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Night Flight by Antoine De Saint Exupery

[This review contains spoilers]

Night Flight by Antoine de Saint-Exupery (I apologize in advance for the lack of accent marks on my computer) is a captivating read telling the tale of a group of pilots who flew night routes around South America. This book is one I picked up at a used book store purely because I saw "flight" and I'm a sucker for aviation literature. The copy of this book I picked up was only 87 pages long, including the preface. Despite being possibly the shortest book I've read since elementary school, I found it still took me a couple days to read.

Even from the very first paragraph I was intrigued, I loved the way the book described flying. I will say it was difficult to follow at first, with perspectives changing and the time period being unclear, but as soon as you get into the rhythm while reading it is very enjoyable. Especially if you're into history and/or aviation.

Throughout the whole book, flying is described as this almost mythical experience that every pilot enjoyed. Despite the dangers, not one of those men dreaded taking to the air. Although the tone shifted near the end, from before Fabien's disappearance and his conversation with his wife both foreshadowing those events and bringing to front just how dangerous this night flying was. The despair Fabien's wife went through, and how she begged the chief, Riviere, for any information regarding her husband.

I read a couple reviews about this book, and about the background of the author to make sure I had truly understood the premise. Although I've never read The Little Prince, the book almost everyone knows the author from, some say Night Flight is what made Antoine de Saint-Exupery. Not to mention, Antoine de Saint-Exupery had gone missing during a flight in 1944 and presumed dead, which was a very similar ending that Fabien had in the novel. Which is heartbreaking, to say the least, but it also shows just how accurate the dangers while flying at that time that he depicted are.

In the end, I would heavily recommend this book to anyone interested in the history behind aviation but still loves fiction, as it shows night flying in the 1930s, a time where aviation was very new to the world. Although the aviation jargon is not too heavy or impossible to understand for those who aren't familiar with the field so even if you just want to have an enjoyable but emotional flight with one of those pilots, I'm sure this book would interest you as well.

-RKD

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[duckthevillain]

Started "one of us is back" for the mistery. Did not expect to be giggling and kicking my feet at every domestic moment

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Stay Tuned for Danger Art - Part II (Part I here)

1- February in the Isle of Wight by John Brett, 1866

2- Still life (primroses, pears and pomegranates) by Henri Fantin-Latour, 1866

3- Young Girl Reading by Jean Honoré Fragonard, 1769

4- Fringed Gentians by John Henry Hill, 1867

5- Irises by Vincent van Gogh, 1890

6- The Road to Castel Gandolfo by Andre Derain, 1921

7- Fruit and Flowers by Paulus Theodorus van Brussel, 1789

8- A Lady Reading a Newspaper by Carl Larsson, 1886

9- By the Cottage Door, Redlynch, Wilts by Helen Allingham, probably late 19th c.

10- Vase with flowers on a marble table, a Chaffinch and grapes near a bird's nest by Cornelis van Spaendonck, 1824

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Ini 4 Fokus Pelaksanaan Pembangunan Pemkab Tangerang 2024-2026

KAB. TANGERANG – Pemerintah Kabupaten (Pemkab) Tangerang memfokuskan kepada empat tema pelaksanaan arah pembangunan Kabupaten Tangerang yang tertuang dalam RPD tahun 2024-2026. Arah pembangunan tersebut yakni, peningkatan kualitas sumber daya manusia, peningkatan pertumbuhan ekonomi yang berkelanjutan, meningkatkan kualitas tata kelola pemerintahan yang baik, serta meningkatkan pengembangan…

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Heaven and Hell

Until now there is no scientific evidence of the existence of heaven & hell, but heaven is an UNDOUBTED belief for those who believe in it. And for those of us who believe in it, no matter how sad and bad our current condition is, belief in the truth of heaven is the CONSOLATION that keeps us to stay alive until we meet our fateful death. 

These panels are really true. The believers want (or precisely: need) death. But suicide is NEVER be a way to heaven. In fact, suicide is one of the reasons why evil points increase while virtue points stop increasing. So the believers will stay alive, do many good deeds, give their best efforts, and minimize the harm or bad deeds.

One of the peaks of happiness in heaven is meeting and reuniting with loved ones while living for the first time. So people who believe in heaven do NOT STOP until they (themselves only) believe in heaven, but INVITE other people, those closest to them, especially those they love, to believe in it and go there together. Our family, our friends, our colleagues, etc.

The last I'll say. God did NOT mess around or just kidding when He created heaven and hell. As He did not carelessly at random when creating the earth, the sky, all the creatures, the universe with all natural cause and effect today. Heaven was created to last forever. That's different from a playground that can be damaged and not work. Maybe it's more like the greatest empire and God is the Emperor Himself. Then it's mpossible if heaven is renovated into hell. Both were created together under very different conditions. 

[regulus-regent]

Vegeta's demeanor shifted abruptly as the droplets of water splashed against his face, prompting a reflexive flinch. His tail twitched in agitation before settling back down, a wry amusement gleaming in his eyes as he dried his face into his arm, casting a playful glare at Goku.

"Then you're more of a fool than I thought" he retorted, his voice laced with mock disdain. With a swift and deliberate movement, Vegeta seized hold of the nearby hand towel and he hurled it directly at Goku's face, aiming for a direct hit.

The snort had Goku grinning wider, able to hear the slight amusement in it from how well he knows the prince. It was a rare treat for Vegeta to actually find humor in the farmer's actions, but it always had him feeling sky-high when it happened. Hearing that playful tone in the response prompted the taller Saiyan to give another small squeeze as his purr grew louder.

Just as he was opening his mouth to respond, he jolted when water was unexpectedly flicked at his face, blinking a few times to process the lighthearted 'attack'.

"Warnin' heard and disregarded." Releasing one arm from the other, Goku reached to get his own fingers wet and returned the sprinkle of water to Vegeta's face.

[molagboop]

What chronic illnesses/disabilities were most common among chozo? How did their society treat them?

Broadly speaking, across all planets the Chozo inhabit and factoring in all the tribes, commonality can be a little hard to quantify. We have a few to look into, though.

There are plenty of maladies with real world human counterparts. Here's a quick non-exhaustive list of a few notable ones before I delve in detail:

Physical ailments like arthritis

Developmental disabilities like dyspraxia and cerebral palsy

Autonomic disorders (dysautonomia; diseases that inhibit function of the automatic nervous system), such as Ehlers–Danlos syndrome, postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, and Parkinson's disease (obligatory plug for Dysautonomia International's free online education resources)

Gastric issues (think IBS or Crohn's Disease)

Statistically speaking, the Thoha have seen the most cases of autonomic disorders, particularly accompanied by hypermobility and joint issues. Gastric disorders are most common among the Ithloc. Amputees are the most numerous by far among all tribes in the modern day, factoring in at 75% of the total living population. Blindness and Deafness are also fairly common.

The Chozo at large are a polite people: accommodations are made at every given opportunity and no expense is spared in pursuit of it. Individuals with gastric issues are afforded as many breaks as they require and resources are tirelessly poured into alleviating their distress. Folks who experience chronic fatigue or are otherwise physically disadvantaged are likewise granted as much leeway as they need. On most Chozo-inhabited planets, populated areas contain numerous public resting spots, and mobility devices are readily available.

There are ways to restore lost sight and hearing entirely, but not everyone who was born deaf necessarily wants to be "fixed". Many Chozo elect to learn sign language, and holographic software that translates the spoken word into sign language as the user speaks is widespread and easily accessible. Most records are digital and can be dictated by screenreaders, but physical media can be scanned and dictated as well with 100% accuracy. Aids for those with varying degrees of loss in either of these senses are freely available.

It's not all sunshine and roses: sometimes a disabled individual will deal with rude assholes. They're not an infallible utopic monolith: but Chozo society generally condemns looking down upon folks who need more help. The Thoha especially revere the image of the selfless warrior who uplifts the frail and downtrodden, diligently answering their every call. Respect and dignity for the sick and elderly are common themes among the moral fiber of all tribes. They're not perfect, but the Chozo certainly have their priorities figured out when it comes to disabilities.

So that's the scoop on disabilities with human equivalents in the real world. Now here's a little bit about Chozo-specific disabilities:

Rostrate Keratin Disorder

RKD is a systemic disease characterized by rapid overgrowth of the rhamphotheca and deformity of the beak. Secondary symptoms include the formation of lesions on other keratin-heavy sections of the body, including the arms and legs.

The rate at which the beak's exterior layer grows in those with RKD causes elongation of the mandibles and an uneven bite: this interferes with an individual's ability to groom and feed themselves.

There's no known cure: treatment includes salve to keep the lesions down and trimming the beak and talons regularly. Experimental gene therapy is in the works to tone down accelerated keratin production in those afflicted with RKD.

Wing Rot

Wing rot and the loss of one's wings in general is considered a disability: wing loss is the single most common disability affecting the Chozo population at large. Wing rot is a disease largely characterized by the reduction or complete halt of blood and air flow to the wings, weakened wing muscles, flight feathers growing brittle and dull, and in too far gone cases, necrosis. Wing rot is caused by a pesky bacterium most commonly introduced by mites, but disease isn't the only thing that can make one lose their flight organs.

All Chozo are born with wings, but maintaining them is increasingly difficult as one enters their twilight years. Elderly Chozo, generally speaking, do not fly often. Blood pressure disorders, respiratory issues, anemia, and other issues can exacerbate existing cases of wing rot, but they can also damage these limbs well enough on their own. Lack of exercise and poor preening practices are often associated with wing rot.

More below because I went off on wings.

How Did We Get Here, or "Why Wings Suck"

Flight is extremely metabolically taxing: the Chozo respiratory system is built the way that it is specifically to help fuel flight. On an animal that has both humanoid arms/legs and wings, wings are very demanding limbs.

People on the Internet who are familiar with human skeletal anatomy often joke that the human spine is an evolutionary fluke and an absolute train wreck to maintain: the same can be said for Chozo wings. Raven Beak has had work done on his wings to keep them intact on top of a focused diet and training regimen + consistent daily exercise. Specifically, he's had his dorsal passage manually broadened to ensure the humeral diverticulum is never pinched (no matter how weird he sleeps on it. Ever woken up to a numb arm because the way you slept on it cut off circulation? I have), and the parabronchii network delivering oxygen to the blood in his wings artificially extended. He keeps his wings rigorously free of mites, dirt, dead feathers, and other maladies to prevent disease and keep them sleek. Disease is a wing killer, and the big one's name is wing rot.

It's a lot easier to amputate one's wings before they reach 700 than it is to help them keep their wings. This is largely attributed to the respiratory bridge to the wings being so narrow: the respiratory system branches into the wings through an air sac encased in each yardarm (humerus of the wing). Weakening airflow paired with wing rot is a recipe for disaster: the latter worsens the former.

For Chozo, respiration is continuous and involuntary: damage to the yardarm near the shoulder begets damage to the respiratory system itself, which brings with it yet more opportunities for infection. Breakage in the Chozo yardarm is exceedingly painful, and it speaks volumes to Raven Beak's resilience that he can not only deal with the loss of one wing in the middle of combat without anesthesia, but deign to pull the other one straight off immediately after losing the first.

If airflow is impeded or restricted, there's little or no oxygen flowing into a given wing. That's a problem! The other air sacs in the respiratory system aren't sheathed in a large hollow bone, so they don't have this issue. One bad accident in an individual's youth can lead to issues that necessitate amputation before the sunset age is even reached if not treated properly.

Wings are tools for flight and courtship: from an evolutionary perspective, Chozo who have lived beyond reproductive age aren't typically doing much in the way of bolstering their species' population (that's not to say they're not doing it for fun), and joint issues / weakening bones or muscles can make the former a bit harder to do.

Dealing with Lost Wings

On the social side of things, Chozo who lose their wings are not treated any lesser by their peers, though the loss is seen as a thing to be grieved. The Mawkin take wing loss harder than their neighbors because flight can be an advantage in battle (though a risky one). Wingless warriors are not looked down upon in any capacity, but winged heroes are mad put on a pedestal. A lot of it has to do with the image of their forebears as mighty winged vessels for the blood of war, but as their lives grow longer, keeping these limbs becomes a challenge.

Despite their relative volatility compared with other phocomeles, wings are an integral cultural symbol for the Chozo at large. They're used in festival and courtship dances. One can use their wings to carry objects if they're savvy enough. They're also vital vessels for nonverbal communication and implicit status symbols: some facets of Chozo body language are only communicated through wings: losing them causes a whole avenue for others to understand you to disappear.

The loss of wings for a Mawkin warrior is more of a personal challenge than something that's looked down upon socially: there are resources available for coping with phantom limb sensations, and amputees are looked after diligently by their community during recovery. Personal feelings of perceived inadequacy just come with the territory when you live your life surrounded by icons of winged warriors guarding the loft in their armored glory.

For someone who grows up hearing about glorious winged founders and worshiped protectors, losing a part of oneself so thoroughly entwined with the ancient image of sublime perfection can be world shattering. Other tribes are better equipped to handle these losses philosophically: while the Thoha revere their ancestors, they recognize that wingless life is easily adaptable. They put less stock in physical traits like their wings, and more in their sense of elevated mindfulness and philosophical morality. Wings are useful as a second set of limbs: their part in expressive body language can never be replaced. To the Thoha, this is outweighed by accommodation and the removal's accompaniment by the lift of a major physiological burden. Without wings, one spends a lot less time on personal grooming. That's more time spent meditating, engaging one's peers in a playful thought exercise, or engineering something useful.

On the other hand, the Hatzu's wings are largely vestigial and unsuited for flight. Plenty of Hatzu tribesmen elect to have their wings removed early, especially if they don't really care about the appendages' cosmetic appeal. The Thiloo (penguin Chozo) are the only other Chozo who match the Mawkin's enthusiasm for wing maintenance because their wings are adapted for swimming: a Thiloo without wings is one who is more sluggish and less capable than their peers in the water. There are ways to make up for the lack of wings, but their wings' unique evolutionary utility is a point of pride for the Thiloo.

A large part of Mawkin bathhouse culture revolves around preening, especially wing maintenance. The loss of one's wings can be perceived as a failure not in the individual, but on behalf of the community. "We failed to tend your wings, sibling. We failed to send for a physician early enough to save them." When there were still folks around to partake in said bathhouse culture, Raven Beak would always find himself swarmed with citizens and soldiers ready to inspect his broad, slick wings for duds and unwelcome visitors without fail. Mawkin society can only be considered a meritocracy insofar as warriors who perform great deeds, tenured scientists responsible for positive or immense change, and citizens deemed pillars of their communities are granted first priority in daily preening rituals. Bathtime isn't just "get clean and get out" for the Mawkin: it's a time to socialize and assist each other.

The Mawkin don't treat their wingless peers as any less of a Chozo for not having them, and indeed go to great lengths to soften the blow (in part because most of them can empathize)... but my goodness, the personal burden is immense.

Some folks will always feel like a part of them is missing, but others still find that their lives are more convenient in some ways. It's a lot easier to hide when you feel threatened or offended by something when you don't have wings to involuntarily flare as part of a flight response or threat display. Chozo without wings can also comfortably lay down on their backs!

Dealing with Lost Wings, Part 2: Seamless Prosthesis

Most folks adapt pretty well to losing their wings all things considered, but some folks suffer severe dysmorphia: thus the existence of biomechanical wings. The recovery is long, and one's newly synthesized appendages may feel very itchy for a good month or so after surgery (particularly around the attachment site, where new nerves/blood vessels are integrated with the rest of the body and circulation needs to be monitored heavily), but it's possible to install new wings.

Chozo from any tribe can experience dysmorphia and opt for biomechanical prosthesis, but Mawkin warriors are statistically most likely to pursue this avenue of renewal by a long shot. Again, they're not socially punished for lacking wings, but wings are a huge part of their identity.

Biomechanical wings are a huge responsibility and need to be maintained better than a prized show dog. Appendees need to be monitored by their surgeon in case there are any issues, and there can be many issues: chief among them being adaptive failure, wherein the rest of the body doesn't recognize the wings as appendages, and the immune system begins attacking all the new stuff. This is a huge problem when your "new stuff" includes a respiratory organ, a rather large network of veins/arteries/nerves, and a vast expanse of musculoskeletal tissue. Once the recovery period (which includes the first molt) is over, a recipient of new wings is generally good to go, but the wings will need to be examined thoroughly every time they go in for a medical exam.

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Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom

Tuesdays with Morrie is a book that tells the story of a college professor and his former student managing grief. Grief is without a doubt a heavy and serious topic that most people avoid to go into detail for it. As if it is taboo, or as if death is something you could avoid if you just don't talk about it.

In the book, Morrie, the college professor, falls seriously ill and gets told he has only months left to live. Despite being about topics as heavy as grief and death, the book wasn't as somber as one might expect. Each week, on Tuesdays, Mitch would visit his former professor, Morrie, and interview him.

Every week was a new topic, and Morrie would give advice based on what he learned during his life. While reading this, I found Morrie a very enjoyable character, a man who could face his oncoming death with bravery, I guess you could say. It was by no means the best or most enjoyable book I have ever read, but it faced topics with a perspective that many shy from. Morrie taught, and he taught, and taught. I believe he taught me something, when I read this book. Since this book was a real person, and a real thing that happened, it was written to portray real things. Everyone has lost something, or someone, and sometimes it's gradual like an illness, or suddenly. There is a different sort of grief when you know you are going to lose something, versus when you actually do. Morrie lost something everyday he had that illness, he'd lose his ability to walk, then his ability to eat without assistance, before finally losing his ability to use the bathroom without assistance (which was a big deal to him, as it would be for just about anyone).

On a more personal note, I read this book while grieving someone close to me who had fallen seriously ill. She had passed away around the time I finished the book. In a lot of ways, my last days with her reminded me of Mitch's last days with Morrie. They both showed me that grief doesn't have to make you miserable. Even in your final weeks, you're allowed to laugh and cry and everything in between.

There are lessons to be taught, and learned, throughout life. This book shows that in as many ways as you need. It is truly amazing to have a book written with someone as their final days approach. That regardless of Morrie passing away long before I and many others were born, we can all still learn something from him.

Tuesdays with Morrie was an amazing book regarding grief and terminal illnesses, and I believe everyone should read it around high school or college, or whenever these serious topics should come to play in your own life.

-RKD

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YOU ARE THE LIGHT

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"Yeah, I know how to play catch!" The nine-year-old grinned in delight, although it would be VERY hard to do when he doesn't really know if his abilities would allow him to see that far out into the distance. He could only see 2-3 feet in front of him at most, but if he kept his cane on him and tapped the ground as best as he could to send those echolocations out, then surely it would make it seem like he could play it JUST fine! Liam wondered though, did they have anything they could play catch with? Probably a stick nearby? Though if it bonked Liam's head, definitely wouldn't feel pleasant...

"You just hide and the other person has to find you." The lion cub explained to Liam. Of course it was EASY for him to understand. But Simba didn't know that Liam was blind and wouldn't be able to play. His lower lip stuck out as the lion boy hummed, trying to figure out another game the two could play. "What about.. CATCH! Please tell me you know that game, Liam!"

[acrossthewavesoftime]

"My compliments to all the family except for Lott[e]."

Charlotte Philiberthe von Nassau-Beverweerd (1649-1702) (detail); created between 1675 and 1694, though the hairstyle would suggest a date in the 1670s; in the collection of the Rijksmuseum.

For Valentine's day, here's a tale of a romance that did not quite turn out as expected, but left a string of interesting documents.

Let's picture the scene: you're in love. Who do you tell? Well, obviously, you might confide the butterflies in your belly to your best friend, and it just so happens that the lady who's quite turned your head is a distant cousin of his.

This is the situation one Hans Willem Bentinck (1649-1709) found himself in during January and February 1675. His crush was Charlotte Philiberthe von Nassau-Beverweerd, a distant relation (their grandfathers were half-brothers) of his closest friend, then-Stadtholder of the United Provinces and future King of England William III (1650-1702).

William III of Orange and Hans Willem Bentinck; dated to 1676. Collection of Stichting Kasteel Amerongen, via RKD Research.

William interceded on his best friend's behalf, and seems to have taken "Lotte", as he called her, aside when the latter, living with one of her sisters who had married an English noble, paid a visit to the Netherlands.

The Stadtholder, who was friends with Lotte as she was one of the few people who would engage him in some good, old-fashioned banter and, her love for a good joke aside, was an extremely intelligent conversationalist, made her promise to give a reply as to what he should tell his best friend; but that reply never came and so, William, writing to Lotte's brother-in-law, Thomas Butler, the 6th Earl of Ossory (1634-1680), with whom she lived, added a few P.S.-s to his usual (largely political) letters to Ossory:

In late January or early February, William wrote to Ossory:

(P. S.) I beg of you to tell Lott[e] that, all her cruelty aside, I love her with all my heart, and to reproach her that she has neither written, nor even replied to my letter, as she had promised when we parted. I also hope that she will soon declare herself on that which she had promised me to think on when we parted, for Bentinck is very impatient to know how he stands, which seems very reasonable to me. G.*

(* In case you're wondering why William, or Willem in Dutch, signed as "G.", in his private correspondence: it's the abbreviation of the French equivalent of his name, Guillaume.)

However, it looks like Lotte was still ghosting both Bentinck and William, because he signed another letter to Ossory, datable to February 1675, off as follows:

My compliments to all the family except for Lott[e]. G.

A third letter to Ossory lastly mentions Lotte in March 1675:

(P. S.) I beg of you to assure Madame the Countess [of Ossory] of my very humble services, and [Lotte] as well, regardless of my not having any reason to be pleased with her. G.

One imagines that William may have taken his best friend aside and told him to forget about Lotte. Sadly, we have no information on how Lotte reacted to these messages.

If there is anything to be taken from this tale of historical heartbreak, it is that this sort of thing happens. If this Valentine's Day you find yourself unhappy because you're celebrating it alone and rather would not to, remember that you're not alone. Maybe also talk to your best friend, even if they're not a powerful noble in charge of a country.

Oh, and don't be a Lotte and ghost someone with an (romantic) interest in you. Just tell them in polite, but no uncertain terms that you're not into them.

From a historian's perspective, I find it fascinating how the Lotte-letters to Ossory highlight a part of William III's personality that is largely overlooked; posthumously often regarded as a guarded, almost robotically emotionless man, the young William in his early 20s who tries to play cupid for his best friend and adopts a very domestic tone in his missives going so far as to utilise nicknames paints a rather different picture.

Lotte was evidently forgiven, because she became a member of William and Mary's court, and briefly served under Anne as well. She never married, and her motives for doing so have been lost to history.

As for Hans Willem Bentinck, he met a woman called Anne Villiers (1651-1688) two and a half years later: she was, her mother having been the governess of William's bride Princess Mary, the future Mary II, a sort of sisterly figure to the Princess, and the two met through the marriage of their friends/employers. Contrary to William and Mary, for whom love only developed gradually in the aftermath of a fairly traumatic arranged marriage (especially on the then-15-year-old Mary's part), for Anne and Hans Willem Bentinck, their romance was much more organic: they fell in love at their workplace, so to say. To crown their personal happy end, William III stepped in to provide Anne, who was of a respectable family, yet had no fortune to speak of, with a dowry.

For the letters from William to Ossory, see: Japikse, Nicolaas [ed.]: Correspondentie van Willem III en van Hans Willem Bentinck (1927-1935), Vol. II, ii, letters 4, 15 and 16.

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Richard van Bleeck and Coenraet Roepel - Coenraet Roepel (1678-1748), painting a still-life -

oil on canvas, height: 110.5 cm (43.5 in); width: 87.2 cm (34.3 in)

Richard van Bleeck (1670–1733) was a Dutch Golden Age painter.

Coenraet Roepel (1678, The Hague – 1748, The Hague), was an 18th-century fruit and flower still life painter from the Northern Netherlands.

According to Jan van Gool he was an avid gardener and his love of flowers made him become a pupil of Constantijn Netscher so that he could paint the flowers and other plants in his garden. He travelled to Düsseldorf in 1716 and received a gold chain and medal from Johann Wilhelm, Elector Palatine for his work. He had high hopes of painting more for the elector, but his patron died the same year, so Coenraet returned to the Netherlands. On his return, he became a member of the Confrerie Pictura in 1718 and was very successful in The Hague, receiving as much as 1,000 guilders for a work, but was later eclipsed by the flower painter Jan van Huysum.

According to the RKD he was trained in the Confrerie in the years 1698-1699 and first became a member there in 1711. His pupil was Pieter Terwesten.

The Lazaro Galdiano Museum in Madrid owns a couple of Still lifes, one with fruits and the other a Vase with Flowers, from Roepel.

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Some Striderlalonde post-game sibling shenanigans headcannons because if I dont post this Im going to explode.

IF YOU TAG THIS AS D*RKD*VE OR OTHERWISE IM FUCKING KILLING YOU. DONT BE WEIRD. PR*SHIP DONT TOUCH THIS.

-I think that their really really physically affectionate. Dirk is a tad touch adverse ("tad" he cant have his bare skin touched without warning) but if hes wearing long slevees hes a-okay. Dave is suuuuper touch starved so even though Dirk doesnt really like sudden physical contact he pushes breaks his own boundary for his little bro. Dave doesnt initiate contact AT ALL at tirst but eventually he gets more comfortable with it. I think whenever Dirk is working Dave'll wander over and Dirk will ruffle his hair like an unruly child. Dave will lean on him while standing around like his body just deflated. Paper towel of a man

-Dave really likes getting his hair pet so he'll lean aginst peoples legs and they'll scratch his skull until he either dozes off or gets embarrassed for wanting physical affection and leaves

-They go shopping for food a LOT. Their fridge is always stocked and they always have shelf-stabke stuff around. Their both not great cooks yet but its the principle of the thing you know. None of the striderlalondes can cook actually

-Speaking of the striderlalondes I think that Roxy Really Doesnt Like Sleeping Alone so she will curl up in other peoples beds or sleep in a common area and stuff. I actually think that Dirk's room had a bunk bed and she sleeps on the top bunk sometimes when the Loneliness Demons get to her. Its far enough up that his lamplight is mostly blocked and she can hear him quietly tinkering away as she drifts off to sleep.

-Roxy kisses people on the forhead a LOT. Like a lot a lot. On the crown of the head too. Its just how she is<3

-Rose and Roxy semi-live with them (Rose with Kanaya and Roxy with Jane and Jade the rest of the time) and their always bringing decorations and blankets over and stuff. The Strider house is very Soft I think with blankets everywhere and plush furniture and lights that can be dimmed. So Rose is always bringing them a new scarf or blanket and Roxy sometimes convinces Dave to help her put up fairy lights and LD light strips on the floor so theres always a little bit of light.

-Dirk takes up knitting because of Rose. At first he doesnt tell her because hes embarrassed but when he presents his amateur scarf to her she tears up a little bit. Because he made it for her. And its real shitty but her sibling made something for her. They knit together after that and she teaches him to be Good At It. They have fun together. Their like crotchety old women on a porch

-Dave and Roxy are both sooooo touch starved and both of their siblings are both soooooo touch adverse so these two are always just Hanging Out. Leaning on eachother. Ruffling eachothers hair. Etc. Rose and Dirk are cursed with the "Touch Starved but also Touch Adverse Disease" so they just lollygag around in the same room together and occasionally brush shoulders. Their favorite activity is sitting in a room and being Haters together.

-Speaking of Rose and Dirk they are sooo underrated as a sibling duo. I think they both have the same media taste and special interests. Their both really into shlocky campy comedy horror and bad sitcoms. Their both horse girls. Etc. They love to mock cable television.

-This is unfinished but feel 2 add ur own. Im just saying words. Peace and love. <3

-If you say "siblings dont interact like this" I can tell you for a fact as an older sibling I looove kissing my little brother on the forhead because hes Just A Little Guy. And also they arent real.

-Pr*ship dont touch this