#Nearis Green

[ungoliantschilde]

some more Bryan Hitch in black and white

[balu8]

JLA #47

by Mark Waid, Bryan Hitch, Paul Neary, Laura DePuy and Ken Lopez

DC

[juridical-angel-blog]

#DcMultiverseEdit #MarvelMultiverseEdit #DcMarvelMultiverseEdit

Incredible scenes from the awesome 90’s DC vs. Marvel/Marvel vs. DC series!

[staticsnowfall]

balanchine’s “jewels”

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“the ballet had nothing to do with jewels. the dancers are just dressed like jewels.” — george balanchine

considered the first full length abstract ballet, jewels consists of three acts: emeralds, rubies, and diamonds.

each jewel has a different choreographic technique, costuming style, and composer assigned. all costumes are designed by the renowned designer, barbara karinska.

first, is emeralds, in the elegant and romantic french style, wearing long green tutus and intricate bodices, with composition by gabriel fauré. the middle act is rubies, in the flamboyant and acrobatic neoclassical style, dancers clad in vibrant red ensembles inspired by the american jazz movement, with composition by igor stravinsky. finally, comes diamonds, in the classic and precise russian technique, donning majestic and pristine white tutus, with composition by pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky.

jewels was inspired by the collection of new york city jeweler claude arpels, which balanchine had admired. pearls, black diamonds, and sapphires were also considered for additional or replacement acts, but ultimately balanchine settled on the renowned triptych of acts known today — because in his opinion, those gems were too difficult to stage.

jewels premiered on thursday, april 13th, 1967, at the then new york state theatre on the upper west side of manhattan. the roles were ultimately choreographed for the abilities of the original starring cast — emeralds featured mimi paul and violette verdy, rubies with patricia mcbride, patricia neary, and edward villella, and diamonds closed with a pas de deux between suzanne farrell and jaques d’amboise.

the choreography, costuming, and music come together to create a ballet akin to a concerto or set of modern paintings. with no set plot, the idea of different jewels only serves to connect the three acts of drastically different styles of dance, costuming, and music. the meaning can be interpreted to be anything the viewer desires. ultimately, it is a display of great achievement by the artists of the new york city ballet, and a pinnacle of balanchine’s intricate choreographic standard.

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choreo. by george balanchine, costumes by barbara karinska, photography by martha swope; 1967

[jack-is-king]

Jasper Newton "Jack" Daniel (September 5, 1849 – October 9, 1911) was an American distiller and businessman, best known as the founder of the Jack Daniel's Tennessee whiskey distillery. Born in Lynchburg TN, where the Jack Daniel’s distillery operated today.

According to company histories, sometime in the 1850s, when Daniel was a boy, he went to work for a preacher, grocer, and distiller named Dan Call. The preacher, as the stories went, was a busy man, and when he saw promise in young Jack, he taught him how to run his whiskey still. However, on June 25, 2016, The New York Times reported the company's view that Daniel did not learn distilling from Call, but from a man named Nearest Green (misspelled as "Nearis" in the 1880 census)—one of Call's slaves.

[dc-trinity90s]

The Green Lantern & Flash Gallery - JLA Heaven’s Ladder By Bryan Hitch, Paul Neary, and Laura Martin

[ogdoadfates]

Something in the water: Ch #1 Strangers

Gods I am excited and anxious! First chapter of ‘Something in the water’ Is out!!! Here is the AO3 link for those interested!! I hope you enjoy this first chapter!!

These lands used to be lush and green

This world use to be less mean

Crops wither and die most often

Animals flee and run full of disease

Entire forests dead in just days

The trees turned from healthy light

To the baron ribs of long gone life

Down in the river lay a body

Decaying by unwilling elements

The fish in the river keep their distance

Not from fear or hate

But from sadness and respect

This is the body of a life cut short

Of a life that healed their world

That cherished their shared home

One who could have made the green return

One who could have pushed the disease out

The river is the next to grow unwell with this next fallen life

The towns and cities do not talk of the body in the river

All they will say when asked is

There is something in the water

Something in the water

With every year that passes by Vax swears it gets easier and easier to escape their father’s castle. With just a few more silent steps they're free, venturing into the night life that the everyday people indulge themselves in. A place that feels more fitting, freeing, alive then the suffocating walls that surround them in their daily lives.

The two of them slow down their pace once they get into the city proper, making sure that their hoods are firmly in place, even if they aren’t recognizable. Not many folks like the mixed blood of half elves. 

Vex’s gaze lingering on a few of the open stores and late night workers stalls as Vax keeps his gaze upon the folks walking around them, smiling at a few children playing in the street. They make sure to not dally too long, they’re too meet their friends at the groups favorite tavern, The Nesting Tempest, tonight thanks to Scanlan having had a great work week and wanting to have a treat.

It takes a while and they might’ve had a few stops to grab a few trinkets here and there but eventually they are greeted by the glorious and well crafted sign of The Nesting Tempest, Vax has always been intrigued by the woodwork of the sign. The title of the tavern being swallowed by a bird of the sea with intercity carved storm clouds above it and crashing waves below. 

As they press open the doors, they are greeted by the merry cheers of overjoyous drunkards and the smell of well cooked food and alcohol. A particular shout carries over the ruckus of the crowd, booming and familiar. Vax smiles as he sees Grog and the others waving them over, the goliath sporting a wide boisterous grin as he gives the half elven man a playful punch to his shoulder, neary toppling the poor man over causing the others to laugh. Once Vax regains his footing he takes a seat next to the man of the hour, Scanlan Shorthalt.

“Jobs still coming in?” He asks his gnome friend, this event had been planned in advance so he was slightly concerned that circumstances for his friend might’ve changed, hence Vax secretly bringing his own money just in case his friend didn’t have enough. Scanlan mocks a gasp at him.

“Oh, Vax. Vax, Vax, Vax. Look at me! Who could resist hiring me with my talents and good looks?” He says boisterously. Vax couldn’t help but laugh, Scanlan joining him. “But yeah, I am fully booked for the next few weeks.” And Vax couldn’t contain his joy for his friend.

“That’s amazing! You’re going to have to tell us if you perform any nights, me and Vex can see if we can make it to some of them!” Vax exclaims and from there the conversations blur.

He’d been laughing with the other while Grog was drinking another patron, who challenged him to a drinking contest, under the table when two individuals caught his eye.

The first thing he notices is the man with pure white hair, he walks with purpose but also in such a way to not purposely drag attention, the man's companion on the other hand Vax could just make out that she had red hair, with her hood up, not enough to cover her face but in a way Vax recognizes well. Shaking eyes and hands near her hood to constantly make sure it stays in place, not hiding an identity but rather what she is. Him and his sister do much the same to make sure no one sees their ears.

He’s never seen them before. The odd individuals take a seat only a little ways away from their group. He continues to stare till he gets an elbow to the rib cage, the assailant being no other but his sister. She lifts up a single eyebrow in question, to which he subtly jerked his head to the newcomers.

Her brow furrows, she taps on Pike’s shoulder to get the short gnome's attention and points out the two to her. “Who’re they?” Vex says just loud enough for only their party to hear, Pike looks to the strangers for a second before shrugging.

“No clue, haven’t seen them around before.”  Pike says with a curious glint in her eyes. Now that perks the twins' interest, Pike knows just about everyone in town or coming to town, same with Scanlan but with the look he gives them when they turn to him it seems he’s in the dark as much as the rest of them.

Vax takes another glance at the pair, the man was wearing a long almost fancy if it weren’t worn and torn coat while the woman wore her greenish brown cloak worn and what almost looks like moss growing at the bottom of it. These two must have been traveling for a long time, Vax guesses. Which is even more strange as syngorn isn’t really a place travelers stop to visit considering it doesn’t particularly cater to them and is a bit more expensive than most other places, even here in what is basically considered the slums it isn’t particularly cheap.

Percival was starving, so was Keyleth from what he could tell. It’d been a long while since they'd had a proper meal, having been run out of their previous hideout. It’d left them with very little supplies this time but luckily they never took off their coin purses. So once they came to this new city their first stop was a tavern to get a good hot meal.

Keyleth keeps to his side, even silently moving her chair a little closer to him which he’s grateful for. They both don’t care much for crowds and if anything goes awry he wants to be able to grab her quickly to make their escape.

They quietly order their meals, Percy inwardly cringing a bit at the prices but it’s what he’d expect from a capital city. 

Keyleth turns a bit more towards him, her eyes shifting about and her voice just barely loud enough for him and him alone to hear. “I know it’s been a while since we’ve stayed in a place for the night but to be honest Percy, I kind of would prefer it if we just found a place to camp out in the woods.” He understands her worry, they get found out a lot faster when they stay in inns then they do when they decide to just camp out, his back won’t agree with him but he is oh so tired of running. The last two places they’ve stayed at had found them out relatively fast, meaning that though they have enough money for these current meals they wouldn’t have even been able to stay in an inn even if they’d wanted to. 

Camping gives them much more freedom than that of a small confined room too, not to mention a lot less prying eyes and ears when one of them has a slip up. No questions about black smoke, the sound of hooves or why plants are suddenly growing out of the floorboards. Percy takes a deep breath in and releases it with a sigh.

“I’m inclined to agree with you, Keyleth. We’ll look around after getting a lay of the town.” Percy says, giving her a small smile that she returns with a nod. “We’re going to have to look for work soon so keep an eye out for that when we make our rounds.” She gives him a worried look but nods non the less, her hands coming up to mess with the edges of her hood pulling at a few loose threads. They're going to have to get her a new one soon or at least find a way to repair it either by magic or by hand.

Soon enough their food arrives and Percy can’t help but let his shoulders relax a little while he eats. Like always Keyleth finishes eating long before him, it’s probably not healthy for her to eat that fast but what is he to tell the ever anxious woman to slow down.

She goes back to fiddling with her hood. As Percy finishes his meal he decides to have a look around at the other patrons. See if anyones giving them odd looks or heavens forbid recognize them considering they don’t do too much, if anything at all, to hide their appearances.

For the most part it seems like they are just ghosts, nameless faces, within the crowd till he locked eyes with a long haired hooded man only a couple seats away from him and Keyleth. The two men freeze when their gazes meet, the two just stare at each other for a while. Percy can feel the anxiety coming off Keyleth in waves till one of the man’s friends notices. 

The white haired gnome smiles at them, giving them a kind wave before hopping off her stool and coming over to them.

“Hi! I’m Pike and the hooded fellow is my friend Vax!” She says lifting her hand up to him. Percy gives a side eye to both the man or Vax as Pike tells him and to Keyleth before taking and shaking the gnome’s hand.

“Percival and this is my friend Keyleth, pleasure to meet you.” He says, Keyleth giving Pike a small smile and wave.

“You two new to town?” Pike asks them but before Percy could answer a large goliath man has walked over to them as well as the rest of Pike and Vax’s group it seems. He can feel Keyleth edging just a little closer to him. Gods are they lucky they aren’t even having little flare ups today.

“Who’re they, Pike?” The large man asks the small gnome. Pike looks up to him and then the rest of her group with a smile.

“Oh! This is Percival and Keyleth, I was just asking them if they’re new to here!” She tells them before turning back to the two of them and Percy can tell she’s noticed Keyleth’s unease by how her smile turns from bright and happy to apologetic.

“Here, let me introduce you to everyone!” And so Pike proceeded to introduce him and Keyleth to the rest of her ragtag group. The large goliath man’s name is Grog, though intimidating to look at, Percy quickly learns the man is the equivalent to that of a giant teddy bear. Scanlan Shorthalt, another gnome and the reason for their party’s outing this night, the man loves his crude humor. Vax was reintroduced, the man choosing to stay close to his twin Vex. Vex a woman with the eyes of a hunter, calculating yet sure.

He also can’t help but notice how like Keyleth the twins keep their hoods up and particularly their ears covered. This slightly relieves him because if his hunch is right at least Keyleth will be safe in that sense from any nasty looks, at least from this group.

From there he can’t help but get wrapped up in conversation with this odd group, particularly Vex. The woman knew much about the city he and Keyleth found themselves in, in particular she knew about the nightlife. What places to avoid and what places to explore, he quickly discovers she’s a lady who likes both the rustic power of a bow and the beauty of fine jewels which quickly devolves the conversation into talks of bows and other similar weapons.

Percy is just barely aware of how Pike and Vax conversing with Keyleth, the man's face in particular looking almost bewitched by whatever Keyleth is saying. He makes a mental note to keep an eye on him.

[xmencovered]

Artists Continued

  Don Heck

David Mazzucchelli

Kerry Gammill

Sandy Plunkett

John Bolton

Brent Anderson

Tom Mandrake

Carl Potts

Paul Neary

Paul Gulacy

Ron Frenz

Jeff Matsuda

Mark Pacella

Jackson Guice

Tony Daniel

Salvador Larroca

Tom Raney

Tim Sale

Cyrus Tota

Jan Duursema

Adam Pollina

Steve Epting

Jae Lee

Clay Mann

Tom Grummett

Mike Mayhew

Bart Sears

Randy Green

Joe Vriens

Jim Calafiore

Paco Medina

Kris Anka

Shane Davis

Moebius

Jorge Fornes

Reilly Brown

Siya Oum

Rod Reis

Patch Zircher

Lucio Parrillo

Greg Land

Greg Horn

Karmome Shirahama

Julian Totino Tedesco

Stephanie Hans

Steve McNiven

Joe Jusko

Ron Garney

Dave Wilkins

Mukesh Singh

David Finch

David Yardin

Giuseppe Camuncoli

Jamie McKelvie

Ryan Stegman

Rian Gonzales

David Baldeon

Scott Williams

Juan Frigeri

Bjorn Barends

Alex Horley

Travis Charest

Leonardo Romero

Maria Wolf

Kael Ngu

Martin Coccolo

David Lopez

NetEase

[lboogie1906]

Nathan "Nearest" Green (c. 1820 – ?), incorrectly spelled "Nearis" in an 1880 census, was an African American head stiller, commonly referred to now as a master distiller. Born into slavery and emancipated after the Civil War, he is known as the master distiller who taught distilling techniques to Jack Daniel, founder of the Jack Daniel Tennessee whiskey distillery. He was hired as the first master distiller for Jack Daniel Distillery, and he was the first African-American master distiller on record in the US. In June 2016, The New York Times published a story identifying Daniel's true teacher as Green, one of Call's slaves. The newspaper reported that historians and locals have known the Green story for decades. His story – according to the article, "built on oral history and the thinnest of archival trails" – may never be definitively proved. A USA Today article published in July 2017 corrected the Nearis spelling of his name and confirmed that Jack Daniel said his correct name was Nathan "Nearest" Green. Documentation shows that he was owned by a firm known as Landis & Green, who likely hired him out to Call for a fee. He was one of a few enslaved people who worked for Call and stayed on with him after Emancipation. When introducing him to an 8-year-old Jack Daniel, Call is quoted as saying, "Uncle Nearest is the best whiskey maker that I know of." Call reportedly said to him, "I want [Jack] to become the world's best whiskey distiller – if he wants to be. You help me teach him." He served as the master distiller. According to one biographer, "Only a few years older than Jack, he taught him all about the still." Known as Nearest Green, or "Uncle Nearest", he played the fiddle and was a lively entertainer. His descendants say this trait was passed down to his son, Jesse Green. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence https://www.instagram.com/p/CoPmLA1rtil/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rebeleden]

Jack Daniel’s Embraces a Hidden Ingredient: Help From a Slave - The New York Times

https://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/26/dining/jack-daniels-whiskey-nearis-green-slave.html

[jesscoloway17]

heres my petes dragon oc karen taylor

story: when karen taylor was born her father loved her so much but her mother however hated her one day when shes 9 her father died of chronic illness her mother miss taylor abused and mistreated her daughter one day when karen tried to leave miss taylor broke karens rips and she beat her up Neary to death when she is 12 she gotten the power to see invisible things including eilot and other dragons but her selfish mother didn't belive her and started to abuse her more and she threated to leave her in the woods to die 3 years later when shes 15 she met pete while her mother scold him. karen the nice one stood up for pete and became best friends.

she is asexual

her favorite color is emrald green

when she grows up she wants to be in london

she hates injustice and abuse

she loves flowers , justice , kindness and dragons

she gets mad whenever people bully others

[batbaffle]

totally not trying to stop the fun or make it a thing, I just know I like it when people let me know, that pic from Grayson #12 is actually Dick and Tim, not Dick and Jason! It's a recreation of their first meeting in Batman 441. That's why the kid looks so small, Tim was somewhere under 7 at the time (probs more like 2-4). It is super confusing that they referenced that scene in the N52 when it was out of continuity? Yes, totally, but the issue does a lot of pre-reboot references haha

inserting the full page for reference:

is it really tim???

hypothetically, if that was supposed to depict tim's first meeting with dick, dick would have to be in the circus!robin costume. nightwing costume is out of place.

not to mention, dick looks like a proper adult there, rather than 13 or younger. (13 is the oldest that dick could've reasonably been when he met tim, depending on which timeline you follow). lonely place of dying didn't draw dick super consistent to his age, but i don't think they did the same in grayson.

you're correct about the age range tim would've been in when he met dick though! they definitely implied that tim was around 3 years old.

pics from a lonely place of dying:

plus the kid in the grayson pic has a strong resemblance to davis and neary's art of young jason. 12(?) year old jason is legitimately just like that. tiny lad.

pics from detective comics #569:

i'm personally not convinced that it's supposed to be tim in the green sweater there, anon :/

(it's entirely possible that they intended to have tim there but made it unclear? kinda a stretch though. not very likely.)

looking at that grayson page as a whole, dick is reminiscing about both tim and jason as his brothers. he'd be showing heavy favoritism towards tim if there weren't any depictions of young jason present, yknow?

[lukanionso]

🌍✨INVENTIONS ET INNOVATIONS AFRICANO🌍NEARIS GREEN - ONESIMUS - THOMAS FULLER - JOHN EDMONSTONE

_________________________________________________________On entend souvent dire qu’il ne sert à rien de parler du passé, aussi glorieux qu’il eut été. Et que l’on devrait se concentrer exclusivement sur le présent et le futur. Ce raisonnement n’est pas mauvais en soi. Il tire une forme de légitimité dans le pragmatisme, dans le sens de vouloir composer avec les réalités du présent pour avancer.…

[dc-trinity90s]

The Flash/Green Lantern Gallery - Dream Team By Bryan Hitch, Paul Neary, and Laura Martin

[dear-indies]

Good morning Cat and Mouse! May I please get some help with some female fcs in their mid twenties to early thirties that are both chubby and lgbtqa? Thanks kindly in advance!

Nicole Byer (1986) African-American - has said she “doesn’t identify as straight” but doesn’t like labels.

Jessamyn Stanley (1987) Black - is queer.

Mare Advertencia Lirika (1987) Mexican [Zapotec] - is a lesbian.

Shay Neary (1987/1988) - is trans.

Danielle Brooks (1989) - has openly dated men and women but hasn’t labelled her sexuality publicly.

Emilia Fart (1989) - is a lesbian.

Mary Lambert (1989) - is a lesbian and has bipolar disorder.

Jazzmyne (1990) African-American / White - is queer.

Megan Stalter (1990) - is bisexual.

Jari Jones (1991) African-American / Filipino - is transqueer.

Kornbread Jeté / Elise Williams (1992) African-American - is trans and queer.

Beanie Feldstein (1993) Ashkenazi Jewish - chosen not to label her sexuality but is openly dating a woman.

Jamie Fine (1993) - is gay.

Bronwyn James (1994) - is queer.

ALMA / Alma Miettinen (1996) - queer.

CHIKA (1997) Igbo Nigerian - is bisexual.

Danielle Perez (?) - is queer and a double lower-leg amputee.

Tobi Green-Adenowo (?) - is bisexual and has Osteogenesis Imperfecta type 3.

Please let me know if I'm missing anyone, followers!

[byneddiedingo]

Picnic at Hanging Rock (Peter Weir, 1975)t

Cast: Rachel Roberts, Vivean Gray, Helen Morse, Kirsty Child, Tony Llewellyn-Jones, Jackie Weaver, Frank Gunnell, Anne-Louise Lambert, Karen Robson, Jane Vallis, Christine Schuler, Margaret Nelson, Ingrid Mason, Jenny Lovell, Janet Murray. Screenplay: Cliff Green, based on a novel by Joan Lindsay. Cinematography: Russell Boyd. Art direction: David Copping. Film editing: Max Lemon. 

Picnic at Hanging Rock is an unstable mix of a film, playing on, among other things, themes of sexual repression, homoerotic attraction, colonialism, and the curious draw of geological anomalies: Hanging Rock is to the characters in the film as Devil's Tower is to Roy Neary in Close Encounters of the Third Kind (Steven Spielberg, 1977) or Sedona is to contemporary New Agers. We never learn how two schoolgirls and a teacher disappeared on their visit to the volcanic outcropping, but it doesn't much matter. What's clear is that the characters are misfits in both place and time, Australia in 1900. As one of the disappeared girls, Miranda (Anne-Louise Lambert), says, "Everything begins and ends in the right time and place." Like the hoopskirted women and top-hatted men in the wilds of New Zealand in Jane Campion's The Piano (1993), these schoolgirls are uncomfortably muffled against the reality of an Australian summer, to the point that, when they set out for the picnic, they are prevented from even removing their gloves until they have left the village of Woodend, their outpost of civilization. So the three girls who set out on their rebellious adventure shock a fourth, the whining, conventional Edith (Christine Schuler), when they dare to remove their shoes and stockings and proceed barefoot. Edith, who decides to leave the group, will later report that when she met Miss McCraw (Vivean Gray), who followed the girls' path, the teacher was not wearing a skirt. And when one of the girls, Irma (Karen Robson), is found alive but with no memory of what happened, she has mysteriously lost her corset. Several other stories, including the persecution by the headmistress (Rachel Roberts) of the misfit student Sara (Margaret Nelson), are interwoven with the principal incident. But for all its inconclusive narrative and sometimes clashing themes, the movie works by creating a complex symbolic texture. Peter Weir and screenwriter Cliff Green, adapting Joan Lindsay's novel (which was initially thought to be non-fiction), craft a story that tantalizes without frustrating. (Lindsay drafted but didn't publish a chapter with a sci-fi solution involving time warps; her editor was smart to excise it, and Weir and Green were wise to ignore it.)