaient le minimum de deux ans et un jour: 828 pour cinq ans; 36 pour vingt à vingt-cinq ans; 17 pour vingt-cinq ans et plus; 162 à vie.

L'âge des détenus se répartissait comme suit: 484 au-dessous de vingt ans; 1,710 entre vingt et trente ans: 842 entre trente et quarante ans; 437 entre 40 et 50 ans: 173 entre 50 et 60 ans; et 60 au dessus de 60 ans.

Classification par l'état civil: 2,328 célibataires; 1,240 mariés: 139 veufs et 7 divorcés.

La population pénitencerie comprenait en fin 75 negres, 59 Indiens et 81 Mongols; le reste était de race blanche.

Le coût d'entretien des pénitenciers va naturellement en augmentant chaque année, en raison même de l'augmentation de la population. Le rapport mentionné indique que les pénitenciers ont coûté au trésor fédéral la somme de $3,034,438, soit $1.49 par jour pour chaque détenu. La subsistance d'un prisonnier à St-Vincent-de-Paul est de 13e par jour. Le travail accompli par chaque pensionnaire diminue quelque peu les frais généreux des pénitenciers.

En plus des dépenses annuelles, il fut fait l'an dernier, pour $839,094 de réparations, améliorations constructions.

Un fonctionnaire du gouvernement fédéral est chargé de la mise en liberté provisoire des prisonniers. Il a juridiction non seulement dans les pénitenciers relevant de l'autorité fédérale, mais aussi dans les prisons et les maisons de correction provinciales. Durant l'année fiscale 1930-31, 913 détenus furent graciés sur parole, dont 415 venant des pénitenciers. Sur le total des libérés provisoires, 29 seulement furent réincarcérés pour non-conformité aux conditions et 37 se rendirent coupables de nouvelles infractions avant leur complète libération.

Chaque établissement pénitentiaire a sa propre vie industrielle. Les détenus travaillent dans des ateliers ou sur des fermes; tous contribuent de quelque façon à l'entretien de l'institution. Il y a des cordonniers, des tailleurs, des forgerons, des mécaniciens; d'autres s'occupent des différents travaux sur de vastes fermes admirablement bien entretenues.

Top right: La prison de Bordeaux, dans la banlieue de Montréal,

Bottom left: La prison de Québec, qu'on appelle familièrement is "Pension Carbonneau".

Bottom right: Le pénitencier de Kingston, Ontario.

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Le Meurice – Dorchester Collection

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The architect of the Pink Balloons in Montréal's Gay Village Just passed away at 63. This article is in french, but here are the first paragraphs translated by me to the best of my abilities:

"Claude Cormier, the most well-known landscaping artist of Québec, passed away on September 15th in Montreal, after leaving his mark all across the country. He was 63.

He signed some of the most emblematic landscapes of [Montréal], from the Pink Balloons of the Village to the new Dorchester Square and the Clock Tower Beach."

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Les objets fossiles gênants qui réécrivent l'histoire tout seuls

  Le vase en alliage Zinc-Argent Ce vase, joliment décoré, à été découvert En 1851, à Dorchester (Massachusetts), à 5 mètres de profondeur, lors d’une opération de minage. Il est en Zinc-Argent, et d’après les experts, il est estimé à 100 000 ans. Cet objet a voyagé de musée en musée, pour disparaître finalement de la circulation (On se demande pourquoi !).   Les objets sortis des entrailles de…

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La féministe américaine Lucy Stone

Lucy Stone, née le 13 août 1818 à West Brookfield, Massachusetts, et décédée le 18 octobre 1893 à Dorchester, Massachusetts, est une figure centrale du mouvement pour les droits des femmes et l'abolition de l'esclavage aux États-Unis. Elle a été la première femme du Massachusetts à obtenir un diplôme universitaire, diplômée de l'Oberlin College en 1847. Elle a commencé sa carrière en tant qu'enseignante, où elle a rapidement constaté les inégalités de salaire entre hommes et femmes. En tant qu'agent rémunéré de la American Anti-Slavery Society, elle a voyagé et donné des conférences contre l'esclavage. Son engagement pour les droits des femmes est devenu public lorsqu'elle a déclaré : « J'étais une femme avant d'être abolitionniste »​ Lucy Stone a joué un rôle déterminant dans l'organisation de la première Convention nationale pour les droits des femmes à Worcester en 1850. Elle n'a pas participé à la Convention de Seneca Falls en 1848 mais a largement contribué à la cause par la suite. Son discours à la convention de 1852 a été crucial pour convertir Susan B. Anthony à la cause du suffrage féminin. En 1855, elle a épousé Henry Blackwell. Lors de leur mariage, ils ont lu un manifeste protestant contre les lois matrimoniales de l'époque et Lucy Stone a conservé son nom de jeune fille, une décision controversée qui a inspiré d'autres femmes à faire de même. Elle a été une fervente défenseuse de la ratification du 15e amendement, bien que cela ait causé une scission dans le mouvement des droits des femmes. Elle a ensuite cofondé l'American Woman Suffrage Association, qui se concentrait sur les amendements au niveau des États pour le suffrage des femmes. Lucy Stone a assez vécu pour voir l'abolition de l'esclavage mais pas la ratification du 19e amendement qui a accordé le droit de vote aux femmes. Sur son lit de mort, elle a exprimé sa satisfaction d'avoir contribué à un monde meilleur et a encouragé les générations futures à continuer ce travail​.

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Historia

La niña nació en algún momento del invierno en la extravagante ciudad de Boston. Los únicos recuerdos de su infancia se remontan a un nombre: Tessa. Al menos es así como los vagabundos solían llamarla.

Su vida estaba marcada por la desgracia simplemente por haber nacido de una madre adicta, sin hogar y probablemente fueron esas dos condiciones las que la llevaron a la muerte cuando Tessa cumplió 5 años. Desde entonces la niña pasó a manos de una "matrona" que se hacía cargo de todos los niños sin hogar en Dorchester, pero ahí lo único que aprendió fue a sacar las carteras de los turistas.

D-day

Tessa tendría entre 7 o 10 años cuando su vida dio un giro total. Eran las 2 a.m y el frío le calaba los huesos. El abrigo raido no era suficiente para calentar su pequeño y desnutrido cuerpo, así que caminaba en dirección de la iglesia local para pasar la noche. Fue entonces que presenció su primer asesinato.

Los golpes y alaridos inundaban el callejón a medio iluminar. Un hombre alto y corpulento propinó un gancho a uno más pequeño, de expresión furibunda.

—Hijo de perra, ¿acaso te enviaron a matarme?

Solo un silencio fue la respuesta. Luego siguieron los puñetazos defensivos.

—Paga tus deudas, imbecil. Al menos así no me enviaran a sacar la basura.

Respondió el corpulento. Después dio un golpe directo a la mandíbula que terminó por descolocar a su contrincante. Lo siguiente pasó rápido incluso para el hombre: sacó un arma con el cañón más largo que había visto Tessa, luego un destello la cegó brevemente. El quejido resonó por la calle vacía y un cuerpo inerte cayó al pavimento.

El sobreviviente casi escupió, pero no lo hizo, eso sería un gran problema si la policía identificaba su ADN. Así que limpió la sangre del arma y se alejó de la escena, pero Tessa lo siguió casi bajo una hipnosis. Sus pequeños pasos pronto alertaron a ese hombre que, en la primera oportunidad, la tomó del cuello.

—¿Tú quien eres?

Preguntó sin darse cuenta que era una niña que tenía entre sus manos. Cuando pudo verla bien, la soltó.

—Viste eso, ¿cierto?

Ella sólo asintió sin atinar a decir una sola palabra. En sus ojos había una extraña mezcla entre temor, sorpresa y ¿admiración?

—Bueno... Pues voy a tener que hacerme cargo.

—N-n-no... —Tartamudeó.

—Eres una testigo. —Susurró. Entonces intentó apretar el cañón contra la cabeza de la niña, pero su ética de trabajo, en la que no mataba niños y aparentemente tampoco niñas, no lo dejó apretar el gatillo. —Sólo olvídalo y nunca nos veamos de nuevo.

El cuerpo infantil, incapaz de moverse, sólo se quedó ahí mientras él se alejaba. Ninguno de los dos sabía que ese era el principio de su historia.

Días después, Tessa se encontraba buscando sobras de comida en un barrio aleatorio. Estaba helando y probablemente en las próximas horas hubiese una gran helada. Quizás tendría que volver a pasar la noche en la iglesia, aunque no se atrevía a pisar una... No después de que el reverendo casi la encerrara en una habitación e intentara tocarla.

Esos eran los pensamientos de Tessa cuando ese varón volvió a aparecer con una bolsa llena de pan y otros comestibles en una mano y en la otra una botella de whisky. Los ojos de aquel vieron a la niña más claramente, era obvio que no tenía hogar, probablemente se congelara a muerte en esos días.

—Hey, tú. —La llamó.

La niña giró su rostro hacia la voz, pero su expresión apenas cambió. ¿Lo conocía? Sus ojos se abrieron como platos cuando recordó exactamente de quién se trataba.

—H-h-hola.

—Entra, toma un poco de sopa.

Sugirió él antes de atravesar la calle y meterse en una casa vieja. Ella dudó, pero al final, como si fuese un imán, lo siguió dentro. Esa fue la primera vez que cayó en las redes de Drakar Blood. Vez tras vez regresaba a esa casa cuando no tenía donde dormir. Terminó quedándose a vivir hasta que cumplió 15 años.

Era el día de su cumpleaños, o al menos, eso era lo que le había dicho la matrona, que nació un nueve de diciembre. Lio, su salvador, estaba regresando luego de cumplir con un pequeño encargo de Will Harris, un narcotraficante de la zona.

Lio tenía un aspecto feroz. Medía 1.90 mts y pesaba alrededor de 110 kg. Tenía los nudillos encallecidos, la nariz desviada y una que otra cicatriz en el rostro, fuera de eso, resultaba bastante atractivo con su cabello ondulado y castaño, el cuerpo bien esculpido. La pubertad había alcanzado a Tessa y, de vez en cuando se encontraba a sí misma fantaseando un poco. Le llevaba al menos 20 años, pero para la torcida mente de la chica, eso parecía normal. Él había demostrado ser un buen hombre, su trabajo como asesino a sueldo les proporcionaba comida y al menos un techo donde pasar la noche, no podía quejarse.

La chica estaba preparando las velas de cumpleaños cuando empezó a escuchar mucha agitación en la acera. Asomó apenas un ojo para ver que estaba pasando, entonces vio un grupo de hombres afroamericanos con pistola en mano, bats y pedazos de madera que observaban la casa.

"Mierda." —Pensó.

Corrió en busca de la 9 mm semiautomática que Lio guardaba en la estantería. Después de ese último recuerdo todo fue caos. Balas empezaron a volar de aquí para allá, Tessa salió corriendo de la casa hasta encontrarse con el grupo que lanzaba su ofensiva contra Lio. Este negó con la cabeza en su dirección, era una clara señal de que debía alejarse. ¿A dónde demonios tenía que correr? Quizás volvería a las calles.

El cuerpo de su primer y torcido amor se quedó en aquella casa vieja, era obvio que en algún punto el asesino terminaría asesinado... Ese era el destino en ese mundo.

Useless effort

Tessa, de 15 años, había vuelto a vagar, al menos ahora disponía de un arma, un poco de dinero y algunos contactos. El primer nombre que se le vino a la mente fue el de Thompson, Carl Thompson. Un hombre rubio, de aspecto pulcro y moral sucia. Un proxeneta. Llegó al lugar donde solía reunirse con Lio, un club en una zona exclusiva de la ciudad. Fue casi un milagro que la dejaran verlo apenas mencionar el nombre de su protector. Al llegar a la oficina del lugar, el rubio tenía una chica a cada lado y otra de rodillas, al menos él aún tenía los pantalones puestos. Sin embargo, no estaban solos; había al menos otros 3 hombres y varias chicas alrededor.

—¿Y bien? —Interrogó.

—E-e-está m-m-muerto.

La expresión del rubio se descompuso, se incorporó mientras tronaba los dedos para que alguien le pasara una camisa.

—¿Tú qué quieres?

—T-t-trabajo.

Una carcajada salió de entre los labios del varón. Le echó un vistazo a Tessa y volvió a reírse.

—Estás loca. Ninguno de mis clientes pagaría un centavo por una chica tartamuda, poco atractiva e ignorante.

La chica miró al piso. Quizás había estado loca en intentarlo. Estaba desesperada, recién acababa de quedarse sin techo, otra vez.

—Vamos, Carl. No seas tan duro. —Habló uno de los socios de este mientras se ponía en pie. —Herbert Von Hasna. ¿Tú? —Cuestionó el moreno.

—T-t-tessa. —Respondió una octava más abajo.

—Sabía que tenías mal gusto, Herbert. Pero no sabía que tenías está inclinación. —Se burló Thompson.

—Si tú no la quieres, me la llevo yo. ¿Quieres, Tessa?

¿Había alguna otra opción? Aceptó al instante.

The ecstasy of Saint Teresa

Esa misma noche, Tessa acompañó a Herbert a su casa... Si es que podía llamarla así. Era completamente diferente a lo que se imaginó... Esa era una mansión que parecía más un museo, uno de esos donde solía pararse cerca para pedir limosna o robar a los turistas descuidados.

—Adelante. —Murmuró el moreno mientras empujaba suavemente el cuerpo delgado de Tessa.

Ella miraba de aquí para allá, sintiéndose mareada por tanto lujo que nunca imaginó ver en su vida. ¿Quién demonios era ese hombre? Los altos techos decorados con candelabros que parecían der de fino cristal, las paredes llenas de pinturas estaba segura había visto en algún lado y los pisos de mármol pulido, una vista de ensueño. Entonces su mirada se posó sobre una réplica de buen tamaño de una escultura.

—¿Te gusta? —Preguntó. Ella se limitó a asentir. —Es el Éxtasis de Santa Teresa.

—N-n-no me g-g-gusta el nombre de T-t-teresa. —Respondió.

El varón sonrió de nuevo antes de acariciarle la cabeza, como si de una niña pequeña se tratara.

—Pues Tessa es muy parecido a Teresa. ¿Deberíamos cambiarte el nombre?

La chica asintió, en realidad estaba consciente de que tenía que estar de acuerdo con todo lo que él le pidiera, básicamente acababa de venderse por un techo y comida. Después desvío su atención a otro cuadro en la pared, parecía viejo y caro.

—Catalina la Grande, emperatriz de todas las Rusias.

"¿Qué?" —Se preguntaba ella. Era como si estuviese hablándole en otro idioma. Tessa nunca había recibido educación, apenas y conocía algunas letras, además era tartamuda de nacimiento.

—Catalina le va mejor a tu rostro. —Murmuró él despejando el cabello del rostro de la chica. —Tessa es muy simple, carece de impacto. —Catalina será. —Dijo, estaba decidido. Su nombre, así como así, acababa de cambiar.

Esa fue la primera de muchas noches en la mansión Von Hasna. Los años pasaron irremediablemente. Tras varios miles de dólares, la chica se convirtió en alguien irreconocible. La malnutrición había dejado algunos estragos, pero no lo suficientemente obvios. Había aprendido a hablar pausada, elegante y claramente. Cada vez que sentía que su lengua iba a enredarse, se detenía, sonreía, respiraba profundo y continuaba con el discurso. Herbert había quedado prendado de ella desde el primer instante, por eso es que la había reservado para él, pero si ella deseaba pasar la noche con otro hombre por cuestiones del negocio, entonces la dejaba ir con la condición de regresar siempre a sus brazos.

Su relación era compleja, no era simplemente una chica más que le daba dinero, sino también una excelente compañera de negocios, especialmente cuando de arte se trataba. Curiosamente tenía un buen ojo para las cosas bellas y únicas, razón por la cual se había convertido en una excelente ladrona de arte, igual que Herbert. Cuando Catalina cumplió los 18 años, se comprometió con él y antes de que cumpliera los 22, ya estaban oficialmente casados. Herbert había invertido mucho, pero recibía mucho más de lo que imaginaba. La mujer se convirtió en todo un sueño: atractiva, inteligente, culta, sensual y una mina de dinero.

Herbert no sólo robaba arte, sino que además traficaba armas para su familia, Drakar Blood. Catalina entró a la organización, pero se ganó su lugar cuando la vida de su amado esposo había terminado súbitamente a los 40 a causa de un cáncer hepático. Desde entonces, superó a su maestro.

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I’m starting to slowly reopen my stores with brand new merchandise that I’ve been slowly creating for months. Much more to come. If you can support my small business I’ll be very grateful.