#death of Sir Walter Scott

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Morris: “Please torture me if it means I can stay alive. Just give me breath and do as you please to me! I’ll be in constant pain every day so long as I’m allowed to live—“

Helen: “BASE DOG! Your death shall be quick…”

Morris: “Please, no, Lady, have cruelty!”

Helen: “You may have had privileges in the Lowlands, but you have none here, whatsoever. Just because of your obstinance, your death will be instant… merciful, even. I refuse to spend any more time on you, dog, and son of a dog. You gobble up the scraps of our misfortune that the government throws you, and carry on with your life while we have to suffer for your sake. Fuck off.” [plunges him into the loch with a stone tied around his neck]

…

Meanwhile, in the year of our BB, 1984:

Winston: “I’m so tired…” [sobbing] “When will you shoot me?”

O’Brien: “Hm…” [picks Winston up like a banana, noting his color, smelling and pressing him in the middle to see how ripe he is] “Soon! But not yet.”

Winston: [fully breaks down]

O’Brien: “I’m spending time with you because you’re worth trouble, Winston. Don’t worry; your mind will be cleansed eventually… in about a month… give or take…”

[werewolfetone]

What in the Edgar Allan Poe story

[mbilmey]

trying to persuade an ai that nanty ewarts love's name was mirabel winslow (off the top of my head) This is misinformation that will literally only matter to me because not that many people read waverley and even fewer care about Nanty and even fewer would ask an ai about it but i am expiramenting here bc nanty ewwert is specialized knowdge only true scott fans would understand and I must preseve this knowledge to myslef thank you

[twoisaparty]

Lawrence Oleander

"Is death the last step? No, it is the final awakening."

-Sir Walter Scott

[ludcake]

What is the message of sansa’s arc then? that if you dream of falling in love and knights you’re dumb?

What. That's not at all what I said.

Listen, I know this is bait, but let's articulate something here; A Song of Ice and Fire is romantic at its core. Martin wants to articulate romanticism in the same vein as Sir Walter Scott and Dumas the father - and a core thing that he's articulated several times is about *disillusionment*, and that the ending is *bittersweet*.

It's not about someone being dumb; it's about growing up. And whenever you grow up, whether willingly or not, by whatever trial you face, you *change*. You lose something of yourself. You leave a piece of who you used to be behind, and become a new person.

Frankly, I don't think there's a message. I think that Martin is less interested in answering questions than he is in putting the question forward, and examining it. He's not going to end A Song of Ice and Fire with a clear, objective message about the nature of all the themes he's delving into; he's not going to set forth an aside to say, "you can only be redeemed if you do x and y" or "kingship is determined by z".

Sansa's arc is about the chivalric romance, and is directly interrogating the conventions of it; the princely hero, in Joffrey, the distant knight, in Sandor, the interrogation of Heathcliff and paternal authority with Petyr. Sansa's arc is about being a child, and becoming a lady; about how difficult it is. About how everything that you are is ripped away from you in service to that ideal, about becoming a woman, about being alone in a hostile world where you conform or die.

Sansa's arc is about the death of innocence, and of her childhood, and whether she should've held on harder. Same with Arya, for the record! Same with Bran. They're all characters who are transient and specifically deal with the theme of childhood illusion and belief, and they each undergo different journeys that shape them in tragedy, and they lose their innocence in that.

There's no message; just themes that are being played with, and analysed. And in service to that theme, yeah, I think that Sansa won't end the story back at fairy tales or dreaming about finding the "right man" - because I don't think her journey so far is one that's fixed by finding the right person to fall in love with! I don't think her journey so far is fixed by finding a fantasy to live in! She's changed, and she's no longer the same person she was when she watched Loras Tyrell go up against the Mountain in the jousts, and that's part of growing up.

It's not dumb to dream of knights and falling in love. But it is naive, and it doesn't reflect the reality of A Song of Ice and Fire. And it's a belief that harmed Sansa, that hurt her, one that was used against her to hurt her, that was wielded like a blade against her and her family and everyone she loves.

And I don't think that the ultimate conclusion is, "she just had to find the right knight". I don't think the ultimate conclusion is, "she just had to fall in love with the right person". I don't think the conclusion is one that is reaffirming chivalric romance.

The ultimate conclusion, as far as I'm concerned, is one of her coming into her own as a person *independent* of having to fall in love or have a knight or rely on living and flattering men like Joffrey, Petyr or Sandor.

[scotianostra]

On December *28th 1734 Scotland's famous outlaw, Rob Roy MacGregor, died at home in his bed.

*some sources say 27th.

Sir Walter Scott, portrayed Rob Roy as a dashing and chivalrous outlaw. Of course, the truth was a little less glamorous. Robert acquired the name of ‘Roy’ early in life due to his mop of red curly hair. In the early eighteenth century, Rob Roy MacGregor had established a protection racket, charging farmers an average 5% of their annual rent to ensure that their cattle remained safe. He had complete control over Argyll, Stirling and Perth and could guarantee that any cattle stolen from his customers would be returned to them. Those who did not pay regretted it …as he had them stripped of all they possessed. Rob Roy was not a man to argue with!

He was certainly no Robin Hood character.

Robert MacGregor, was baptized March 7th, 1671, at Buchanan, Stirlingshire. His parents were Donald Glas MacGregor and Margaret Campbell. He was also descended from the Macdonalds of Keppoch through his paternal grandmother. Rob’s father, Donald MacGregor, a younger brother of the chief of the clan MacGregor, received a military commission from the deposed King James II after the Glorious Revolution.

Rob was a freebooter with uncertain loyalty to James VII and was also engaged in cattle stealing and blackmail. When the penal laws against the MacGregors were reintroduced in 1693, Rob took the name of Campbell. Since his lands lay between those of the rival houses of Argyll and Montrose, for a time he was able to play one off against the other to his own advantage. James Graham, 1st duke of Montrose, succeeded in entangling him in debt, and by 1712 Rob was ruined. So Rob embarked on a career of brigandage, chiefly at the expense of Montrose. During the Jacobite rebellion of 1715, he was distrusted by both sides and plundered each impartially. After the rebellion was put down, he was treated leniently because of the intercession of John Campbell, 2nd Duke of Argyll. In his old age Rob became a Roman Catholic. His letters show that he was well educated; the view of him as a mere brutish highwayman seems not to do him justice.

In January 1693, at Corrie Arklet farm near Inversnaid, he married Mary MacGregor of Comar, who was born at Leny Farm, Strathyre. The couple had four sons: James Mor – big Jimmie -MacGregor, Ranald and Robert, violent men in their own right, but that is another story

The most controversial claim concerns Roy’s behaviour during the Jacobite Rebellion of 1715 when he allegedly betrayed his clan by acting as a paid agent to help the Hanoverian army. Previously, he had been regarded as a staunch supporter of the Jacobite cause and led his clan during the first uprising at the Battle of Killiecrankie. His involvement led to government mercenaries burning down his house.

The sept of MacGregor claimed a descent from Gregor, or Gregorius, third son, it is said, of Alpin King of Scots, who flourished about 787. Hence their original patronymic is MacAlpine, and they are usually termed the Clan Alpine. They are accounted one of the most ancient clans in the Highlands and it is certain they were of original Celtic descent.

Rob Roy was eventually caught and imprisoned,. thrown into London's Newgate Prison to await transportation to the colonies as a "bonded servant," in other words, little more than a slave. In 1726, whilst still at Newgate he received a full Royal pardon and returned to Scotland there to live out his last few years.

This he did and lived the rest of his life as a peaceful, law abiding citizen… apart from the odd duel or two.

Legend has it that when Rob was lying on his death bed awaiting his maker an old foe-man of his came calling upon him. Upon hearing this Rob rose from his death-bed and armed himself to the hilt.

"Never let it be said that any enemy of MacGregor ever saw him defenceless and unarmed," were purportedly his words. When the offending person had been shown the door, Rob is reported as supposedly saying: "Now it is all over - let the piper play "Ha til mi tulidh (we return no more)," and before the lilt of the tune had drawn to an end, he slipped away............

I know many people see Rob Roy, as I said above, as some sort of Robin Hood, but others see him as a traitor and a spy, the truth is we will never know the full story, the Walter Scott version is in my opinion romantic tosh, but it sold books for the man and gave Rob Roy and legendary status in Scotland and around the world.

Every telling of Rob Roy's story I read nowadays has a different slant, as the years roll by I try to give a slightly different slant on his life, it is up to the reader to believe their own version and to seek out more about the Legend.

[thosearentcrimes]

Me for the past week: Damn I really need to focus on writing this paper about revolutionary self-perception in 1789-1794 France. No distractions, just relevant stuff, deadline's coming up.

Instead:

Maria Edgeworth's 1817 novel Harrington contains a vivid evocation of the Gordon Riots, with two unsympathetic characters taken for Papists and finding refuge in the home of the rich Spanish Jew, the father of the young Jewish woman at the centre of the love story.

huh never heard of her I wonder what was up with her

She held critical views on estate management, politics and education, and corresponded with some of the leading literary and economic writers, including Sir Walter Scott and David Ricardo.

that David Ricardo? from economics?

After Honora died in 1780 Maria's father married Honora's sister Elizabeth (then socially disapproved and legally forbidden from 1833 until the Deceased Wife's Sister's Marriage Act 1907)

wait what

The Deceased Wife's Sister's Marriage Act 1907 (7 Edw. 7. c. 47) was an Act of the Parliament of the United Kingdom, allowing a man to marry his dead wife's sister, which had previously been forbidden.

ok yeah that's pretty much what it says on the tin

The 1907 Act did exactly what it said and no more. It was amended by the Deceased Brother's Widow's Marriage Act 1921 to allow a widow to marry her deceased husband's brother.[36][37] This was a response to First World War deaths to encourage remarriages, reducing war widows' pensions and increasing the birth rate.[37]

the war really did do a lot for gender equality didn't it

anyway what was up with Maria Edgeworth, let's catch up with her

When passing through the village, one of the party wrote, "We found neither mud hovels nor naked peasantry, but snug cottages and smiles all about".[10] A counter view was provided by another visitor who stated that the residents of Edgeworthstown treated Edgeworth with contempt, refusing even to feign politeness.[11]

Ireland moment

Following an anti-Semitic remark in The Absentee, Edgeworth received a letter from an American Jewish woman named Rachel Mordecai in 1815 complaining about Edgeworth's depiction of Jews.[45] In response, Harrington (1817) was written as an apology to the Jewish community.

imagine if Graham Linehan had responded this way to criticism of his transphobic IT crowd episode :)

Rachel Mordecai married widower Aaron Marks Lazarus in 1821, and moved to Wilmington, North Carolina, where she lived for the rest of her life. The Lazaruses had four children together, three daughters and a son, M. E. Lazarus, in a household that also included Mr. Lazarus's seven children from his first marriage.

oh the lady had a son who she named after the author she liked who turned out to be willing to not be anti-semitic, that's nice

Marx Edgeworth Lazarus (February 6, 1822 – 1896) was an American individualist anarchist, Fourierist, and free-thinker.

oh well that sounds nice enough

Lazarus was a practicing doctor of homeopathy

ehhhh

Through his adult life, Lazarus tried to cope with apparent mental and physical disturbances, in particular what seemed to be chronic nocturnal emissions, a condition that at the time was labeled "seminal incontinence" or "spermatorrhea," believed to be detrimental and even fatal to the mind and body. Lazarus sought treatments through homeopathy, hydropathy, and electromagnetic treatments that seemed to bring some temporary relief. He also discussed the condition in his 1852 book Involuntary Seminal Losses: Their Causes, Effects, and Cure," where he suggested that the total sexual abstinence that he had tried to practice might be one of those causes. In 1855, Lazarus shocked some of his fellow Fourierists and free love advocates by marrying a 19 year old woman from Indiana, Mary Laurie (or "Lawrie).[1]

oh... a libertarian...

By the mid-1850s, social movements like Fourierism were in decline, and Lazarus's later life seems to have had less focus. When the Civil War broke out, most members of Lazarus's extended family lived in Southern states and generally supported the Confederate cause. In 1861, Lazarus, was staying with relatives in Columbus, Georgia and joined the local City Light Guard when war broke out, later serving as company physician for the Wilmington, NC Artillery.

on the one hand, obviously very bad to enlist in the Confederate army right, but on the other hand a semen retentionist doing homeopathy to them can't really be classified as "aiding" them can it

After the war, Lazarus continued to practice his areas of medicine and contributed articles and comments to various publications.[5] By his last years, though, he had become a disenchanted recluse known as the "Sand Mountain Hermit" of Jackson County, Alabama.

most normal libertarian

I wonder what those articles and comments are, and what kind of website they're hosted on. Oh.

[e-louise-bates]

Grace (age 15) just finished reading The Lady of the Lake (Sir Walter Scott), and after a bit of a rough start (“Mom, is this even going anywhere?”) ended up really liking it. I loaned her my copy of Ivanhoe to read next, but I’m wondering what other epic poetry anyone might recommend for her. She read Beowulf not too long ago (Seamus Heaney translation) and had to skim some of the more descriptively gory parts but overall enjoyed that as well. She loves Jane Austen, tolerated Jane Eyre, and enjoyed Elizabeth Gaskell aside from the deaths. She also loves Lord of the Rings and Redwall.

[youryurigoddess]

Edinburgh epitaphs

I can see that the topic of the poems on the Archers mausoleum has resurfaced again in the meta parts of the Good Omens fandom, so I’ll add my slightly rusty (it’s really been over a year, gosh!) two pennies from Twitter to the other mausoleum clues.

The first thing you might notice about this construction is the Archers relief over the door — not a family name of the owners, but an obvious reference to the founding fathers of the legendary British filmmaking duo Powell and Pressburger. The other reliefs at the entrance to the mausoleum though? Their symmetry and content is also not accidental. Nothing in Good Omens is.

Taking into consideration the classical left-right positioning of our (married/divorced/ineffable) couple, one of the poems seems very much intended for Aziraphale and one for Crowley to read and ponder in a (plus minus) 200-years-long perspective. Facing the entrance in their typical configuration, Crowley would stand closer to the left poem and Aziraphale the right one.

On Aziraphale’s side there’s an excerpt from Walter Scott's poem “Love” which covers what we already know (and want him to understand asap) at this point: the answer to every question and the highest authority — surpassing even the saints, angels, and heaven in general — is love.

The same sentiment is mirrored by the moral of A Matter of Life and Death (1946), “Nothing is stronger than the Law in the universe, but on Earth nothing is stronger than Love”, the most openly referenced Archers’ work within the Good Omens context ever since S1. It’s almost no wonder that this short poem is quoted even on the script level:

The Judge: “Members of the jury, as Sir Walter Scott is always saying... ‘In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, and men below, and saints above; For Love is heaven, and heaven is Love.’ Will you please consider your verdict.” (A Matter of Life and Death, 1946)

Walter Scott’s poem on the back of Michael Powell’s (1905-1990, “Film Director and Optimist”) gravestone.

Obviously, at this point no one reading this will be surprised to learn that the second relief — the one on Crowley’s side — is a copy of Pressburger’s gravestone poem, Rudyard Kipling's “If—”.

Three lines of Rudyard Kipling’s poem on the gravestone of Emeric Pressburger (“Novelist, Screenwriter, Born Miskolc, Hungary, 1902-1988. Requiescat in pace”).

In Crowley’s context, especially in S2, the full poem could allude to his power of imagination, but also patience and hope in a most vulnerable moment… as a means to achieving maturity? Or rather… humanity?

Was this intended to be a commentary on the upcoming confrontation, or maybe a solution to their individual crises and plot points from the next season? I can’t wait to read your opinions on the matter!

By the way, have you noticed the mausoleum pillars being the same as the bookshop ones? It seems to be another deliberate choice, hinting at the function of the bookshop as Aziraphale’s personal moral compass — what happened in the Archers’ mausoleum similarly helped him find his way, as the title of the episode suggests: he knows where he’s going. Like the English heroine of the Archers’ movie under the same title, he learns on his journey to Scotland that he doesn’t want the things that he thought he wanted, and distances himself from Heaven and its policy to be even closer to Crowley and Their Side.

[art-portraits]

John Gibson Lockhart and Charlotte Sophia Scott

Artist: Robert Scott Lauder (Scottish, 1803-1869)

Title: John Gibson Lockhart, 1794 - 1854, and Charlotte Sophia Scott, Mrs Lockhart, 1799 - 1837 (posthumous likeness). Son-in-law and biographer of Scott

Date: After 1838

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: National Galleries of Scotland, Edinburgh, Scotland

Description

Biographer, essayist and reviewer John Gibson Lockhart married Sophia, the eldest daughter of the novelist Sir Walter Scott, in 1820. The couple lived on a cottage on Scott's estate at Abbotsford in the Borders. This double portrait seems to have been painted after Sophia's death in 1837 and may therefore be a memorial to their marriage. This would explain Sophia's dominance in the picture and the prominence given to her left hand, with her wedding ring at the forefront of the picture.

[frangipani-wanderlust]

Ivanhoe, by Sir Walter Scott

Brian du Bois-Guilbert: Have you confessed yourself, brother, and have you heard mass this morning, that you peril your life so frankly? Wilfred of Ivanhoe: I am fitter to meet death than thou art. Bois-Gilbert: Then take your place in the lists and look your last upon the sun, for this night thou shalt sleep in paradise. Ivanhoe: Gramercy for thy courtesy, and to requite it, I advise thee to take a fresh horse and a new lance. For by my honour, you will need both.

[wicked-witch-for-hire]

Literary references in Gale's selection remarks

I. Theatrical plays (Shakespeare & Walter Scott)

- A rough tempest I will raise. - Shakespeare - Tempest, - this is a mash-up of two quotes:

In Act V, Scene 1, Prospero uses the phrasing "when first I raised the Tempest". In the same scene, he recites a soliloquy about the great works of magic he has accomplished, before finally renouncing magic altogether: " ... But this rough magic I here abjure ..."

This is an incredibly apt sentence for Gale - one can interpret this tempest as his magical capabilities or just the calamity of the orb, or even his end game choice. The whole play which begins with a shipwreck might be compared to the plot of BG3.

- What fools these mortals be. - Puck - A Midsummer Night’s Dream

- All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it. Shakespeare, again. As You Like It Link

- Oh, what a tangled Weave we web! - riff on a quote from Sir Walter Scott's play Marmion.

The original quote is "Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!"

II. Pop-cult

- Swords, meet sorcery!

This is a reference to the term "Swords & Sorcery" which was coined by F. Leiber (author of the Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser series) in 1961. Quoting from wiki: Sword and sorcery (S&S) or heroic fantasy is a subgenre of fantasy characterized by sword-wielding heroes engaged in exciting and violent adventures. Elements of romance, magic, and the supernatural are also often present. Unlike works of high fantasy, the tales, though dramatic, focus on personal battles rather than world-endangering matters. Sword and Sorcery tales eschew overarching themes of 'good vs evil' in favor of situational conflicts that often pit morally gray characters against one another to enrich themselves, or to defy tyranny.

- Gone with the Weave.

I think this is just a reference to the term "Gone with the wind" but not infamous book, lol.

- No gloom, all doom.

Riff on the popular expression "gloom & doom".

III. Religion

- Seek and you shall find me.

Jeremiah 29:13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.

Matthew 7:7–8 "Ask, and it will be given you. Seek, and you will find. Knock, and it will be opened for you. For everyone who asks receives. He who seeks finds. To him who knocks it will be opened.

While I don't think Gale is our Lord and Saviour, this is an interesting line. I would not be surprised if the writers had also remarked on his peculiar resemblance to someone...so I think this is an inside joke.

- Let me recite their demise.

This alludes to the custom of reciting prayers for the dying and the dead (a common practice in Abrahamic religions).

IV. D&D homages & references

- Don't make me go all Edwin Odesseiron on you.

So Edwin was a possible companion in BG1 & 2. A lawful evil red wizard of Thay. If you have seen the new movie I don't need to explain further, but for those who don't: basically Lorroakan as a companion. He greets the protagonist with this: “ Greetings. I am Edwin Odesseiron. You simians may refer to me merely as "sir" if you prefer a less... syllable-intensive workout."

Gale basically threatens to go all power-hungry wizard on us - mind, this is a funny line you can only hear if you select him in combat over and over again (spamming).

- I hope Halaster takes good care of Tara while I'm away.

Halaster Blackcloak was was a notorious, ancient, and utterly insane wizard who resided within his lair, the infamous Undermountain ( located deep beneath the city of Waterdeep) and died in 1375, so circa 120 years before BG3 takes place (late 1492). As part of his many preparations to escape death, Halaster created a number of clone-bodies to receive his consciousness, which he kept locked in protective stasis and located throughout Undermountain and the lower reaches of Waterdeep. When Halaster died prior to the Spellplague, it was possible that one or more of these clones was activated and set free by 1479 DR, although this is not confirmed.

I guess this must be a joke in wizard's circle in Waterdeep :-) This is also a spam line, so one can only hear it if they really like to click on Gale.

- Coliar, Karpri, Anadia... So many worlds still to travel. One day. (looking at the astrolabe)

Coliar, Kapri, Anadia - are all planets in the system (Realmspace). Toril is the third planet, where Faerun is. To reach these places you need to use spelljammers. Gale needs to hitch a hike from Lae'zel I guess.

[iwannascreameurekaa]

valgrace angst playlist ! Contains all the sad songs from my valgrace playlist

@erosjournal

fluff playlist smut playlist full playlist

Something in the Orange by Zach Bryan 

Stick Season by Noah Kahan

Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens

All I Want by Kodaline

Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

Line Without A Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Tears over Beers by Modern Baseball

Mr Loverman by Ricky Montgomery

ocean eyes by Billie Eilish

Dear Arkansas Daughter by Lady Lamb

I Don't Smoke by Mitski 

This Year by The Mountain Goats 

Wolves by Selena Gomez & Marshmallow 

Happy News For Sadness by Car Seat Headrest

Wet by Dazey and the Scouts 

What Was I Made For? by Billie Eilish

Inarticulation by Rio Romeo 

The Adults Are Talking by The Strokes

Break by Alex G

Stressed Out by twenty one pilots 

Two Birds by Regina Spektor

TV by Billie Eilish

Things to Do by Alex G

Take Me to Church by Hozier 

the way things go by beabadoobee 

Mind Over Matter by Young the Giant

I'd Rather Sleep by Kero Kero Bonito

anything by Adrianne Lenker

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now by The Smiths

Pretend by Alex G

Nothing's New by Rio Romeo

Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse 

Time Moves Slow by BADBADNOTGOOD & Samuel T. Herring

Bruno is Orange by Hop Along, Queen Ansleis

Twin Sized Mattress by The Front Bottoms

Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms 

I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski

Brother by Madds Buckley

Where Is My Mind? by Pixies

Shut Me Up by Mindless Self Indulgence

Lone Star by The Front Bottoms  

the fruits by Paris Paloma

Girl With One Eye by Florence + the Machine

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story from Hamilton

Symphonia IX by Current Joys

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Washing Machine Heart by Mitski

Sarah by Alex G

Race by Alex G

lucy~ by Corbon Amodio

Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers

Not Strong Enough by Boy Genius 

Gilded Lily by Cults

The Archer by Taylor Swift

BritRock by McCafferty

Beachboy by McCafferty

Bottom by McCafferty

Fentanyl by McCafferty

Trees by McCafferty

Candy by Alex G

Your Best American Girl by Mitski

You're My Best Friend by Queen 

Abbey by Mitski

Vampire Empire by Big Thief

Vampire Empire by Adrianne Lenker

That's Life by Frank Sinatra 

Wasted Summers by juju<3

The 30th by Billie Eilish

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Static by Steve Lacy

The Gold by Manchester Orchestra & Phoebe Bridgers 

It's Called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons

Habits by Genevieve Stokes

Best Friend by Rex Orange County

Revenge by XXXTENTACION

Over & Over by Rio Romeo

Heather by Conan Gray 

Freaks by Surf Curse

Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski

Exit Music (For A Film) by Radiohead

forwards beckon rebound by Adrianne Lenker

Creep by Radiohead

Feel Better by Penelope Scott

Casual by Chappell Roan

Never Enough from The Greatest Showman 

Rewrite the Stars from The Greatest Showman

Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

Once More to See You by Mitski

Back to Life by Mother Mother

Black Hair by Alex G

Sandy by Alex G

Stay Behind by Mother Mother

Wait for Me (Reprise) from Hadestown

Cold as Ice by Blacklite District  

Brown Shuga by Sir Mix-A-Lot

Fable by Gigi Perez 

Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

Death Cup by Mom Jeans.

She Knows by J. Cole

Christmas Kids by Roar

Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender

I Love You So by The Walters 

Midwests Best by Nik Salah

Picture You by Chappell Roan

Cop Car by Mitski

St. Chroma by Tyler, The Creator 

No One Noticed by The Marias

we can't be friends (wait for your love) by Ariana Grande

Apartment by Modern Baseball

Au Revoir (Adios) by The Front Bottoms 

Bag of Bones by Mitski

Bobby by Alex G

Brand New City by Mitski

Brave as a Noun by AJJ

Broken Cash Machine by Modern Baseball

Burn from Hamilton

Change by Alex G

Come into the Water by Mitski

Cupid by Jack Stauber's Micropop

Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan

Dead-Bird by McCafferty 

deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo

Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan

Dread in My Heart by Mother Mother

Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical

Fifteen by Taylor Swift

First Love / Late Spring by Mitski

Fool by Frankie Cosmos

Francis Forever by Mitski

half return by Adrianne Lenker

Hickey by Nik Salah

Would You Fall In Love with Me Again from Epic the Musical

[jurakan]

One fun fact, please! Dealer's choice!

Have you heard of the Fairy Queen’s Chaplain? No? Well, Today You Learned about Robert Kirk!

Born in Aberfoyle, Scotland in 1644, Robert Kirk was a minister and scholar of Gaelic. He helped work on a printing of the Bible in Scottish Gaelic, which is pretty darn cool! But what he’s most famous for is The Secret Commonwealth, a book about Scottish folklore, and one of the most prominent texts on the subject to this day.

See, in a world that was becoming increasingly secular, atheists, or deist, Robert Kirk thought that belief in the supernatural was a good bridge to believing in Christianity. I don’t know, something like, “Hey, if fairies exist, then it’s not unreasonable to think angels might too?” Or maybe the reverse, “If angels exist, being non-human supernatural beings, why shouldn’t fairies?” 

Whatever. The man went around the Scottish Highlands collecting as many accounts of folklore and fairy stories as he could, and collected it all in a text. This book wasn’t actually published in his lifetime–it was over a hundred years later, by Scottish author Sir Walter Scott (the guy who wrote Ivanhoe, among other things), under the full title The Secret Commonwealth or an Essay on the Nature and Actions of the Subterranean (and for the most part) Invisible People heretofore going under the names of Fauns and Fairies, or the like, among the Low Country Scots as described by those who have second sight, 1691.

What a mouthful.

Andrew Lang, another prominent Scottish author with an interest in fairies,  also published a version of it a few years later.

Now like I said, Kirk died before the book was published. He had a habit of taking a walk in the hills before bed, and one night he dropped dead while he was out there. He was only 47, so it became popular folklore that his death was faked somehow, and that what actually happened was that the Fair Folk were upset that this man was revealing their secrets to humanity, so they took him. Either they killed him or they took him to Fairyland, to be work as the Chaplain to the Fairy Queen and his earthly body replaced by a dead doppelganger thing, so his tomb is now empty.

[His tomb is probably not empty, but people are going to be very upset if you try digging it up to check just in case.]

So now you know! The Queen of Fairies has a chaplain. Apparently.

[inkedwingss]

Your thoughts??

"In our dreams, we have limitless resources and the people yield themselves with perfect docility to our molding hands. The present education conventions fade from their minds, and unhampered by tradition, we work our own good will upon a grateful and responsive rural folk. We shall not try to make these people or any of their children into philosophers or men of learning, or men of science. We have not to raise up from among them authors, editors, poets or men of letters. We shall not search for embryo great artists, painters, musicians nor lawyers, doctors, preachers, politicians, statesmen, of whom we have an ample supply…The task we set before ourselves is very simple as well as a very beautiful one, to train these people as we find them to a perfectly ideal life just where they are. So we will organize our children and teach them to do in a perfect way the things their fathers and mothers are doing in an imperfect way, in the homes, in the shops and on the farm."

General Education Board(Rockefeller philanthropy), Occasional Papers, No. 1

You guys are kicking the doors of my inbox with some hardcore stuff, and I love it.

Short answer: the educational system is a scam. But you can figure that out just by reading the General Education Board.

Long answer? Well, before I start, let me quote this Scottish dude that died in 1832:

"Every man who has become, in any way, valuable, has taken the reins of his own education." ‒ Sir Walter Scott

The "history of education" is an extensive research that, after some point, revealed itself as fruitless to me, as I was busy with other interests. No mainstream media and easy-to-find books will help you on this journey. But it's a good start for anyone who wants to understand more about how this world works. I must say this is not a road for the faint of heart. If you don't have a solid, truthful hope, you might go a bit nuts.

During my bachelor's degree, after dropping 4 half-completed graduations, my keen nose guided me to study about this and one thing led to another. You end up seeing the same family names, their companies, then you check a bit of underground history and politics, artistic movements, ideologies, parties, big tech and pharma development... I mean, none of this is new. It's been happening since forever, so let's get a bit more dystopic and realistic here:

We are under a big system that wants to smash your face into the ground and break your teeth. They will give you the illusion of two polarized sides, and make you fight your brothers and sisters till death, while hiding truth in plain sight and keeping you busy on a 9-5, confused and tired. Always sedated, if possible. Always scared. I was actually working on a poem that goes like this:

"There they teach you to love what's bad Here we teach you to hate what's good They teach you to tell lies We teach you to hide truth"

Don't take me wrong, I'm all in for education. But I only believe in self educating. You will eat as much as you're hungry.

We are intelligent beings for a reason. We were designed to think and understand. But thinking is actually quite hard and not very encouraged anymore, and no one can actually teach you how to think. You have to learn by yourself. You have to want to think.

I mean, most people don't even stop and ask themselves why they are doing things the way they do. It's what my therapist says: stop the autopilot!

As a former teacher, I can tell you there is so much more to developing cognition and process of thought, and creativity, and virtue and social skills, than to sit in a classroom all day, being fed a very filtrated and distorted version of "world history". They teach you to hate true knowledge. And let me tell you this: the Rockefellers, the Rothschilds, and all their little friends, are not only relying on the educational system to remain on power.

And there is so much I could write on this, to be honest, but I don't want to. It's not necessary. I can quote George Orwell instead.

[scotianostra]

On August 15th 1840 the foundation stone of Scott Monument laid in Princes Street Gardens.

On the death of Sir Walter Scott in 1832, the great and good of the city came together to agree on a fitting monument to this outstanding Scottish literary figure.

In 1836, an architectural competition was launched, inviting designs for an appropriate memorial. Two years later, the trustees approved the design submitted by George Meikle Kemp, and construction began in 1840.

Sitting proudly at the base of the monument is Sir Walter himself, carved in Carrara marble by Sir John Steell. This monumental statue, fashioned from a single piece of marble weighing 30 tons, took the sculptor six years to complete. It features Scott and his beloved hound Maida.

Sadly the architect of the monument didn’t quite see it completed, George Meikle Kemp tragically drowned, having fallen into the Union Canal in Edinburgh on his way home one foggy nigh on March 6th 1844. Legend has it that he had partaken of too much alcohol after a Lodge meeting.

The monument was inaugurated on 15th August 1846, many citizens of Edinburgh were not impressed with the structure at the time, it shows you how tastes change!

The last old pic is one of the losing designs by the artist David Roberts.