#cod romas

[thechaoticcheese2]

Was playing CoD Ghosts while grinding for achievements with @kimiheartblade and this fucker hit me in the back of the head on and off during a mission. College AU Ghosts. Going in alphabetical order cause I said so

Ajax - Librarian. In a relationship with Merrick. Still active in Ghosts, just more secretive about it. Absolutely loves a good book and is not above telling people to be quiet or leave his library. Elias - New history teacher to the school. Nervous about it, but does his best. Helps provide for Logan and Hesh. Was married to Lily before her death when Hesh and Logan were just kids. He still has a picture of her in his wallet and blames himself for not being able to have a better job at the time. Is kind of a part of Ghosts. He tries not to intervene or get involved much, until they started to ask about his boys joining after Merrick brings it up in passing. Knows Keegan from the Ghosts and is able to set up help for Logan communicating with more that just looks at Hesh.

Hesh - Hesh is a ftm, his birth name being Delilah, but being changed to David before he took on the nickname Hesh. Hesh always just knew from a young age, his mom was super supportive and after a handful of years after he came out, was he able to legally change his name. Elias was more wary and needed constant help with the change, but got there eventually. Hesh has taken T, and passes. He's studying to be a history major at the moment as well, having Logan tag along. Due to Logan never leaving his side, he's become his younger brother's translator, having learned his slight movements and ques. Hesh has also been forced to meet Keegan due to Logan refusing to meet anyone that could help him learn to communicate in a different way than through Hesh.

Keegan - ASL teacher who also doubles as a Sign Language interpreter and someone who helps with special needs around campus. He's asked by Elias to help Logan learn Sign Language as a way to communicate. Keegan agrees, after all, Elias helped keep the Ghosts together through out the years despite slowly fading from it and the unexpected betrayal from Rorke.

Kick - That guy that just knows basically everyone. He's not apart of the College really, but he can show up and no one really questions it. He works as an IT guy somewhere big, but he won't say where. A part of Ghosts and usually handles any social issues.

Logan - Very selective mute ever since his mom died. Has learned to communicate through small gestures and looks. Logan does say a few words here and there in a group of three, usually jus this family unit though. Rarely does he grunt or make noise (usually from physical exertion or pain). He stares. A lot. Almost never leaves Hesh's side. Never found a reason to learn Sign Language, after all, he had Hesh who would always translate for him. Right? Was reluctant to go see Keegan, but begrudgingly went to stay near Hesh. Logan isn't entirely studying anything, he just does whatever Hesh does. Secretively super artistic.

Merrick - Football Coach for the college, dating Ajax. "Leader" of the Ghosts. The members of the group see him as a stand in leader for when Elias isn't actively in meetings or gatherings. Used to butt heads with Rorke before his betrayal.

Romas - Librarian at rival College. Smart guy that just so happened to get a crush on Rorke when he started working at his college. Helps Rorke work on their bikes and add mortifications.

Rorke - Used to be a member of the Ghosts, but due to a misunderstanding (poor communication on both ends), left and 'started' The Federation. He also is a Football Coach, just at Romas' school. His and Merrick's teams often butt heads and every other year they switch who is winning.

Who are the Ghosts in this AU? The Ghosts are a biker group that started when everyone was in college, used to have a bunch of members, but the originals, Ajax, Elias, Keegan, Kick, and Merrick, are really that's all that is left in the area, the rest moving out, or in Rorke's case, betraying the Ghosts.

The biker group is known to protect people from harm on school grounds, like a vigilante type deal, but some how also slowly got paid to be the guards/officers of the school, especially since everyone but Kick works at the school now. They do still wear the masks to hide their faces, and while a handful of people know who they are or figured it out, no one really says anything about it.

Hesh and Logan have been told stories about them, but until one night that the two are jumped by The Federation, they were sure that it was just a myth. Hesh and Logan both wanted to join, but Elias wasn't too sure.

Who are The Federation in this AU?

Also a biker group! Their leader is anonymous, but lead Rorke to where he was today. They usually just like to roughhouse around town and cause minor troubles here and there, but since Hesh and Logan started college, he's been slowly getting more aggressive and having the gang cause crimes here and there.

What happened to Mrs. Walker?

Right now, she's going to die saving Logan, causing his heavy selective mutism. I'm still trying to figure it out, but the main thought is a bus broke down on some railroad tracks while a train was coming and Logan was the only one small enough to fit through the windows and so he barely made it out alive and watched his mom become a blood splatter in a bus. How did the bus break down right before a train was coming? UHHHH no idea. Might put Rorke up to it, might just have it be a freak accident.

This is gonna be a more serious story if I do end up writing about it so it won't end up here. I do plan on having a Keegan x Logan thing goin' on so there's that. I dunno. I'm tired. Goobnight.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep3 Musings - Armand & Lesmand & Nickistat (Spoilers)

We got the Armand backstory! 😭 The first half of this ep had me screaming at my screen, cuz Armand's a effing LIAR; I was rolling! 🤣

We were already told 1000 times by Assad & Sam that Armand's trying to make himself seem as sympathetic as possible. That is SUPER important, cuz although he's my favorite book character, Armand is a effing MENACE in IWTV, TVL, QotD, and TVA.

Ok, they've clarified my confusion about the weird 1556 date, cuz it implied that Armand MET Lestat in 1556, which is entirely wrong.

So I'm glad my suspicion/hope was correct, that the date was out of context. 1556+239=1795, which tracks with what Les said in S1.

So Lestat met Armand ONE year after becoming a vampire. (No wonder AMC!Armand dish-ragged him, LOL!)

No duh, if you've only been a vamp for a EFFING YEAR. (I looooove the Time-stopping Gift! So happy to see it used again--the horses are especially impressive.)

This seems like Armand's taking Marius' place as Lestat's mentor (Armand WISHES, lol). And it's kinda smacking of narcissist!Lestat using him then dumping him once he'd learned what he wanted, like Daniel & Louis implied later in the ep. (He even grabs Armand's hand & drinks w/out asking; mighty bold! Ok sure, he kissed it first, but still!?) But their dynamic is SO different in the books.

I have a looooot of issues with AMC!Magnus.

Excuse you!? Language! 😤

Armand wanna be called "Daddy" so bad. 😂

BULL.

EFFING.

CRAP.

AMC/Armand officially butchered how awesome Magnus was--he was never a Child of Satan/Darkness, or in a coven--he was a human alchemist who STOLE the Dark Gift from Rhosh's fledgling Benedict!

That means nothing, if you don't explain that Lestat is Rhoshamandes' great-grandson, and that Magnus was a WIZARD. 😒 And Armand said Les' turning was "MAYBE" a horror show? 🤨 How does he not know, if they were so close? 🙄 And how would he have even known Magnus was his Maker?

Oh no. "Come to me" was ARMAND'S theme the whole time!? 😱 Thanks, I hate it. 😭😂

LESTAT SAID KISS MY ARSE!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I mean, I would, too-the CoD/S lived like bums! The reason Magnus was so friggin rich and had all that money he gave to Lestat was strictly cuz he WASN'T a penniless bum like the other coven vampires--he hid himself away in his TOWER. (If we don't get the Lesmand tower scene Imma be so mad.) He had no Maitre/Master.

NGL, I expected the Children of Darkness/Satan to be WAY filthier. :P

So Armand really IS Indian then? As in Roma/Ukranian/Russian?

Sadly, they didn't speak on Lestat's Harlequin mask being Blackface. But woah. "Dervish" as in Muslim ascetics & mystic dancers? So was 1700s!Armand Catholic or Muslim? Is that what he thought of Lestat back then? Or what 2022!Armand thinks of him now? If the latter, Armand converted to Islam....WHEN???

Armand glossed over EVERYTHING that went down with Nicki. He seems to imply that Les got with Nicki AFTER they met, which is beyond untrue. (And not a word about Gabrielle being there for all of this mess--MIGHTY SUS.)

We know Lestat loves his gay panicking needy alcoholic bottoms.

THE FRENCH GIRLS ARE FIGHTING.

Oh lovely. More racists--I'm not even surprised; I never liked Nicki in the book anyway; bye Felicia. 🙄

Iiiinteresting way AMC/Armand gave Nicki's abduction. (Again, no Gabrielle--MIGHTY SUS!)

And LAWWWWD, lemme find out Armand was telling the truth abt him & Les knocking boots in their theatre box on some exhibitionist kink while vamp!Nicki mean-mugged from the orchestra. 😭

So Armand's still to blame for Nicki's death, but not cuz of the darkness of "self-loathing," but jealousy cuz Lesmand were an item? BISH PLEASE! 🤣

(TBF, Loumand still blames Lestat, saying he "abandoned" Armand & Nicki & the coven. Which...is not entirely true. Lestat gave Nicki the Theatre, but didn't want to be part of it or Armand's coven, so he left with Gabrielle, but still kept tabs on everyone via Eleni. So whatchu mean??????)

LOUIS SUICIDE WATCH, stop playing with me, AMC! I want to see these vamps greet the sun and "taste the fire"! (And they had the NERVE to put the commercial break there; I see you, AMC.)

They were SHOWING OFF Armand's Fire Gift in this episode--oh yeah, Louis DEFINITELY got it from him; I'm convinced now. (I'm still waiting to see if Santiago has it, too; I hope to god not though.)

Lestat was a MENACE! XD "It's a fallen tree." What a brat!

The Lesmand eye-f**kery was INTENSE--Samothy was serving~!

Don't you DARE tease me like that, AMC! YES! I want 2022!Lestat in that Dubai penthouse by the end of this season, PLEASE. 🙏🙏🙏

What does all that say? Looks Latin or French? And WTF is Armand doing biting himself? (Reminds me of Louis with Jonah.)

This is why I'm convinced that the whole "Rashid" ruse in S1 was strictly for Armand & Dan's benefit, cuz in QotD Armand specifically said Daniel was the only mortal who knew his name & lived.

Chile, this episode was A LOT, and that was just the first 20 frikkin minutes, wtf.

[snowseasonmademe]

On today’s

deonn’s music monday’s (on a wednesday)🎼

i will be sharing my favorite jazz song currently!

note: i know everyone is probably a sleep i’m sorry im posting this so late.

jazz is probably one of my top three favorite genres. i’m still discovering new jazz artist, new and old. i hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think🤎.

my french queen

i love me some patti page. i also really like her song called old cape cod.

who doesn’t love sam cooke?

i sing this song everyday

discovered this song in french class and i loveee it

his voice is just so timeless

remember seeing her play her cello on my tiktok fyp in 2021 and i immediately went to spotify to find all her music and im so happy i did. she and eartha kitt were my intro to jazz.

ohh my dear dean martin

the queen of jazz herself

note: i wanted to add an honorable mention bc i love this song to bits but i can’t put another song. it’s “it’s been a long, long time” by kitty hallen and harry james. this is such a great list. as you can see i prefer older jazz. i also have a lot more french jazz songs on my jazz playlist and i love the sound of the music mixed with the beautiful language that french is. anyways yall, hope you like the songs, see yall on the next segment ;)

[savorynotes]

Shrimp Ceviche

Ratios for 4 U15 shrimp or ~ 3 oz of cod (or about the same size bundles to the eye), you can also make mixed ceviche with both

4 shrimp 1 roma tomato 1/4 red onion 1/4 cucumber 1/4 mango 1/2 red habanero (feel free to adjust or use serrano instead, you can always add more later) 1/4 avocado juice of 2 limes 1 serving spoon or about 120ml of the stock we make with the shrimp shells 2 squeezes (or about 1 tbsp of ketchup) some chopped cilantro

First I blanch the shrimp for a minute, and transfer them into ice water, save the water you blanched them in

Peel and devein the shrimp and throw the shells and heads back into the water to make a quick stock with some carrot, celery, onion, garlic, pepper, and salt... and maybe some white whine if you have some. Adjust for salt because the shrimp and the stock are your only seasoning.

You can do this the day before and store in the fridge if you are making a large amount.

If you are doing everything the same day, I take a few ice cubes and throw some of the stock to cool it down faster in the fridge.

Chop the shrimp and place in a bowl with some salt and pepper and the juice of the two limes, it should just be enough juice to cover the shrimp, cover and store in the fridge. After about 20 minutes you might want to stir the shrimp a bit. I'd say on average about 30-40 minutes in the fridge, but it will depend on the size of your pieces so just take a taste and decide when they are the right texture for you.

Chop the onion, cucumber (I don't use the pulp/seeds), mango, and tomato (I don't use the pulp/seeds), habanero, and cilantro.

Let it sit together for a few minutes in the fridge or eat it right away with some tostadas or saltines.

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Cape Cod artist Anne Packard’s signed, limited edition giclee print of the serene “Pilgrim Monument” in Provincetown, MA looks sublime! We stretched onto Keyed Richeson bars, and presented it in a gold Italian moulding from Roma’s “Eleganza” collection.

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[charlesandmartine]

Friday 24th February 2023

The open road beckons again today setting off from Toowoomba on our quest for Roma about 359km on the A2 in total. This section of the journey takes us further inland and north. Everything is topsy turvy down under. IE southerly winds welcome at home, here they come from the Antarctic. Travelling north at home means colder, travelling north here means it's getting hotter! Anecdotal I'm sure. Nonetheless the temperature has started to climb and there's that beautiful warm all over temperature when you step out of the car and even the breeze does nothing to chill.

First stop, Dalby where there's a choice of route! So the very cheery tourist information ladies helped us decide. That and the flat white and raspberry muffin delivered from a well recommended café. Once confirmed that the A2 is the route then the die is cast and there can be no deviation. The route comes close to the second longest man made structure, the Dingo fence that's 5600km in length crossing Australia from the Darling Downs to the Nullarbor Plains. Dalby is smack in the middle of cotton picking country although the crop is now in and so the only signs of this industry at this time of year are the small green plants with the promise of a crop for next season. Cotton soon gives way to vast flat open fields of wheat, also harvested by now, stored away in the massive grain silos, serviced by long road trains plying up and down between farms. A favourite crop here would appear to be Sorghum, a rather important ingredient for the manufacture of Aussie Weetabix. We pass Chinchilla then onto Miles. Named after one William Miles who on 19th January 1855 brought a whole ship load of immigrants to Queensland. To celebrate this grand event we had lunch at Chinaman's Creek, so called because part Chinese, part Mongolian Sam Ah Lee set up camp here. He was a market gardener which sounds innocent enough but the judge thought supplying opium to the Aborigines was outside his remit. So he was banned from the place. However, the Creek is now better known for the Tropical Waterlilies Numphea Gigatea var. Neorosea growing here, which are extinct in their own native country. They are thankfully abundant here in this creek providing someone keeps an eye on the water level. The Creek itself might by some be described as a large pond but it is absolutely stacked with these beautiful vibrant Waterlilies in both pink and blue hues. A truly delightful scene within a rather dusty environment.

Sandwich taken care of and adequate admiration of the Waterlilies duly given, we plodded on in the direction of Roma.

Big event. Soon after leaving Miles in the rear view mirror, we passed a huge sign saying 'Welcome to the Outback'. It's official we are now in the outback and likely as not no-one will ever see us again. Soon after the sign, we saw another enticing us to Judd's Lagoon. Well how could you resist, we had to find out what Judd had by way of a lagoon, so despite the protestations of the lady in Google headquarters we went off to explore. Shackles were rising I guess in Mr Avis's department, but most of the road was sealed so it ought to be okay. After 4km we found Judd and his lagoon and very pleasing it was too. A couple of camper vans had found it before us but otherwise it was totally peaceful. We were then able to rejoin our route. Miss Google maps then totally mistrusting our intention to follow her advice ever again announced "turn right in 55kms". Clearly making a point, we heard nothing from her for 45 mins. The roads are long, very straight and practically empty and before long we were pulling into the Explorer Motel for the next couple of nights. Too tired to cook we found cod and chips down the road at the Blue Shed Fish and Chip Shop a highly agreeable alternative washed down with Aussie beer from the bottle shop.

Temperatures reached 34 degrees today, warm enough for Martine to slip gracefully into the motel pool. We are hoping for more days like this.

[fabiansteinhauer]

Romvergleich

1.

Oben der Codex latinus 9661 aus Paris, unten Codex latinus 10291 aus München, zuerst die jüngere, dann die ältere Version aus dem Münchener Codex. Der Pariser Codex soll 1436 in Basel entstanden sein, München dann 1542 und 1550/1551.

2.

Noch einmal: der Münchner Codex ist so herausragend, weil er von allen Bildern zwei Versionen hat. Die ersten Versionen, also die älteren Versionen der 'Erstlieferung' von 1542 haben den jüngeren, damals zeitgenössischen deutschen Renaissancestil, während die jüngeren Versionen der späteren, zweiten Nachlieferung einen älteren,selbst aber wiederum künstlichen 'archaischen' Stil haben. Man sieht ihnen, dass sie gemalt sind, als ob sie älter, naiver oder primitiver seien. Sie simulieren eine größere Nähe zu größeter historischer Entfernung. Das ältere Bild hat den jüngeren Stil, das jüngere Bild den älteren Stil. Angeblich galt die Erstlieferung als mangelhaft, die Zweitlieferung soll eine Nachbesserung gewesen sein, ddie historische Einstellung ("das historische Bewusstsein") und die juridische Einstellung fordern einen doppelten Austausch, die Renaissance bleibt in sich widerständig und insistierend. Und bei der Figur der Roma wird in dieser Phase auch das Geschlecht noch gekreuzt oder getauscht. Nur die Münchner Version der Erstlieferung weist Roma eindeutig als Frau aus. Das machen die anderen beiden Versionen nicht. lm Buchdruck werden durch Roma auch die Geschlechter geteilt, dort wird Roma wieder dem weiblichen Geschlecht zugeschlagen, wie in der Edition von Guido Panciroli, die 1608 in Lyon erscheint, und die geschickt Elemente der antiqua forma mit dem Stil des späten 16. Jahrhunderts kreuzt:

Der Graphiker kreuzt sogar die alten Elemente des scriniums (Roma saß vor/in einer Faltung oder Schachtelung) mit Elementen der Architektur, er stellt das Faltobjekt im Hintergrund als Architektur da.

3.

Der Status der Figur pendelt: ist das eine Personifikation, eine Allegorie, ist das selbst schon Schildzeichen oder ein emblematisches Element? Wird Übertragung expliziert oder 'eingeschlagen', ist sie mehr als involviert, wird sie unterschlagen? Ob ein Bild begreift oder ob es metaphorisiert, ob es allegorisiert, das ergibt sich nicht aus dem Zeichen selbst, sondern aus den Protokollen seiner Produktion und Reproduktion. Und insofern weisen schon die drei Roma-Darstellungen vielleicht nicht alle Möglichkeiten, aber genug Abundanz auf, dass drei kleine Objekte darin Platz finden, ohne zu einem großen Objekt zu verschmelzen. Sie schaffen Distanz, durchgehende, rundum, noch durch solche Stellen, die ein Entstehungsort, eine Entstehungszeit, ja sogar eine diskrete Adresse wie Cod. lat. 10291 markieren sollen. Der Begriff mag mathematische besetzt sein, aber das muss ja nicht so bleiben: die kleinen Objekte multiplizieren, explizieren und implizieren. Das ist gemeint: Rom sitzt einer Kaskade von Trennungen und Austauschmanövern auf, deren Größe und deren Kleinheiten nicht einrasten.

3.

Das alles sind Details von diplomatischen und administrativen Objekten, von vagen und polaren Objekten. Sie haben die Form der Akte, das ist eine twistige/ zwistige Form. Ich denke nicht, dass man solche Reproduktionen nur entweder als Homogenisierung oder Heterogenisierung, nicht entweder als Hybridisierung oder Reinigung beschreiben sollte. Das könnte sogar vorschnell unterstellen, das Objekt würde endgültig auf eine Seite seiner Unterscheidungen umschlagen, eine Unterscheidung würde sich im Objekt endgültig niederschlagen. Man könnte vorschnell unterstellen, früher seien die Dinge zusammen gewesen, danach sei etwas fragmentiert oder uneindeutig geworden. Man könnte rasch glauben, früher seien die wild und unbeständig gewesen, dann geordnet worden. Man könnte zu ungeduldig annehmen, Komplexität hätte sich vermehrt, alles hätte sich vermehrt.

Alles in allem: Man könnte zu schnell eine zu große Trennung unterstellen, wenn man die Reproduktion solcher Objekte entwerde als Reinigung/ Homogenisierung oder aber Hybridisierung/Heterogenisierung beschreibt. Solche Objekte sind und bleiben auf präzise Weise ambigue. Solche Objekte kreuzen fröhlich, sie versäumen etwas stechend. Sie operationalisieren Differenz, dasvheißt: sie formieren und formalisieren Unterscheidungen, aber keine der Differenzierungen ist oder geht aus. Diese Objekte multiplizieren,sie implizieren und explizieren Übersetzungen. Die Differenz wird händelbar gemacht, nicht 'festgeklebt'. Solche Objekte schaffen Distanz, legen die Distanz, die sie schaffen, aber nicht zurück, sie lassen nicht einmal das Maß und die Richtung der Trennung einrasten. Welches Verhältnis in der 'Entfernung Roms' eingestellt wird, steht im kleinen Objekt zwar fest, aber nicht in der Reproduktion, die pendelt weiter.

3.

Urbs quae aliquando desolata nunc praeclarior. Piissimo imperio restaurata. Die Stadt, die trostlos heruntergekommen war, strahlt jetzt klarer, erneuert durch eine rechtschaffene Regierung. Na dann wäre die römische Frage ja auch geklärt.

[ohana-senzapensieri]

Come li hai conosciuti? Parla un po' di loro, e se vuoi le esci

Non le esco ma ti parlo volentieri di loro

Allora ho conosciuto prima Dan in un gruppo dove eravamo insieme, eravamo più i meno della stessa zona ed iniziammo a parlare... poi il gruppo morí e iniziammo a staccarci per un bel po’ ti tempo; all’improvviso decise di far divide il gruppo e dato che erano usciti tutti mi ritrovai io admin, si fecemettere amministratore anche lui ed inizziammo a parlare di nuovo. Un giorno mi chiese se poteva aggiungere un suo amico e se potevo mettere amministratore anche lui, gli dissi che non c’era problema, l’importante era che fosse una persona simpatica.

E così conobbi Nick, inizialmente non ci cagavamo molto, poi inizziammo a parlare, creammo un gruppo per noi admin e parlavamo SEMPRE, inizziammo a giocare tutti e tre a COD e PUBG e così stringemmo molto amicizia... parlavo spesso con Nick iniziai a volergli davvero bene senza averlo mai visto; un giorno parlando gli dissi che sarei dovuta andare a Roma ma che probabilmente mi sarei ritrovata da sola (causa un ragazzo che mi tirò un bidone enorme come un grande stronzo) e lui “vabbè vengo io”, inizialmente scherzammo sulla cosa... poi davvero venne, fu la prima volta che ci vedemmo, abbiamo passato dei giorni bellissimi lì, dormimmo insieme e lí davvero capii di aver trovato una persona fantastica, unica.

Ci incontrammo poi in un’altra avventura tutti e tre a Roma e siamo stati insieme a divertirci e ridere e scherzare. Ho trovato delle persone uniche e sono contentissima che grazie a questo social mi siano nate delle così belle amicizie (queste non sono le uniche, ho un amico davvero speciale conosciuto qui anni ed anni fa, ci conosciamo da una vita senza esserci mai visti, spesso facciamo videochiamate per ore e gli voglio un bene immenso.) (Gabry se stai leggendo, lo sai che parlo di te. Ti adoro lo sai.♥️) E niente io li amo tantissimo, mi fanno stare bene, mi hanno aiutato quando stavo davvero male, gli devo tanto e non vedo l’ora di poterli rivedere e ridere ancora con loro. ♥️ @sayfuckanddream @idfcgoddamn

[snowseasonmademe]

oh i didn’t answer your other question, sorry! this is a long list so bear with me…

my favorite jazz songs to sing are allegheny moon by patti page, old cape cod by patti page, until the real thing comes along by patti page, valentine by laufey, la vie en rose by édith piaf, any rendition of it’s been a long long time, c’est si bon by eartha kitt, ain’t no way by areatha franklin, don’t know why by norah jones, any rendition of tea for two, call me irresponsible by bobby darin, dear soulmate by laufey, ive got a crush by ella fitzgerald, ive got the world on a string by ella fitzgerald, l o v e by nat king cole, & on a evening in roma by dean martin :)

https://www.tumblr.com/deonn-jaelle/770036838677331968/httpswwwtumblrcomdeonn-jaelle770036083527499

can you post the jazz playlist next? also you say you sing a lot what is ur fav jazz song to sing?

absolutely! i completely missed monday😭 i’ll post the jazz playlist tomorrow. i really hope yall try and listen to some of the songs because i put together a great list :)

[oyatsu-no-jikan]

SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 5TH - MEAL 3: DINNER [7:15 PM]

Today’s dinner:

-> Mashed potatoes

-> Lettuce with oil, vinegar, salt & pepper 

-> Oven roased roma tomatoes

-> Steamed cod fillet

Note: The picture only shows one plate. I had two servings in total.

This probably looks like a boring, plain-ass meal to most of you but honestly this is the stuff I live for. Just the pure flavors of the ingredients and everything tasted really good as well. I’m not even a seafood person AT ALL but this cod is just so good. It comes frozen but they’re nice fillets and not the kind of pressed together mushed you’d find in a fishstick.

The tomatoes were amazing as much. These were roma tomatoes and they were definitely better than the previous cherry tomtatoes I bought. The skin came right off after roasting them, which is great because I prefer my tomatoes peeled. xD

Deliciousness score: 10/10

[timehasbeenbusy]

17 & 18 November 1828

Monday 17 November 1828

5¾

11 25/60

From 6 40/60 to 8 read from page 30 – 42 of the Brief History of Christ Hospital and wrote the whole of the above today – Breakfast at 8 20/60 – off to Halifax at 8 50/60 down the old bank to Mr Briggs – said I had seen Holt, and what I had said to him – Mr Briggs thought I had better give away the coals - getting them would be expensive – must have an engine – did not think they would pay – giving them away would not, said it was my present mind to get them at all rates – Mr Briggs said he would see Holt, and go with him to plan the ground, Mr Briggs shewed me an oak-root round table made at Brighhouse priced £20 – one not so handsome sold to Mr Stead for £25 - About 20 minutes there – then sat 25 minutes with Mrs Veitch (poorly in a bad cold), then at 9 ¾ got to Savile hill –the breakfast things not removed Mrs and 2 Miss Wilcocks – Miss Pickford much better for the baths of St Gervais, to spend the winter at Roma – to write there poste restante – Mrs Wilcocks going to write to her today – begged a little of her paper and wrote ⅓ of the first page small and close, hoping my letter to Genoa was received, giving my address in Paris – observing she could be complacent in writing full letters, all crossed, as I had just seen, to Mrs Wilcocks - to write to me before expecting to hear of or from me again – uncertain as to my stay here, but would not exceed 10 days or a fortnight – asked what beauties she most admired and what thought of this place and that – should not at this moment say of what use her information might be to me – thought that by hook and by crook, I should see her before the twelvemonth’s end –

 ½ hour at Savile hill –then went to Throps – not at home – could learn nothing – my job was but a small one – would think about it – Throp most likely to be at home between 12 and 2 – returned along the canal – the new lodge to Stonyroyde, nearly roofed gable-end, labells windows, little building expensively hewed – got home up the old bank at 12 – Letter from Mariana Scarbro’on my desk – 3 hurried pages 2½ pm yesterday, ‘great change – cannot last much longer – ‘the struggles are dreadfully severe, and it is indeed a trying scene to us all’ – Mariana sat up on Friday night, but says she bore it well – ‘as to myself, have no fears on my account – I am honestly and in truth the best of the set’ would ‘like me to write something more than a mere statement that life was no more ….to appear in the York paper ……..’some little tribute to his merits would be gratifying to us all’ will write tomorrow (ie today) if any thing happens – if not on Tuesday (ie tomorrow) – offers to bring my father cod, sounds as she passes through – Had just begun to write when (at 12 20/60) Miss Hudson of Hipperholme called for ½ an hour – going to send off a parcel from Whitleys tomorrow by the van in 3 or 4 days to Miss MacLean if I had any letter to send Whitley would enclose it in time tomorrow afternoon – said I was much obliged etc etc but a very bad correspondent abomined letter-writing only said what I had to say – did not believe I could make up my mind to write – thought I, no, I wont send in her parcel, I do not understand all this, they shall have it to themselves  Miss Hudson Miss Maclean had asked many questions about the place – it was not very beautiful country and she had said so – I abused the house – said much wanted doing at it – it was a doghole of a place as I always told people – I certainly never said much in its favour  -

Came upstairs again at 12 50/60 – from 1 to 3, wrote 3 pages to Mariana including the following ‘as to the request that I should write something more than a common obituary notice, be it remembered Mary, that I am not an advocate  for long paragraphs of this kind in newspapers, and, above all, that it is Steph, not I who can do this best – when I am serious, you know my repugnance to speak or write strongly in praise or dispraise – all that I need add is, that, were my own father in the circumstances of yours, and I heard I persuaded myself to write any thing more than a mere ‘announcement of the death, it would probably be something like the following’ –

‘Died on ------- at his house in Scarborough, in the ----- year of his age, after a long and ‘severe illness, William Belcombe Esquire, ---- years a resident physician in this city ‘where his talent soon established him at the head of his profession, where by his mild ‘and gentlemany manners, and active and useful benevolence, he was soon and lastingly endeared to all who knew him well – He was eminently successful in his practice which ‘was very extensive  ‘to the last of his professional career, he devoted a considerable ‘portion of every day to his numerous poor and‘gratis patients; and it does not fall to the ‘lot of every one to be more sincerely lamented, or to leave behind him a good name ‘better deserved – But Mary, do you not think, it would be best for Steph to draw up a ‘proper memoir to be inserted in the Genteman’s Magazine?  To do this, no-one is better fitted than your brother – As a professional man, he might give a brief and comprehensive sketch which, in doing credit to his father, might reflect some credit upon himself – your father’s practice which laid the foundation-stone ‘of his reputation in York, was, at that time new in England?  His services in the navy, experience in the ‘West Indies, studies and intimacies with the man of letters on the continent, mild treatment of insanity cases,‘not to forget (if thought proper) descent from an old and respectable Lancashire family, and his marriage with‘whom, - might, if well handled by his son, do some dutiful honour, and some practical good – give‘my best regards to Steph, and tell him so – Then write the following to Mr Birmingham ‘Shibden hall Monday 17 November‘1828 – Sir – Being domiciliated in Paris, I wish to take over with me, on my return, a small box of plate viz ‘1 tea-pot, a couple of dozen folks, dozen spoons, cream jug and sugar, - basin, snuffers and tray, and a couple of ‘waiters – I know, some particular permit is required for this from the French chef de douanes – I shall be much obliged to‘you to take the earliest opportunity of giving me all necessary information on this subject, direct to Mrs Lister,‘Shibden hall, Halifax, Yorkshire – on my arrival at Dover, I will pay you any expense that may have been ‘incurred on my account – I am, Sir etc etc A Lister’ – all which took me till 5 – then skimming over again Cronhelms Book-keeping – dressed – dined at 6 25/60 – at 7 sent off to the post by John, my letter to Mariana ‘Doctor Belcombe’s Scarborough’ and to Mr John Birmingham, Commissioner, Old Ship Hotel, Dover, Post paid’  then Sat talking till after 9 – wrote the last 3 lines – went up to bed ay 10 5/60 – very fine day not so damp and thick as these last few days – rather inclined to be a little frosty – reading the rules in Hutton’s Book-keeping, till 10 ¾

Tuesday 18 November 1828

5 50/60

11 10/60

Read the 1st 45 lines Saturday 2  I went out at 7½ - went to Cowgate wood – took the wallers from walling and stayed there to right the set started against the wood in Pearson’s great brow – stayed with them and did not get home till 10¼ - sent John to make holes for planting in Pump Lane – find on my desk letter from Mariana Scarbro’, 11 hurried lines dated yesterday 17th instant ‘at 5 minutes before 1 today my precious father breathed his last without a groan, tho’ from 11 yesterday to the same hour at night his sufferings were very severe, after that he became calm and composed until 5 this morning, when difficulty of breathing returned and continued till within a few minutes of his death - Steph was with us - my mother at this minute bears ‘up tolerably, and we all do our best – I will write again in a day or 2 – God bless you – always yours Mariana’ –Will she get my letter of yesterday today? What will she think of what I wrote to announce Dr Belcombe’s death? It will seem cold, praiseless, spiritless, heartless – how different our feelings!  Her expression precious father –shocks me – dear father – or simply father - It smites me best to think of those I love when gone as if they were still here – I never yet could say my poor uncle and Mr Sunderland’s exclamation on first seeing him a corpse ‘poor thing!’ shocked me more than I could describe -  Letter also from Isabella Norcliffe, Langton, they had heard a bad account of Dr Belcombe’ think it will be a happy release but I dread the effect it will produce upon Mariana, whose nerves are little able to bear such a shock – I fear there is no chance of our meeting at Lawton, as of course she will not leave Scarbro’ just at present’ – they leave Langton for Bath on the 2nd of December -

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He’ll save every one of us Chapter 4

Brian May x Reader with side notes of Roger Taylor x Original female character 

Preview: “As much as I love you, I am rather hungry.” “Oh that’s right, I’m expected to feed you aren’t I?” “Is there anything else you practically feel like?”

 Chapter four: How much vinegar is too much vinegar?

Your eyes roll for what felt like the hundredth time that day, Brian was swinging your interlocked hands gently between the two of you, as walked through the streets of London. The sun was beginning to set behind the tall townhouses, that were becoming few and far between the longer you walked. “But are you sure it was good Y/N? Good enough to perform at our next gig?”

You want to laugh but know that in doing so you would likely hurt Brian’s feelings. “Yes, I promise you it was incredible! I don’t know how many more times I can possibly say it? “

You feel your arm being tugged from behind as you continue to walk, looking back over your shoulder, only to find Brian now standing still in the middle of the foot path, his fingers still interlocked with yours tightly, preventing you from going any further. “It’s just…. It’s the first song I’ve written for the band. And the fact that the rest of the guys like it enough to include it in our next set list, I just can’t quite fathom it.”

You don’t think you have ever seen Brian look so shy, his head was dipped low, with his hair, now in its natural curly state, curtaining his face from you and the world. “Hey, Bri. Hey..” You Whisper, the few people walking by you on the streets giving you curious looks, though none say anything. You reach your hand up to rest against his cheek, your fingertips brushing against the ends of his curls, carefully you guide his head up so he was looking at you, his dark eyes boring deep into yours.

“Hi.” He breaths out, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he looks down at you. There is a tension resting over his brow as you gaze at one another, his eyebrows creased together tightly.

“Brian, you listen to me. I promise you, anyone who hears your new song will absolutely fall in love with your music, and with Queen. Dare I say, they may even fall in love with you, the genius who created this masterpiece of a song!”

A small chuckle slips from Brian’s parted lips, and you can see the frown in his brow soften. “Well it won’t do them much good to fall in love with me. You’re the only one for me.” He steps closer to you, both of his hands moving down to your hips, pulling you flush against him. You can’t help the blush which floods your cheeks, as you stand in the protective, comforting embrace of his arms. Brian brushes his nose against yours, slowly nudging your head to tilt upwards, so his lips could press against yours softly.

Slowly, you pull away from the tender embrace, blinking your eyes open so to look up at Brian. “As much as I love you, I am rather hungry, that rehearsal really took it out of me!” You grin, nudging your shoulder against his playfully.

“Oh that’s right, I’m expected to feed you aren’t I?” Brian laughs, resting his palms over your shoulders, and twirling you in a circle so you were facing away from him. He lowers his hands down, so they once again lay against your hips, leaning down and placing his chin over your now vacant shoulder.

Brian steps carefully, making sure not to step on your heels as he ushers you forwards, you grin and shake your head at his antics. “This is the most awkward yet comforting way I have ever walked. I just need you to know that… Also why the hell am I leading? I have no idea where we’re even going!”

Brian falls silent as he mulls over your words, he hadn’t thought about that fact.  He was used to going to the fish and chip shop with Freddie and Roger, who both knew the way blindfolded! “You’re right, maybe I should lead? Let’s swap!”

“You’re an idiot!” You giggle, though the grin remains plastered to your lips, as you continue your slow, lumbering walk down the street. A little girl sitting on her father’s shoulders waves at the two of you, and you give her a cheery wave back,  while Brian grins at her. The little girl kicks her Mary jane clad feet against her fathers chest, and you watch him cringe at the feeling. You can only hope she wouldn’t do that too many more times, otherwise he may force her to walk!

A small shop made of white bricks comes into view a short while later, the whole front wall was made of floor to ceiling windows, with a balcony at the front supported by bright blue pillars.  There were posters plasters on the inside of the windows, while one’s likely not supported by the family owned business, had been pinned to the pillars, stacked at least five high. “Welcome to Roma’s chip shop!” Brian grins, bowing low while gesturing to the front door, “Here you will find not only the most amazing chips this side of London, but also the freshest fish you could possibly find, without having to catch it yourself!”

You curtsey in response to his bow, before walking past him towards the front door, where a bright red sing indicated they were open. “I’m sure they do battered sausages too right? You wouldn’t dream of taking me somewhere that doesn’t serve battered sausages, right?”

You can almost see the life leave Brian’s eyes as he glares at you, he throws his arms by his sides in defeat, before sulking over to you by the door. “I take you to my secret, special place. And all you can do is ask if they do battered sausages?” You shrug, sending a wink his way, then push on the door, struggling for a few seconds when it doesn’t budge. “It says pull…”

“I will kill you!” You switch opening tactics, only to find that when you pull on the handle, the door glides open, a small bell jingling from above, signalling your arrival. The small shop was rather quiet, considering it was getting close to what most would call dinner time, though if the food was half as good as Brian had been making it out to be, you could only assume it would get busier as the evening went on.

Brian leads you over to a small table with various condiments spread out on top, a pile of menus balanced precariously on the corner too. “Aside from a battered sausage, is there anything else you practically feel like?”

“Chips that are absolutely drowning in vinegar and salt!  I want to be dehydrated after one bite!” You laugh, as you look at the menu over Brian’s arm, surprised to see just how many options they had available.

“I’ll see what I can do for you. Did you want to wait for me outside, then we can find somewhere to sit?” Brian grins, as he folds the menu closed, placing it back on the wobbly pile. You smile up at him, nodding your head twice in agreement.

“See you soon.” You wave, as Brian heads to the counter, and you make your way back outside, into the fading afternoon light.

Settling down on an old, wooden picnic bench, you smile to yourself as you pick at the splinters forming on the tabletop. Your theory being, if you got rid of them now, you wouldn’t accidentally drag your arms across them later, and spend the remainder of the evening prying them out of your skin. Your feet swing idly as you gaze around, watching the people in the park ahead of you. Families setting up picnic dinners, couples holding hands, and a few people reading on the scattered park benches, all enjoying the pleasant weather.

“I present to you, grease, grease, vinegar, and more grease!” Brian laughs from behind you, as he makes his way over to your chosen picnic bench, you had been so caught up in your people watching, that you hadn’t heard him approach. He places three newspaper wrapped packages in the centre of the table, grease seeping through the black and white paper. With careful fingers, Brian peels the wrapping away, presenting your battered sausage, his own order of battered cod, and from the smell of it, a heaping pile of vinegar doused chips.

“I love you…” You smile, reaching out and taking a piping hot chip, popping it in your mouth, and immediately regretting it. You pull a face of disgust, as you bring your hand up and fan your open mouth.

“Too hot? I could’ve told you that!” Brian laughs, as he takes a chip for himself, blowing on it for a few seconds, before biting into the hot potato.

You glare at him once you’ve sufficiently scolded your tongue. “You could’ve been a gentleman and warned me!” The glare doesn’t last long, they never do when directed at Brian, he always has a way of making you smile. “On the bright side, the vinegar to salt ratio is perfection!”

“I think I used half of the bottle…”

“That’s the only way to prepare hot chips! In fact, if you use any less than half a bottle, you’re doing something very, very wrong!”

Opening up the paper around your order, you are almost drooling as you breathe in, it smells incredible! Of course, a battered sausage is one of the most unpleasant looking items you could possibly order, but the taste is everything you could ever ask for. “That really is disgusting…” Brian smirks, as he squeezes a lemon wedged on his battered cod, gesturing with a chip in is other hand, towards your food.

“It doesn’t matter how it looks on the outside, it’s all about what’s inside that matters. And what’s inside, is pure heaven!”

Brian looks unconvinced, but decides against saying anything more on the subject, fearing it may end with his demise if he continued to speak badly of the fired food. “I mentioned to my parents the other day about Queen.” Brian shrugs, as he picks at the fish, flaking off bite sized pieces.

“Oh? Was that when they called earlier this week?”

“Mhm.” Brian sighs, as he chews the fish, in what was either a thoughtful, or angry manner.

“I’m guessing that explains why you were in a bit of a bad mood following that conversation… You even allowed Roger to play ‘Pramy’ in scrabble that night, I figured something had happened.”

 “I told them I was thinking of not returning to college after break is over, you know, seeing how far we can go as a band.” You lean forwards on the table, propping your chin up on your hands, looking at Brian intently. “Mum thinks I should give it a go. Dad on the other and, well, he thinks it’s the stupidest idea he’s ever heard.”

“But why? Is he worried about your education? If that’s the case, does he know you can always pick up your studies later on? There’s still time to become Doctor Brian May!”

“That’s exactly what I said! But he doesn’t understand that! He thinks I’ll need a degree to go anywhere in life, ad as he said on the phone. ‘You and that guitar won’t get anywhere.’”

You frown, reaching out across the table, and wrapping your fingers around Brian’s, squeezing gently to reassure him you were there. “What the fuck? If that’s how he feels, then why the fuck did he help you build Red?”

“That’s a good fucking question! One that’s I didn’t think to ask at the time, instead I just hung up the phone.” You watch as he takes a fistful of chips, not bringing them to his mouth, but instead squeezing them tightly into his fist, a waste of perfectly good chips, not that you would say that.

“Is that why you were asking for reassurance over Keep yourself alive? You wanted to know that someone else other than you and the band, thought that your music was going to take you places?” Brian doesn’t respond, but his silence is enough to confirm your suspicions, and that only causes you to tighten your hold on his hand. “You’re going to prove him wrong one day. I can guarantee, someday Queen will be everywhere, you’ll be on the radio, on the television, you’ll even be on stage! Everyone will know that name Queen!”

“You’re too good to me.”

“Trust me, I know. But it helps boost my public image by being with someone as sad as you.” You wink, causing Brian to laugh, a deep hearty chuckle that came from deep within.

 The sun sets completely, the only light coming from the streetlamps scattered around the park, and courtyard out the front of the Roma’s where you had been sat for hours now. You look sadly down at the chips in the centre of the table, the smell of vinegar wafting off them. Perhaps Brian had gone somewhat overboard with the vinegar, both of you having given up on the chips, halfway through the pile. “You look tired, do you want me to take you home?” Brian smiles, his dark eyes shinning in the dim lighting.

The last thing you wanted was to go home, but Brian was right, you were growing tired, and a chill had set in in the air, which was beginning to seep into your bones. “Let’s go, I might even have some ice-cream left over that I could entice you inside with.” You grin, as you both stand from the table, Brian darting around to your side and wrapping his arm around your waist, as you make the slow journey back to your home.

  Once you arrive home, the first think you notice is that none of the lights have been turned on, maybe Bree had gone out for the night and forgot to turn them on? You try to remember if she had mentioned anything about not being home tonight, but nothing springs to mind. Though you had been spending a fair bit of time with Brian lately, and hadn’t been home all that much, so perhaps she just hadn’t thought to mention it to you? Your hand fumbles with the key a few times due to the dark, before you manage to secure it in the door lock, twisting until the lock clicks open. “Bree? Are you home?” You call out into the dark apartment, Brian walking in behind you, shrugging his jacket off and hooking it up by the front door. There’s no answer to your call, confirming your initial thought, Bree wasn’t here.

“Did she say anything about going out tonight?” Brian asks, as he flips on a few light switches, illuminating the hall so you could both see where you were walking.

“No, she didn’t. I’m sure she’s left a note though, that’s what we always do, when either of us go out and aren’t able to tell the other.” You smile, as you make your way into the small kitchen, flicking the light on for the small room, and look around for a note. Brian follows  you in, and looks around himself, neither of you finding anything relating to Bree’s whereabouts. “That’s really odd, we always leave a note in the kitchen…”

“Maybe she left it somewhere else? Do you want me to check in the sitting area? You could check the bedrooms?”

You nod, a frown creasing your brows as you move out of the kitchen and into your bedroom, searching for anything that could give away Bree’s location. You find nothing in your room, and turn to search in her’s instead. “Maybe she wrote it while getting ready, and forgot to bring it out to the kitchen?” You call out, in a meagre attempt to reassure yourself more than Brian.

“Of course that’s what has happened, it’s probably in the bathroom, I’ll go look!” He calls back, and you can hear his clogs thumping up the hall.

The search in Bree’s room turns nothing up, only a pile of dirty clothes, and a messy dressing table that had more makeup than you had ever seen. The bed however, was perfectly made, each corner tucked in neatly, with the duvet ironed to perfection. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, and your vision was growing blurry. “Bri… Did you find anything?”

“No, there’s nothing in here.”

You leave Bree’s room, keeping the door slightly ajar as you meet Brian in the hall. “Maybe Roger knows where she is? Or maybe they’re together?”

“They have been spending a fair bit of time together lately, that seems likely!” He leads the way into the sitting area, dialling his phone number, and passing the receiver over to you. After three rings, Freddie’s voice comes through.

“Hello?”

“Freddie? Hey it’s Y/N, is Roger there?”

“Oh, hello dear, of course he is, just a moment!” Freddie sings back, before turning away from the receiver. “Rog! It’s for you!”

There’s the sound of shuffling feet, before the noises of the phone trading hands. “Y/N? Hey, what’s up?”

“Do you know where Bree is, is she with you? Or has she been with you?”

There’s a pause, which seems to last for hours, the silence hanging in the air like a thick fog. “I was going to ask you the same thing. She was supposed to come over a couple of hours ago. I assumed maybe she had fallen asleep, is she not at home?”

You gulp, your hand shaking and very nearly dropping the phone. Brian steps up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist snuggly, resting his chin over your shoulder, in both an attempt to comfort you, and to also hear what was being said on the other end of the line. “N-No, she isn’t home. I don’t think she’s been home for a few hours now…. She didn’t leave me a note either.”

There’s that silence again, it’s intoxication, neither you nor Roger seem to know what to say. “I’ll keep looking in case Brian and I missed her note somewhere, can you let me know if she turns up at your place?”

“Of course I will, and vice versa.” You hang up the phone, squeezing your eyes shut tightly as a million and one thoughts swirl around your mind, and none of them good.

“What can I do?” Brian asks quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You know he’s trying to comfort you, but it only makes you feel worse right now, you’re too distracted to pay him much attention.

“I don’t know. Just…. Just help me look around again, there has to be something the we missed!”

You spend the next twenty minutes tearing the apartment apart, searching everywhere for a damned scrap of paper letting you know where Bree had gone. You find nothing, and that’s only causing your panic and concern to grow. Suddenly, the shrill ring of your phone echoes through the quiet home, neither you nor Brian had spoken as you searched, the phone now breaking the eerie silence. You can’t remember the last time you had run so quickly but you had made it to the phone hallway through it’s second ring. “Bree? Roger?” You’re met with silence.

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[CoD] Parásitos pelicul completa en español comedia

[CoD] Parásitos pelicul completa en español comedia

25 de octubre de 2019 / 2h 12min / SuspenseDirigida por Bong Joon HoReparto Song Kang-Ho, Woo-sik Choi, Park So-DamPaís Surcoreana

Parásitos (en hangul, 기생충; romanización revisada del coreano, ''Gisaengchung'') es una película surcoreana de drama, suspenso y humor negro de 2019, dirigida por Bong Joon-ho y protagonizada por Song Kang-ho, Lee Sun-kyun, Cho Yeo-jeong, Choi Woo-shik y Park So-dam.8​9​

La película se estrenó por primera vez el 21 de mayo de 2019 en el Festival de Cannes, donde se convirtió en la primera película de Corea del Sur en ganar la Palma de Oro y la primera película en ganar con un voto unánime desde que ganó La vida de Adèle en la edición del estival de 2013 . Fue lanzada en Corea del Sur por CJ Entertainment el 30 de mayo de 2019, y en el resto del mundo entre finales de 2019 y principios de 2020. Recibió elogios de la crítica y, en general, fue considerada la mejor película del año por los críticos.10​ También recaudó 128 millones de dólares en todo el mundo, convirtiéndose en el lanzamiento de mayor recaudación y la decimonovena película de mayor recaudación en Corea del Sur.11​

Fue ganadora de cuatro premios Óscar, comenzó su carrera en su país siendo seleccionada para representar a Corea del Sur en la edición 92 de los Premios Óscar, logrando inicialmente seis nominaciones entre ellas a "Mejor película" y "Mejor película internacional", y así se convirtió en la sexta película en lograr una nominación simultánea en ambas categorías, siendo la anterior Roma en 2018 y fue al mismo tiempo la primera película surcoreana en ser nominada al Óscar en la categoría principal12​. Se convirtió en la primera película de habla no inglesa en ganar el premio Óscar a Mejor película, y finalmente también en ganar de manera simultánea la categoría principal y la de Mejor película internacional en la historia de los Óscar. En la 77a edición de los Premios Globo de oro , ganó el premio a la Mejor Película en Lengua Extranjera. Recibió cuatro nominaciones en la 73a edición de los Premios BAFTA , ganando la mejor película no en inglés y Mejor guión original. También se convirtió en la primera película en idioma no inglés en ganar el Premios del Sindicato de Actores al Mejor Reparto en una película .

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I felt like I was at a Roman feast as I dined at Antica Pesa with Gambero Rosso and Poggio le Volpi. 💃🏿 Poggio le Volpi is a winery that is under the radar, but oh how you should check them out. Their wines are made with heart and soul which is evident as you sip and savor each drop. The winery is between the edges of Monte Porzio Catone and the Roman countryside close to Rome. Wines from the estate were paired with traditional Roman cuisines. My favorite wines of the evening were the reds: Poggio le Volpi Roma Rosso Edizione  Limitata ’16 and Masa del Tacco Primitivo  di Manduria Piano Chiuso  Riserva ’15.  The menu was fire! Some of the highlights were the cod and risotto. There was also a crusted lamp chop situation that was very good and I don’t really do lamb. 🐑The Italians always know how to turn it up and turn it out. Good wine creates community in the most delicious way. Poggio le Volpi wines at the table is a very good thing. Cin cin! #wine #italianfood #Italianwine #vino #redwine #rome #poggiorealeb #vino #wineinfluencer #redwine #primitivo #restaurant #foodporn #gastronomy #plating #artofplating #foodcritic #gastronomia #risotto #nyc #lifesryle#rosso #culinary #foodie #eeeeeats #foodgram #menu (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5F5nGulwAa/?igshid=j0qorcaz0a6h

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2018 best (and some worst)

2018 was the shittiest year of my life personally and I was a trainwreck almost instantly. I was real hopeful going in, but I got my heart broken as badly as I could get (and it somehow just kept getting worse). Ugh. It’s boring to articulate, but it was a never-ending Russian nesting doll of heartbreak, disappointment, and frustration. But I made more positive changes in the last 12 months than I did in the last 12 years. So that’s something.

TV Funniest go-to show: Desus and Mero (wish they didn’t go on hiatus when they left for Showtime) Favorite shows: 1) Big Mouth 2) Atlanta 3) Killing Eve 4) Bodyguard 5) Haunting of Hill House

Other shows I enjoyed: American Vandal; Homecoming; Americans; GLOW; Better Call Saul; Succession; Cobra Kai; Kominsky Method; Corporate Meh: Barry; Sharp Objects; Who Is America?; Daredevil Favorite Comedy specials: 1) Rory Scovel 2) Bert Kreischer 3) John Mulaney

MOVIES 4 ½ stars: Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse; Sorry to Bother You 4 stars: Quiet Place; Hereditary; Mission Impossible: Fallout; Blackkklansman; Deadpool 2 3 ½ stars: To All the Boys…; Incredibles 2; Game Night; Revenge 3 stars (solid rental): Game Night; Upgrade; Revenge; Ant-Man; Hold the Dark 2 ½ stars (OK rental): Black Panther; Avengers Meh: Love Simon; Support the Girls Probably Good but bored the shit out of me: Roma; First Reformed; Eighth Grade Hated: Mandy; Ballad of Buster Scruggs 

STILL NEED TO SEE: Bad Times at El Royale; Bodied; Creed 2; Death of Stalin; Favourite; First Man; Free Solo; Green Book; Halloween; If Beale Street Could Talk; Minding the Gap; Solo; Star is Born; Vice; Widows

MUSIC Favorite Records: 1) Brian Fallon-‘Sleepwalkers’ 2) Story So Far-‘Proper Dose’

1975 has great songs but they have too much filler in their records. Damn good songs: Foxing-‘Nearer My God’; Wonder Years-‘Pyramids of Salt’; Thrice-‘Beyond the Pines’ PODCASTS Favorite Podcasts personally: -Filmdrunk Frotcast (Movies/comedy) -Dollop (history PLUS comedy) -Bill Burr’s Monday Morning Podcast (one-man rant from the best comic alive) -Conan O’Brien Needs a Friend (comedy + conversations) -Rewatchables (Movies/comedy) -Bill Simmons (conversations) -Pardon My Take (sports + comedy) -Chapo Trap House (leftist politics + comedy) -Press Box (media) 

Intercepted’s takedown of George HW Bush is great. That show and Citations Needed has its moments. I think if you’re a historian/leftist, the best podcasts are Hardcore History or Common Sense (Dan Carlin), Citations Needed, Intercepted, Chapo Trap House, and the Dollop. Dan Carlin is the one you can enjoy if you’re on ANY political spectrum—and the Dollop is not too far behind; that’s truly the most special when it hits.

Other: My Favorite Murder; Revisionist History; Matty + Nick; Hound Tall; We’ll See You in Hell; Binge Mode: Harry Potter; Bertcast/Open Tabs; Gladiator: Aaron Hernandez

Re-listening to Walking the Room for the 3rd time; that’s my favorite podcast of all time. Late pass: ‘Embedded’ series on Trump is amazing. Doesn’t come out often but when it does? Fascinating and goes in on Trump stories that don’t get talked about. Podcasts I’d recommend: In the Dark; RFK Tapes; Slow Burn (S2 on Monica Lewinsky scandal is great)

‘In the Dark’ is by far the best. S1 in 2016 I prefer over S2; check out both.  Podcasts I’m going to check out: Crimetown: Detroit; Serial S3

Vince Mancini (Filmdrunk/Uproxx) has an annual best list on the best investigative/true crime podcasts each year that are the best lists I’ve seen. Best Dollop Episodes of the Year (must-listens on serious subjects): Donald Trump; the Resnicks: Water Monsters; George HW Bush; John McCain; Wells Fargo; Erik Prince & Blackwater 

The above subjects deal with subjects to be genuinely outraged about versus faux things to be outraged about everyday (Russia; Louis CK or what a comic said) and the way the media talks or ignores subjects completely. The way it’s done is so great (Dave reading a topic coldly while his friend interjects with commentary—and then in the end coming together with a South Park-esque take on what the fuck is happening)

Other: Feinstein and the Flag; Levittown: the White Suburb Funniest episode of the Dollop:  1908 New York to Paris Car Race (live w/ James Adomian). Hands down the funniest. Dave purposely saved a great one for the fucking great and underrated James Adomian.

I can tune in and out of some Dollop episodes, but when it goes in on a subject or has a particular guest, you know it’s going to hit.

BOOKS Favorite book: City of Thieves by David Benioff Late pass great: ‘Slaughterhouse Five’ Pretty good: ‘Devil in White City’; ‘Lexicon’ Meh: ‘Sirens of Titan’ Hated: ‘the Bell Jar’

Best twitter follows/online writers: Justin Halpern; Drew Magary; Brian Grubb

BEST EVENTS: 1) Gaslight Anthem 59 Sound 10th Anniversary 2) Boston Calling: the National, Menzingers, Queens of the Stone Age, the Killers 3) Bert Kreischer @ Wilbur: near front row 4) Bill Burr @ TD Garden 5) Pats-Titans playoff game

Biggest regret and disappointment: Moving my ‘ex’ into my friend’s house in January (with the hope that I’d be living there half the time too)—only for her to end up wanting NOTHING at all to do with me that same day after I helped her unpack out of nowhere, threaten suicide in a non-joking manner in front of her new roommates and my friend after a political argument at the end of the first night she moved in, get with someone we work with behind my back almost instantly (a bland and lame cokehead who got busted for cocaine 18 months prior and faced 7 years in jail), try to fuck my friend when I was mid-conversation with them both first time seeing her 3 months after it all ended—and for her to eventually date my friend’s roommate who my friend warned me would try and fuck her but I didn’t take seriously because I thought he wasn’t good looking, tiny, just vaped all day long, and kind of a douche. Cool. Awesome.

I mean, that’s a simplistic breakdown of it all and how I feel about it when I’m angry. It’s more complex and fucked up than that and I could write a book on it to elaborate my thoughts, good and bad. It’s genuinely heartbreaking to articulate it and I withheld that from her:  part of the reason why I moved her into my friend’s place (she didn’t know him or anybody) was because I wanted her in my life and didn’t want to lose her. Instead, it felt like I locked myself out of a party, I’m banging on the door and it’s cold outside, but nobody hears me. It’s just that feeling constantly. At the same time, it’s also very simple: she just wasn’t that into me, valued me, gave a damn, respected me, or cared. It’s NOT as angry or mean as it sounds. It just is what it is. Do NOT move the person you’re seeing into a friend’s place. If it doesn’t work out, make sure you can get a clean break. Oh, and probably do NOT date at work if you can until you know one of you is leaving (or, in my case, she leaves 10+ months after it’. I fucked both up and it’s been impossible to move on. Thankfully, she just left work 2 weeks ago and there’s less anxiety, mental work (thinking about her all the time which I still do but it’s not on maximum overdrive) and tiny heartbreaks each day. I mean, I was devastated when she told me she was leaving and there was finality. I miss her and have missed her all this time, but it’s a good thing: there was nothing I was getting out of it. But still: why did she say yes to moving into MY friend’ s place if she was just going to do a 360 heel turn, be an asshole and resentful towards me out of nowhere, never bother seeing the place I moved into/what I did with it?. Just a disaster of my own creation. I like to think in time I’ll get over it all and move on. I highly doubt I’ll ever see or talk to her again. I refuse to ever go back to my friend’s house for a variety of reasons and I had those thoughts even before the Cinco de Mayo party, but definitely after. I just don’t belong there and it hurts. And I know she’s uncomfortable too if I’m there even if she says otherwise.

Best thing personally: my brother got married, his wedding, friends, and my family. It’s cool to see my brother have his life together, be married into an awesome family, and meet a nice girl. I’ve seen my brother have his heartbreaks, but it’s nice to see him finally have peace and consistency. He’s got a really great house near where the Pats play (closer than where we’d park to games), works 4 days a week and makes bank too. 

BIGGEST CHANGES I MADE moved out to a place of my own in late January-it’s my uncle’s 3-decker, which he intends to pass on to me. So I’m saving $ by being here and it’s decent. The drawback is that it’s 3rd floor and inhospitable during the summer when it’s an oven with no windows where they should be to put an AC unit in (I just stayed at my parents: I would have toughed it out but I desperately need sleep for school). But yeah, I’m over 30 and needed a place of my own. I’d love to live in Boston, but it’s completely fucking unaffordable unless you work 2-3 jobs.

One annoying thing: my driveway gets egged EVERY day since May. We have fake cameras, but pretty sure it’s the next-door neighbor and not some punk kids on their way to school. It is enraging. Who eggs a house everyday? And it’s literally only my car or the lady next to me, not even close to the street. I keep on looking at the trajectory of the eggs and it’s fucking ridiculous. Luckily, because of school (and because I was away during the summer), the egging doesn’t happen until after 8-10 AM.

I’m 10 minutes from my parent’s place (halfway to my workplace and gym as a cut-off place), 5 minutes from the school I attend, and centrally located to things I want to be (Boston, my brother, Cape Cod, possible job changes or to where I intend to move if I can)… went to school to be an electrician-In school 715 to 1245 Monday-Friday. Pain in the ass schedule and tiring, but a big change. I suck at being handy. Most people are sons of people in the trade or went to trade school. Then there’s me: never picked up a drill or a hammer. But I’m working on it. 

I mean, the job IS risky (it’s not an office job) and any job outside of going back to school for a master’s or doctorate to get ahead (I fucking tried!) requires backbreaking manual work that breaks you down in most cases (construction, plumbing and smelling bad to even fixing cars where I hear that breaks your body down). Being an electrician seemed like the least of them all unless you want to be a linesman stuck outside no matter the weather for National Grid or down in manholes—because they pay REALLY well (most people in class actually want those jobs without reservations). I’m fine with being paid pretty well while enjoying myself. I’ll stay away from something monotonous like solar panels or being on a roof all day though.

Jiu-Jitsu-did this for 3 months and loved it. Had to take a break because I can only do weekends and it’s expensive. And I’m too exhausted for 9 AM class come Saturday. After a 6 AM to 12AM schedule M-F, I just completely fucking crash come Saturday. I fully intend on going back and doing yoga too when I finish school in July. 

Most people start doing jiu-jitsu because of Joe Rogan. My answer got a laugh. ‘Yeah, I wanted to try something new. Also, I watched John Wick about a 100 times.’

Therapy-post ‘break-up’ I realized I needed help. I spent a month in February not being able to fall asleep (maybe 24 hours sleep in 3 weeks) before I finally got meds. About a million waking nightmares (holy shit that’s a thing). Constantly crying, particularly on the weekends without her, separation anxiety and just anxiety that did not go away at all: a constant weight. We had a Jim-and-Pam relationship at work, even when it was over—but once she started dating my friend’s roommate, she distanced herself more than ever and it was just fake as fuck. I was frustrated with not finding a job to not passing a test that I studied my ass for 3+ months for that would allow me to leave my job AND the girl. They threw in shit that was not on the study guide at all in the test. Blah. I punched a hole through my bedroom wall (like they do in the movies) and fucked up my hand a bit. 

But yeah, I’m working on my confidence, following through with my goals, challenging myself, making adjustments, facing fears, getting over my anxiety, relationships. I’m proud of how, even without therapy, I handled the girl who was cold and distant: I was ALWAYS warm and welcoming, had a good attitude about it with her. It wasn’t a point of pride to be that way; I just was. If I was around her, the hurt just kind of all faded, however briefly. In the back of my head I wanted to light her the fuck up for how she was acting or NOT acting, but I just didn’t. But it’s hard. I am depressed all the time, but not nearly as overwhelming as I was. I’m really lonesome—and I want to reach out, but I don’t know to who a lot of the time. I feel left out and it’s hard to maintain relationships, but I am trying. It’s hard at 32 but people fade away. You think you’re wiser and more mature that it won’t happen, but it does. It’s just harder to make friends, I guess. I ruminate all the time and think too much. I’m trying to be mindful and in the moment. But I keep on thinking about all the things I’m NOT doing or the things I’m waiting for to happen. But there’s always going to be that. I am doing a LOT and the changes aren’t coming all at once. I like my therapist (I had one when I was in 5th grade and again when I was 19: I didn’t like them: finding a therapist that fits you is the biggest thing)

I realized a lot of the problems I had were patterns even going back to the heartbreak I felt at 18-20 when I was the worst mess I ever was. It wasn’t the girl who broke my heart, but it was me. I should have been better and stronger far before I met her. I wasn’t really living I don’t think. In some ways, I gave up and was sleepwalking through things. But everything I thought I was past just bubbled to the surface. And I had to get it right, something needed to change, and I needed help.

I withheld my problems from everybody because I didn’t want to be a burden. I especially did NOT want to be depressing but I think I became a burden for the girl who broke my heart. She had nothing to give and she was upset at me for talking to her at work and being cheerful, telling stories, or anything. Secretly, I was a mess and it was painful. In a way, I was denying myself and that made it worse.

Here’s the thing: I don’t think I’m that big of a mess. I might be lonely, but I got a good head, attitude, and people generally like me. I make people laugh easily and without trying. I got a lot going for me and I got support.

Tattoos -got the lighthouse tattoo I always wanted since I was 18. I didn’t believe a tattoo artist could carry out my idea. Liked the tattoo artist so much that I stretched it out into a full sleeve. I want to do more and have some ideas. We’ll see.

Other-new car; collecting board games; got tour posters and Pats memorabilia framed WORST POLITICAL: the chaos that comes with Trump-Well, that hasn’t changed. I’ll hate the GOP/Republicans and that goes without saying. I have some small hope with people like Alexandra Ocasio-Cortez, but I don’t have any faith in the Democratic party at fucking all: they will rather work with Republicans than work with people who actually want to make an actual change. You kind of just realize how shitty a party they and Obama were and how they are bought/paid for and resistant to any meaningful change. We are fucked.

LOOK AHEAD TO 2019: -finishing school in July and starting new career as electrician -cousin’s wedding and going to Las Vegas for a bachelor party (I’m more psyched for the awesome house we are staying in than Vegas itself) -Pats playoff run and possible end of Brady-Gronk: I’m not hopeful, but I’m going to enjoy my favorite Boston athletes of my lifetime. Couldn’t ask for anything more from them. I just wish Bill Belichick did a better job as a GM and not fucking up nearly every draft since 2006 besides 2010 and 2012. They’ve won 5, but feels like Belichick cost the Pats 3-5 more minimum. Every year you have Tom Brady, you’re in the AFC Championship or Super Bowl. Belichick and Patricia mailed in the Eagles Super Bowl on defense. WTF was that? -doing jiu-jitsu, yoga, taking up swimming, continue following through on my gym program: my goal is to delay having a bad back as long as possible. I’m in the best shape of my life by far, so that’s good. I want to cut some of my gut weight out though: when I bend down to put on my work boots, I feel it. -more tattoos? -dating again (I am struggling so BADLY with online dating and need to work on having better pics: I can’t get a single match/date) -looking at buying a condo or home. I’ve got about $100K saved up and just slowly collecting things in my apartment for the big transition. Still would like to see where I end up working. Ideally, I’d love to have a lake house somewhere decent and centralized.

BOOKS: -Don Winslow wrapping up cartel/border trilogy -new Gillian Flynn?!? -Marlon James’ African Game of Thrones trilogy begins -Stephen King

TV 1a) Desus and Mero returns 1b) Game of Thrones final season 2) Veep final season 3) Lovecraft Country 4) Watchmen 5) Stranger Things 6) Good Omens 7) Devs 8) Fosse/Verdon

NEW: City on a Hill; Deadwood movie; Star Wars; Veronica Mars

MUSIC -Boston Callling -new: 1975, Bruce Springsteen

MOVIES: 1) Once Upon a Time in Hollywood 2) John Wick III 3) Us Toy Story IV 4) Fast and Furious: Hobbs and Shaw OTHER: Avengers; Captain Marvel; Glass; It 2; Joker; Lego Movie 2; Spiderman; Star Wars; Under the Silver Lake; Where’d You Go Bernadette; Zombieland 2