#Obituaries - English

[blackswaneuroparedux]

A lot of time, people who don’t climb mountains assume is about this great heroic sprint for the summit, and somehow this great ego-driven ambition. But actually it’s the reverse. It’s about supplication and sacrifice and humility, when you go to these mountains. It’s not so much a celebration of oneself but the eradication of one’s self-consciousness. And so on these walks you lose yourself, you become a vessel of energy in harmony hopefully with your environment. One thrives on enthusiasm, curiosity, humility.

Julian Sands

I was saddened to read that the dead remains of Julian Sands were finally found in the San Gabriel Mountains near Los Angeles. I hadn’t realised how deeply immersed he really was in just wearing all weather anorak, a thermos flask of tea, and a laminated Ordinance Map before he set off on an arduous hike or a climb.

As great as a character actor Julian Sands was, he was also an accomplished mountaineer. He once described himself as happiest when “close to a mountain summit on a glorious cold morning”, climbed all around the world, including the Andes and Indonesia’s Puncak Jaya, the highest mountain on an island and the only place in the country where you can find snow. I know it’s an arduous climb having done it myself. It requires a weeks-long hike through remote jungle and some chasms which can only be crossed by Tyrolean traverse ziplines.

Julian Sands was on his way to completing the dream of most mountaineering aficionados: competing the Seven Summits. It’s a considerable undertaking in every way not just the obvious physical costs but also the average cost of completing all seven which can rack up to £150,000.

Sands had done five - Aconcagua, Puncak Jaya (Oceania), Mont Blanc (Europe), Vinson (Antarctica) and Kilimanjaro (Africa) - and had only had Denali (North America) and Everest (Asia) left.

Sands also took on the Weisshorn in the Swiss Alps. Now this is revealing as any experienced or passionate mountaineer would tell you. The nearby Matterhorn may be more famous, but many mountaineers consider the Weisshorn both more beautiful, with its symmetrical triangular pyramid shape and pure white slopes, and more challenging too, combining a long and serious route with delicate rock pitches and steep snow climbing. I know I do. It’s an incredible climb to experience which I did with some army veteran friends of mine.

Sands death is a tragedy as his passion for mountaineering was inspiring. I was nodding my head when I read that Sands once began a telephone interview by saying, “Right now I’m looking across the North Face of the Eiger towards the Jungfrau. Spectacular!” But then he rang the journalist back several hours later from a bivouac to impress upon him that, though he was climbing the Eiger, he was going up the easier Mittellegi Ridge rather than the feared North Face. “Mountain and climbing folk, and a small percentage of your readers, will know the difference.” Yes, I thought, Sands gets it. I bowled over by his humility and his honesty generously bound up with his joie de vivre. These are the values of real mountaineers in seeking to climb the mountains of the mind.

RIP Julian Sands (1958-2023).

[downthetubes]

In Memoriam: Comic Artist and Writer Nick Spender

We’re sorry to report the unexpected passing of comic artist, writer and illustrator Nick Spender, whose numerous credits spanned a 40-year career

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔊𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔥𝔬𝔤𝔰 – 𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡

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My Favorite Tom Wilkinson Performance

A serviceable Pecksniff We had no sooner gotten wind of the death of Maurice Hines and were mulling some sort of comment on the sad event (and–Ye Gods–its 20 years since we lost Gregory) than the news arrived that Tom Wilkinson has passed at the relatively young age (nowadays) of 75. I have seen and liked this RADA grad in a LOT: In the Name of the Father (1993), Sense and Sensibility (1995),…

[jcmarchi]

Steven Strang, literary scholar and leader in writing and communication support at MIT, dies at 77

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Steven Strang, literary scholar and leader in writing and communication support at MIT, dies at 77

Steven Strang, a writer and literary scholar who founded MIT’s Writing and Communication Center in 1981 and directed it for 40 years, died with family at his side on Dec. 29, 2024. He was 77.

His vision for the center was ambitious. After an MIT working group identified gaps between the students’ technical knowledge and their ability to communicate it — particularly once in positions of leadership — Strang advocated an even broader approach rarely used at other universities. Rather than student-tutors working with peers, Strang hired instructors with doctorates, subject matter expertise, and teaching experience to help train all MIT community members for the current and future careers becoming increasingly reliant on persuasion and the need to communicate with varied audiences.

“He made an indelible mark on the MIT community,” wrote current director Elena Kallestinova in a message to WCC staff soon after Strang’s death. “He was deeply respected as a leader, educator, mentor, and colleague.”

Beginning his professional life as a journalist with the Bangor Daily News, Strang soon shifted to academia, receiving a PhD in English from Brown University and over the decades publishing countless pieces of fiction, poetry, and criticism, in addition to his pedagogical articles on writing and rhetoric. 

But the Writing and Communication Center is his legacy. At his Jan. 11 memorial, longtime MIT lecturer and colleague Thalia Rubio called the WCC “Steve’s creation,” pointing out that it went on to serve many thousands of students and others. Another colleague, Bob Irwin, described in a note Strang’s commitment to making the WCC “a place that offered both friendliness and the highest professional standards of advice and consultation on all communication tasks and issues. Steve himself was conscientious, a respectful director, and a warm and reliable mentor to me and others. I think he was exemplary in his job.”

MIT recognized Strang’s major contributions with a Levitan Teaching Award, an Infinite Mile Award, and an Excellence Award. In nomination letters and testimonials, students and peers alike told of a “tireless commitment,” that “they might not have graduated, or been hired to the job they have today, or gained admittance to graduate school had it not been for the help of The Writing Center.” 

Strang is also remembered for his work founding the MIT Writers Group, which he first offered as a creative writing workshop for Independent Activities Period in 2002. In yet another example of Strang recognizing and meeting a community need, about 70 people from across the Institute showed up that first year.

Strang is survived by a large extended family, including his wife Ayni and her two children, Elly and Marta, whom Strang adopted as his own. Donations in his memory can be made to The Rhode Island Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.

[wutbju]

John passed away Saturday, May 13, 2023 at the age of 92 years. He was born on February 23, 1931 on the farm North of Fleming, Ray County Missouri, to Jesse Raymond and Anna Maedean Edwards Colley. He was so tiny being born at 7 months that his first bed was a dresser drawer. He was the oldest of three children with his sister Bonnie Anna and brother Jesse Patton.

He was preceded in death by his parents Jesse and “Granny Annie” Colley and his sister Bonnie Ramsey. John leaves behind his wife Andrea “Andi” Leigh Colley, his brother Jesse Patton Colley; his blended family of 5, daughters Cynthia Dirtzu, Judy Cummings, Janell Colley; and 2 sons David & Nathan Kidd; 10 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren.

John was very proud to be a graduate of Bob Jones University where he earned his Bachelors of English [in 1955, BA in Bible}. After graduation, he spent time there [from 1961-1963] and became the head of the English department. He moved his family to Lee’s Summit, Missouri and earned his Masters of Education Administration at The University of Central Missouri in Warrensburg, Missouri while teaching English at Lee’s Summit High School. He later became a successful agent with New York Life Insurance qualifying for the designations of CLU®, ChFC®. He later earned his Master of Management Information Systems from Friends University.

In retirement, he and Andi were blessed with many short-term mission trips, first to Belize, Prague, and other parts of the Czech Republic. While in Prague, John taught English and helped digitize the library at the International School of Prague. Retirement also enabled him to pursue his love of stained glass, repairing antique clocks and building his Balancing Sculptures of brass wire, sheet brass and horseshoe nails.

John has had many health challenges from prostate cancer, pain from spinal stenosis, Parkinson’s disease and end stage renal disease. He was first diagnosed with kidney disease over 17 years ago and was able to remain healthy and active until his kidneys failed completely and he began dialysis 1 1⁄2 years ago. Throughout his life he never complained but always praised his Lord and glorified Him with his life. In his lifetime, he made and gave away more than 100 of his Balancing Sculptures to family, friends and many missionaries. Many sculptures have a tie tag that quotes 2 Timothy 4:8: "Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing."

He was awarded his crown on Saturday, May 13, 2023.

Celebration of Life Service, 1:30 pm, Monday, May 22, at Eastminster Presbyterian Church, 1958 N. Webb Rd.  Share condolences and view extended obituary at www.cozine.com. Services by Cozine Memorial Group-Cozine Life Events Center.

[peggyjoyceweaver]

PEGGY JOYCE WEAVER OBITUARY

Peggy Joyce Weaver, 95, of Williamson, WV, passed away on November 27, 2023, at Norton Women’s and Children’s Hospital in Louisville, KY. 

Born December 29, 1927, in Williamson, WV, she was the daughter of the late Roy Marvin Taylor, Sr., and Mable Scott Taylor. 

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband, Clyde Ivan “Ike” Weaver, a brother, Marvin Roy (Lois) Taylor, Jr., a nephew, Roy Marvin Taylor, III, and a brother-in-law and sister-in-law, Olin H., and Ida Kathryn Weaver. 

Peggy was a 1945 graduate of Williamson High School where she reigned as Miss Williamson High School her senior year. She continued her education at the University of Kentucky earning a bachelor’s degree in business. 

Peggy taught English at Williamson High School where her charm and genteel mannerisms endeared her to students for more than three decades. In her classroom, she set the stage upon which the magic of literature, prose, and poetry came to life as she introduced students to great writers of literature and poetry. By the end of the school year students under her tutelage had studied such classics as the tragic romance of English poet, playwright, and actor William Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet,” and the dark narrative poem, “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe. She was also completely invested in teaching students the structure of a sentence, and herein lies the most distinct of all memories associated with being a student of Peggy Weaver, the daunting albeit necessary practice of diagramming a sentence. Because of the manner in which she commanded the classroom, presented herself, and displayed genuine affection for students, she is among the most widely respected and memorable teachers to have ever taught at Williamson High School.

Outside the classroom Peggy was an avid sports fan and a very competitive and strategic Bridge player. She enjoyed many lifelong friendships, and she was a longtime member of the First Baptist Church of Williamson. She was devoted to her late husband, Ike, also an educator, their daughters, Tami and Lisa, and she was the proud grandmother of Chris, Victoria, and Elizabeth, and the great-grandmother of Sophia Lea. 

Peggy lived a long, fulfilling, and productive life. She was looked upon as a role model in the community, and she inspired many young people to become educators. She accepted the abiding affection of family, friends, and students with humility. Her enduring legacy lives on in not only her family, but also in the lives of those indelibly touched by her presence. She will be sorely missed, and fondly remembered always. 

Peggy is survived by her daughter with whom she had made her home for the past several years, Tamira, and her husband, Raymond Pinson of Louisville, KY, and daughter, Lisa, and her husband, Jeff Van Horn of Troy, MO, a grandson, Christopher, and his wife, Sarah Pinson of Louisville, KY, two granddaughters, Victoria, and her husband, Cody Stevenson of Anna, TX, and Elizabeth “Lizzie” Johnson of Celina, TX, a great-granddaughter, Sophia Lea Stevenson of Anna, TX, and a niece, Lynne (Jim) Curtis of Cassville, MO. 

Visitation is from 12:00 noon until 1:00 pm, on Saturday, December 9, 2023, at Weaver Mortuary in West Williamson. The funeral service will immediately follow the visitation at 1:00 pm with Reverend Jarrod Belcher officiating. 

Interment is in the Fairview Cemetery in West Williamson.

Pallbearers include Aubrey Booth, Jr., John Mark Hubbard, Christopher Pinson, Jeff Van Horn, John Weaver, and Jonathan Weaver. 

[henryvinson]

Peggy Joyce Weaver, 95, of Williamson, WV, passed away on November 27, 2023, at Norton Women’s and Children’s Hospital in Louisville, KY. 

Born December 29, 1927, in Williamson, WV, she was the daughter of the late Roy Marvin Taylor, Sr., and Mable Scott Taylor. 

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband, Clyde Ivan “Ike” Weaver, a brother, Marvin Roy (Lois) Taylor, Jr., a nephew, Roy Marvin Taylor, III, and a brother-in-law and sister-in-law, Olin H., and Ida Kathryn Weaver. 

Peggy was a 1945 graduate of Williamson High School where she reigned as Miss Williamson High School her senior year. She continued her education at the University of Kentucky earning a bachelor’s degree in business. 

Peggy taught English at Williamson High School where her charm and genteel mannerisms endeared her to students for more than three decades. In her classroom, she set the stage upon which the magic of literature, prose, and poetry came to life as she introduced students to great writers of literature and poetry. By the end of the school year students under her tutelage had studied such classics as the tragic romance of English poet, playwright, and actor William Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet,” and the dark narrative poem, “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe. She was also completely invested in teaching students the structure of a sentence, and herein lies the most distinct of all memories associated with being a student of Peggy Weaver, the daunting albeit necessary practice of diagramming a sentence. Because of the manner in which she commanded the classroom, presented herself, and displayed genuine affection for students, she is among the most widely respected and memorable teachers to have ever taught at Williamson High School.

Outside the classroom Peggy was an avid sports fan and a very competitive and strategic Bridge player. She enjoyed many lifelong friendships, and she was a longtime member of the First Baptist Church of Williamson. She was devoted to her late husband, Ike, also an educator, their daughters, Tami and Lisa, and she was the proud grandmother of Chris, Victoria, and Elizabeth, and the great-grandmother of Sophia Lea. 

Peggy lived a long, fulfilling, and productive life. She was looked upon as a role model in the community, and she inspired many young people to become educators. She accepted the abiding affection of family, friends, and students with humility. Her enduring legacy lives on in not only her family, but also in the lives of those indelibly touched by her presence. She will be sorely missed, and fondly remembered always. 

Peggy is survived by her daughter with whom she had made her home for the past several years, Tamira, and her husband, Raymond Pinson of Louisville, KY, and daughter, Lisa, and her husband, Jeff Van Horn of Troy, MO, a grandson, Christopher, and his wife, Sarah Pinson of Louisville, KY, two granddaughters, Victoria, and her husband, Cody Stevenson of Anna, TX, and Elizabeth “Lizzie” Johnson of Celina, TX, a great-granddaughter, Sophia Lea Stevenson of Anna, TX, and a niece, Lynne (Jim) Curtis of Cassville, MO. 

Visitation is from 12:00 noon until 1:00 pm, on Saturday, December 9, 2023, at Weaver Mortuary in West Williamson. The funeral service will immediately follow the visitation at 1:00 pm with Reverend Jarrod Belcher officiating. 

Interment is in the Fairview Cemetery in West Williamson.

Pallbearers include Aubrey Booth, Jr., John Mark Hubbard, Christopher Pinson, Jeff Van Horn, John Weaver, and Jonathan Weaver. 

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Doyle Brunson, 'Godfather of Poker' and 2-time world champion, dies at 89

Doyle Brunson, one of probably the most influential poker gamers of all time and a two-time world champion, died Sunday, in line with his agent. Brunson was 89. Brian Balsbaugh, Brunson’s agent, posted an announcement on Twitter from the household. “It is with a heavy coronary heart we announce the passing of our father, Doyle Brunson,” the assertion learn. “He was a beloved Christian man,…

[genderkoolaid]

Hello, I have a question. I have been feeling down recently and I know you've posted about a few trans people in history who were loved and accepted in their communities or by their friends and family. Do you have a list of people like that? It is very encouraging for me to read about trans people in history being loved for who they are

A few I know of off the top of my head:

Alan L. Hart: His grandparents supported his gender expression despite his parent's transphobia. His grandfather would make him boy's toys, and both their obituaries listed him as their grandson. He went on to be a pioneer of tuberculosis medicine by using X-rays to catch the disease early.

Lucy Hicks Anderson: Expressed her female identity at a young age. Her parents were advised by a doctor to raise her as a girl, and they did. She became a skilled chef, a madame, and a bootlegger during Prohibition. She was publicly outed as part of a trial in which her and the sex workers she employed were required to have a medical exam. During the trial, she told the court: "I defy any doctor in the world to prove that I am not a woman. I have lived, dressed, acted just what I am, a woman." I imagine that part of her defiance comes from having had the support of her parents and doctor from such a young age.

Berel-Beyle: Born in a Ukrainian shtetl and known to be GNC, when he was 21 he found a doctor who provided him transition care. When he returned, his community welcomed him back in his new male role. He took part in men's-only prayers and married to his girlfriend. The man who told his story wrote that "In our shtetl, Berel-Beyle always had a good name as a fine, upstanding Jew."

Trygonion: Described in an epitaph, she was a priest/ess of Rhea in the same tradition as the galli, the eunuch priest/esses of Cybele. The English translation starts "Here lies the tender body of a tender being." Philodemus describes them as darling, devout, and compares her to the famously beautiful sex worker Lais. The ending is also beautiful: "Give birth, you holy soil, round the grave-stone of the maenad not to brambles but to the soft petals of white violets."

[anne-bsd-bibliophile]

Retrogression by Dazai Osamu is the #1 New Release in Japanese Literature!

"This book aims to piece together the fractured and disorderly lifestyle of one of history's greatest romantics and pairs it with a particular moment in his life; losing the Akutagawa Prize. The ensuing drama that unfolded through private letters, newspaper articles, diaries, obituaries, and fiction created a scandal that disturbed the early Showa literati with its coarse and indecent honesty. Dazai's fiction, fiction about Dazai, speculation and reality intertwined to create an explosive event that not only changed the desired trajectory of his life but also raised issues of discrimination within prominent literary circles and the treatment of mental illness in 1930s Japan." - From the Introduction by translator A. L. Raye

Retrogression also includes annotations and background information on every story, letter, diary, and eulogy, adding history and insights that are difficult to find available in other English translations so far.

You can find more information and free translations on Yobanashi Café. Retrogression is available for purchase in either paperback or eBook format on Amazon.

[xabiramone]

#Obituary 🥺

Ian Fraser Kilmister (24 December 1945 – 28 December 2015), better known as Lemmy, was an English musician who was the founder, lead singer, bassist, primary songwriter, and only continuous member of the rock band Motörhead.

On 28 December 2015, four days after his 70th birthday, Lemmy died at his Los Angeles apartment from prostate cancer, cardiac arrhythmia, and congestive heart failure. Motörhead announced his death on their official Facebook page later that day. According to the band, his cancer had only been diagnosed two days prior to his death.♠️🖤#LovingMemory

[maretinelli]

ANESTHESIATED BY LOVE

Oscar Piastri X fem!reader

Summary: Oscar takes time off work to accompany his girlfriend to the dentist to have her wisdom teeth removed, and when she is anesthetized, she begins to go crazy with love.

Words: 2.8K+

Warnings: Going to the dentist, a little afraid of the dentist, minor surgery, anesthesia, Y/n not making sense, cute Oscar.

Author: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes that may be in the story. And then, I need to get my wisdom teeth out, but since I don't have an Oscar, I'll leave it at that...

MASTERLIST

It was a cold, sunny morning when Oscar took a rare day off from work. He made sure to accompany Y/n to her wisdom teeth extraction because he knew how nervous she was. In the car, she was restless, biting the tip of her nail and tapping her foot against the passenger carpet.

"Are you okay?" He asked, holding her hand as he drove.

"No. I'll lose my teeth and probably die." Y/n snorted.

Oscar let out a soft laugh, squeezing her fingers. "You're not going to die, love. And the teeth you're going to lose were already causing you trouble. It's a fair trade."

She didn't answer, just sighed deeply and leaned her head back against the bench.

When they arrived at the office, the distinctive smell of alcohol and cleaning products made Y/n shudder. The walls were impeccable white, decorated with generic paintings of peaceful landscapes, which, for her, were not at all calming.

At reception, a young woman with a sunny smile greeted them. "Good morning! How can I help you?"

"Good morning. I have an appointment to have my wisdom teeth removed," Y/n replied, her voice filled with nervousness.

"Sure, let me check." The receptionist typed something on the screen, still smiling. "You can sit down, the doctor will call you in shortly."

"Thank you." Y/n smiled back, but as soon as she sat down next to Oscar, she muttered to him: "You know what's not fair? This girl smiles like I'm going to a spa. I'm here to rip out pieces of my soul."

Oscar rolls his eyes, laughing at his girlfriend's drama. "You're terrible, you know that?"

"I'm just stating the obvious," she retorted, crossing her arms and staring at the floor.

He reached out and gently touched her knee. "Hey, it's going to be okay. I'm here, okay? If you need to hold my hand or crush me until my bones turn to dust, you can."

This drew a brief smile from her. Y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, while Oscar continued to hold her hand, making gentle circles with his thumb.

The silence was punctuated by the sound of the receptionist typing on the computer. Y/n looked at Oscar, her eyes wide.

"What if I don't wake up from the anesthesia?" He whispered, almost as if he were confessing a terrible secret.

Oscar, who had been distracted by his cell phone until then, raised an eyebrow and turned to her, trying not to laugh.

"Honey, you're going to pull a tooth, not have brain surgery."

"Okay, but you don't know! I might have a weird reaction and... I don't know... my breathing might stop. Or my blood pressure might drop." She gestured frantically, the words coming out faster than her thoughts.

"First of all, you don't feel happy under anesthesia, I know that." Oscar puts his cell phone in his sweatshirt pocket. "And if you don't die of nervousness before then, you're more likely to come out of this with a milkshake in your hand than with an obituary."

Y/n gave a nervous chuckle, but soon frowned again.

"I'm not kidding. The most unlikely things happen all the time. And then you'll have to explain to my parents and older brothers that I died pulling out a wisdom tooth."

He couldn't hold back a laugh.

"You are the most dramatic person I know."

"I'm just being realistic." She rested her chin on her hand, clearly unconvinced.

Oscar runs his hand over her back, trying to calm the girl down.

Before she could continue with more doomsday scenarios, the dentist appeared in the doorway and called her name. Oscar gave Y/n's hand a light squeeze, leaning in to whisper.

"Showtime, drama queen."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but giggle as she stood up.

"If I don't come back, can you keep my cats and the apartment?" She asks nervously now, getting up from her chair.

Oscar holds back his laughter, seeing that she was making a mountain out of a molehill.

"Okay. I'll keep them and the apartment."

Oscar smiled as he walked her into the dentist's office, ready to deal with all her pessimistic comments during the process.

When Y/n entered the office, her nervousness seemed even more evident. She looked around, analyzing the environment as if she was preparing to face a battle. The reclining chair, with its shiny instruments next to it, only increased her anxiety.

"Is this chair really comfortable or does it just look like it?" he asked, already settling down and pulling his feet up. Before anyone could respond, she already added: "What about that light? It won't blind me, right? Because it's enough to have teeth pulled out."

The intern, who was preparing the equipment, looked at her with a patient and amused smile.

"It's just to help the dentist see better. Don't worry, it won't hurt you."

"Um, okay, but are you sure the instruments are clean, right? Like, sterilized and stuff?" Y/n continued, her hands in her lap, fingers intertwined.

Oscar laughed a little, knowing how chatty his girlfriend was in moments of tension. He smiled at Y/n with amusement, and that was when the dentist entered the room and, upon noticing his companion, approached Oscar.

"So, you must be the escort. Oscar, right?" the dentist asked.

"Yes, I'm here to make sure she doesn't run away before the procedure." Oscar nodded with a smile.

The dentist laughed and moved a little closer, lowering his voice to talk to him.

"Initially, the plan was to use local anesthesia, but as we saw that she was very nervous, we decided it would be better to apply sedation. This way, she sleeps during the procedure and everything goes smoothly."

Oscar looked at Y/n, who was busy pointing at one of the instruments and asking the intern, "Is that for cutting meat or teeth?"

He shook his head with an amused smile.

"I think it's a great idea. She's probably convinced herself that this is a life-or-death surgery."

"She's definitely in a bit of a state of agitation, but we'll take good care of her." The dentist gave a short laugh.

Oscar approached Yin and held her hand firmly.

"Hey, honey, I'll wait for you outside, okay? As soon as I'm done, I'll be there."

Y/n squeezed his hand, her eyes widening a little. "Are you sure I can't run away? Like, right now?"

Oscar let out a soft laugh and squeezed her fingers.

"No, lady. You've already come this far. Besides, I really want you to go home without feeling any pain."

The dentist, who had been watching the interaction with a friendly smile, intervened. "Actually, he can stay here with you until we apply the anesthesia. That way, you'll feel calmer."

Y/n let out a relieved sigh, relaxing a little in her chair.

"Okay, that makes things a little better."

The intern starts to prepare the table and arrange Y/n with the tablecloth. Making the girl's eyes widen a little.

"See? They have everything under control. And I'm here, so no drama, okay?" Oscar brushes a lock of her hair back, bending down to be at the height of his girlfriend lying on the stretcher.

The dentist adjusted the height of the chair and smiled kindly at Y/n. He had a calm and patient demeanor, the kind of person who seemed to have dealt with many nervous patients before.

"Okay, Y/n? I'll explain everything we're going to do, so you feel more comfortable, okay?" He spoke in a calm tone, opening a small bottle of anesthetic.

Y/n nodded, though she still held Oscar's hand like an anchor.

"First, I'm going to apply a topical anesthetic, just so you don't feel the needle prick, okay?" He took a cotton swab with numbing gel and carefully applied it to his gums. "It's just a little prick, but if you need it, you can shake Oscar's hand."

"You said a little sting, but will it feel like a knife? Because I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of worried." Y/n says very nervously, feeling her heart jump in her chest instead of beating.

The dentist laughed again, with infinite patience.

"I promise it will be very quick."

"Remember, honey, it's just a wisdom tooth. Not heart surgery."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but didn't respond. Within a few minutes, the anesthetic took effect, and the dentist changed the instruments, preparing the sedation.

"Now I'm going to apply the sedative so you can relax completely, okay? In a few moments, you'll start to feel drowsy."

The girl nods now, feeling that if she spoke her voice would crack with fear.

"Is everything okay?" Oscar pats her head. "I'll be here later. And always."

As the sedative's effect took over, Y/n blinked a few times, the words becoming disjointed until her head and her hand softened in Piastri's.

He smiles and then stands up, arranging his girlfriend's arm inside the stretcher. So that it doesn't hang out and cause tingling.

"Good luck with her." He joked with a smile.

The dentist smiled, adjusting his instruments. "Don't worry, she's in good hands."

Oscar closed the door carefully, heading into the waiting room, certain that his girlfriend was well taken care of.

The McLaren driver was sitting in the waiting room, talking to Y/n's brother on his cell phone as time passed. It had been about an hour and a half since Y/n had entered the office.

"She was really nervous before she went in, of course. She thought she was going to die or something."

The laugh on the other end of the line was almost identical to Y/n's, and Oscar smiled slightly when he heard it.

"I'm not surprised," her brother replied. "She was never a fan of dentists. I bet she was peppering you with questions."

"Why does the chair look so comfortable?" "That light won't blind me, will it?" Oscar mimicked, laughing. "Man, it was a complete interrogation. But she was brave in the end." He smiled fondly. "I had to stay with her until she was sedated."

Before his brother could respond, Oscar saw the dentist coming out of the hallway and approaching with a smile.

"Hey, I have to go, I'll call you later to tell you more. Her dentist showed up." He ended the call and stood up, putting the phone in his pocket.

"Hey, Oscar! Everything went really well. We managed to remove all three wisdom teeth without any complications."

Oscar sighed in relief, relaxing his shoulders.

"Oh, that's good to hear. She was so nervous."

The dentist gave a small, understanding laugh.

"It's normal. But right now she's resting. We've decided to leave her in the rest room so she can fully recover from the anesthesia before going home. It's important that she eats soft, cold foods for the next 24 hours, like ice cream, milkshakes, or purees. Avoid anything hot or hard. For the pain, if necessary, you can use the painkiller I'm going to prescribe. And, of course, plenty of rest. No physical exertion for the next few days." He prescribes the medicine if necessary and hands it to Oscar.

Who smiles nicely as he keeps the small piece of paper.

"Okay, I'll make sure she follows everything properly."

"She's in the last room down the hall, if you want to see her." The dentist smiles. "She's just coming out of the anesthesia, she might say random things, but that's normal."

Oscar nods and laughs. "Okay. Thank you very much for everything and for your patience." He shakes the doctor's hand.

"It was a pleasure. She's a lovely patient, even if she's nervous." The dentist smiled once more before walking away.

Oscar walked down the hallway, his steps steady and his expression serene. He knew Y/n would probably be a little confused and maybe even funny, but he was eager to see her and make sure she was okay.

He opened the door slowly, peeking into the room before entering. There was Y/n, sitting in the lounge chair, her eyes half-sleepy, staring out the window as if it were the most interesting view in the world.

When she noticed his presence, she slowly turned her head and tried to smile, but the effect of the anesthesia made the movement strange, almost like a grimace. Oscar held back his laughter, finding the scene adorable, and walked towards her.

"Hey, how are you?" He asked, leaning down a little to be at her level.

Y/n blinked a few times, trying to focus on his face.

"Hm... I don't remember who you are yet... but I'm fine, dear." She reached out and pinched his nose, her expression serious.

Oscar chuckled, sitting down next to her. "Oh, yeah? So who do you think I am?"

She watched him with exaggerated attention, frowning slightly. "You look... like my boyfriend. He's very handsome, you know? Just like you."

Oscar arched an eyebrow in amusement.

"Cute, huh? What a coincidence, because I'm your boyfriend."

Y/n shook her head as if he had said something ridiculous.

"No, no. My boyfriend is very handsome!" She smiled, the effect of the anesthesia making the gesture even funnier. "He has these bright eyes, cute freckles on his face, a perfect smile. And he works at Mc, Mcla. I don't remember how to say it..." She leaned back in the chair, but soon leaned back again. "He's a pilot, really good!" Oscar laughed. "And you know what else?" She looked around as if she was going to tell a big secret.

"What?" Oscar leaned in too, playing along.

"I'm planning our summer vacation. I want to take him to spend a few days on the beaches of Greece with me." She put her finger to her lips and whispered conspiratorially. "But it's a secret, okay? Don't tell him yet." She ends up revealing it and Oscar can't help but smile.

"Total secret." He crosses his fingers in front of her.

Y/n smiled again, looking at him with heavy eyes. "You should meet him... He's amazing."

"I'll think about it." Oscar held her hand, stroking her fingers lightly.

She began to mumble nonsense, talking about bicycles and stars and 'dancing horses', until her eyes slowly closed, and she fell asleep.

Oscar remained by her side, attentive. About 20 minutes passed, until Y/n opened her eyes again, blinking a few times to get used to the light.

"Oscar?" She asked, her voice still low, but more clear.

"Hi, love. How are you feeling?" He smiled, still holding his girlfriend's hand.

"Well, and... cheers" she rests her head on the armchair, still sleepy, but she knew she had to go home.

"Very well, for those who said a lot of nonsense Oscar laughs and Y/n furrows her eyebrows, looking at her boyfriend.

"Oh no...what did I say?"

"He just kept talking about how I looked like his boyfriend and how handsome I was," Oscar confesses and Y/n laughs. "And he told me a secret," he whispers, as if it were a state secret.

"What? Which one?"

"He told me he's planning a trip for us." He chuckles softly and Y/n puts her hand on her forehead.

"No! You weren't supposed to know until I finished organizing," she whines.

"Hey, it's okay," he smiles, squeezing her hand gently.

"We can organize this together now!" Oscar looks into his girlfriend's eyes.

Y/n responds with a sweet smile. And Oscar kisses her quickly on the lips.

"Come on, I think I owe you a well-deserved milkshake." He stands up and holds out his hand.

She grabs her boyfriend's hand and gets up from the armchair, leaving the break room hand in hand.

"I think it's fair, after almost dying!"

Oscar rolls his eyes. "Hey, you weren't going to die!!" He smiles.

"You know, don't you?" She shrugs.

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HISPANIC HERITAGE MONTH + BAND OF BROTHERS:

ANTONIO C. "TONY" GARCIA

Born October 15th, 1924, in Inez, Texas

Died August 18th, 2005 (age 80), in Burlingame, California

Tony Garcia was born in Texas but he grew up in Cheyenne, Wyoming. His parents were from Mexico and had immigrated separately into the States. Tony and his siblings grew up speaking English and Spanish. He decided to drop out of high school in order to enlist, and even borrowed a friend's prescription medicine to cover up a heart murmur for his Army physical. He was accepted for training in 1943, and he served a Technician 5th Grade with Easy Company from Holland all the way through the end of the war. After the war, Tony returned to Cheyenne where he finished high school, then he moved to San Francisco, working and attending college. Later, he met his wife, Nancy, and started a family. They were married nearly 60 years, and had four children together. When he wasn’t working at the department store warehouse which he managed for three decades, he enjoyed spending time with his family, traveling, dancing, and reading. He was described as a kind, generous, and gentle man, with a “playful sense of humor that belied his quiet demeanor.” The Band of Brothers series bible describes him as “very gung-ho and game” and a “family man and extremely compassionate.” He kept in touch with several of his friends from Easy, and he participated in many Easy Company reunions and events in the U.S. and in Europe. His family has said that he was very reluctant to talk about his combat experiences, but he did like to talk about the people he met, and the families who helped him. Appears in Episodes 3-5 and 7-10, portrayed by actor Douglas Spain

Sources below

SF Gate Obituary for Antonio Garcia

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Recurring themes in 2023: my year of lesbian and yuriful manga

Doing this a little different when summarizing 2023. Since I stuck to my decision to not start buying any new licensed series and mainly did cultural catchup for both english and japanese manga I didn't really read enough hot new releases in 2023 for them to warrant a list of their own as they usually do. So to catch up on the months without a roundup as well as a year end summary I will do some themed lists!

The first came to easy since a noticeable trend was how much lesbian and yuri manga i made time for. For clarity I make a subjective distinction of lesbian and yuri works, just as some works I'm more inclined to describe as a Gay or LGBT story rather than a BL if it wasn't published in a BL imprint or invests time to do cultural or social commentary. Now to the list:

Among my favorite lesbian manga read in 2023 are: The Girl That Can't Get A Girlfriend by Mieri Hiranishi Moonlight Flowers by Mutsumi Tsukumo Indigo Blue by Ebine Yamaji Umibe no Kain by Minori Kimura

I won't reiterate too much as I already talked about it in a roundup but Hiranishi gave an extremely refreshing perspective on being a woman who loves masculine women, the dark story of her first heartbreak and the path forward. Love that Viz took the initiative to give her a graphic novel edition and promote her platform by licensing The Girl That Can't Get a Girlfriend. I've always found women's manga to be a not that secret treasure trove of lesbian stories yet I hadn't read the classic that is Moonlight Flowers... Just a truly suspenseful and romantic story of lesbian love as liberation and freedom that I can't recommend enough. Just with a clear warning of depictions of intimate partner violence that could be upsetting.

Yamaji has a well known track record of exploring lesbianism as well as bisexuality and I think Indigo Blue was extremely interesting in its explooration of the protagonist and her journey to figuring out what she wants as she's caught between two relationships. Another story of a woman's journey to confront who she is and what she wants: Umibe no Cain was a rather heartbreaking story of a young woman seeking refuge with a woman older than herself and as they start forming a frienfdship she begins to face the hurt and trauma she faced from her mother. But as the two women grow closer their relationship might take a turn that they can't come back from.

In the yuri-ish category: Kimi no Kureru Mazui Ame by Kaiko Fuyumushi OL to Ningyo by Mai Shiba

Won't reiterate too much of Kimi no Kureru Mazui Ame as I already talked about it in a roundup but love bite sized depictions of a miserable adolescence and toxic yuri but not quite. And if you found yourself taken by the more supernatural stories in this collection then may I recommend OL to Ningyo? Described by the author themselves as yuri-ish this collection depicts the bonds of human girls and their non-human counterparts. Humans, vampires, tengu, mermaid, and oni all face their own challenges and conflicts both romantic and otherwise.

In the Now That's What I Call Yuri category: Natsu to Lemon to Overlay by Ru & Miyako Miyahara Ki ni Natteru Hito ga Otoko Janakatta (The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy At All) by Sumiko Arai Sukeban to Tenkousei by Fujichika

Natsu to Lemon to Overlay is the manga adaption of a yuri award winning novel novel that I picked kind of at random. An aspiring voice actress struggling to make any career moves are requested by a mysterious woman to read the obituary at her own funeral. What happens next will warm your heart. The Guy She Liked is one where I'm just going to assume most if not all of you are aware of so I'm just going to say that I like it and am looking forward to the next volume 👍 And last but not least: an adorable 80's throwback with some truly heartwarming moments and developments not to mention very funny: Sukeban to Tenkousei by Fujichika

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Cynthia Griffin Wolff, acclaimed biographer and longtime MIT professor, dies at 87

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Cynthia Griffin Wolff, acclaimed biographer and longtime MIT professor, dies at 87

Cynthia Griffin Wolff, a noted scholar of American literature, passed away on July 25. She was 87.

Wolff joined the humanities faculty at MIT in 1980 and was named the Class of 1922 Professor of Humanities in 1985. She taught in the Literature Section, and later moved to the Program in Writing and Humanistic Studies. Her expertise was in the exploration of 19th and 20th century female American writers. She retired from MIT in 2003.

Wolff was born in Saint Louis, Missouri, on Aug. 20, 1934. She was a graduate of Radcliffe College, attended Harvard Medical School, and in 1965 received her PhD in English at Harvard University. Before her arrival at MIT, she was a tenured professor of English and American literature at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst.

Wolff wrote two major literary biographies. “A Feast of Words: The Triumph of Edith Wharton” was published in 1977. That was followed by the 1986 biography “Emily Dickinson.” Wolff worked for several years to unearth new and original primary sources before even starting the process of writing a first draft. She sought to analyze her subject’s literary oeuvre with a complete understanding of the authors’ historical and personal contexts. She also edited numerous books that brought long-overdue attention to American women writers.

Several years before her retirement, Wolff began composing a third literary biography on writer Willa Cather. Wolff continued work after her retirement but found herself unable to bring it to fruition and eventually put it aside.

“A devoted teacher and an inspired scholar, Cynthia Griffin Wolff cemented her literary legacy worldwide with her highly influential biographies of Edith Wharton and Emily Dickinson,” says Kenneth Manning, the Thomas Meloy Professor of Rhetoric (programs in Writing and Humanistic Studies and Science, Technology, and Society) at MIT who worked with Wolff during her tenure. “I was anticipating the same creative force in her biographical research on Willa Cather.”

Following her retirement, Wolff spent much of her time in South Dennis, Massachusetts, in an early 19th century Cape Colonial she restored. She later moved into the Orchard Cove senior community in Canton, Massachusetts.

Wolff is survived by her sons Patrick and Tobias; Patrick’s wife, Diana; and two grandchildren, Samuel and Athena.