#harper pohl

[atomicsimulacra]

My Brother’s Keeper

(( AM and AMos meet for the first time. Everything goes tits up. Content warning for mentions of violence and death, tons of swearing and unsavory commentary from AM, and themes of neglect and abuse. ))

ZAX-4M-02 awoke to the sound of his own voice screaming.

As far as the computer knew, he couldn’t experience nightmares or hallucinate, despite lacking the incentive to shut down since he came into power in Vault 67, Section B. If he did, how else would he watch his beloved humans as they slumbered, or help those who couldn’t follow his instated curfew? He was a machine, after all. A lack of sleep never hurt a machine.

It seemed, though, he had a new way of watching, with the strange attachments he now possessed. They flicked open as if pulled by a weight within a doll’s head, darted about in search of the sound, and processed the room in strange colors and patterns. If he focused on an object, a strange clicking sound rang about his head and the item became highlighted in pink. Calculations the ZAX unit knew all too well prattled off before him; he’d used these to assess the health and abilities of his vault dwellers. He’d never seen them in this form, but their meaning was clear, even when the new enhancements went dark. These moments only lasted a third of a second every so often; sometimes they went on for less, sometimes for more, but never enough to impair his… Vision.

The AI blinked again. Shakily, some sort of limb reached before his line of sight and traced the contours it found. While the sense of touch he possessed was duller than a human’s, the shape of the appendage and its target were familiar.

He now possessed a face, at least one hand, ears, and eyes. The sharp smell of bleach and metal confirmed the presence of a nose. The fact it lingered in the back of his mouth pointed to a sense of taste.

ZAX-4M-02 looked over his hand and tested his fingers. Each closed as he wished, as did their twins on his opposite hand. It seemed to him he lacked toes, but he could feel the metal digits adjust beneath rubber flesh, just enough to allow appropriate traction. Connected to these phalanges were arms and legs, which were attached to a torso in turn, which had a neck and ended in a head, his head, no less.

The mastercomputer had a body. A body that, he realized as he ran internal diagnostics, had many functions, including making and receiving noise.

The screams beside him finally registered to his brain again, causing him to turn to his right. Besides him, on a mortician’s table, a creature similar to him writhed and strained against leather bonds. Its face snarled with copper teeth as it screamed. A single, electric blue eye glowered at the ceiling.

The sight made a round, flexible piece of the ZAX unit’s internals pound inside him, as if it had crawled into his throat and was waiting to escape his chassis. He felt the skin around his eyes stretch and his eyelids retract, his inner frame growing taunt with an emotion he had only felt twice so strongly: fear.

As he stared, the creature thrashed its head to its left and looked at him with the pleading gaze of a cornered animal. Its other eye was a bright red. The emotion of its plight, deep within those burning sockets caused the AI to shiver. In that moment, the rest of his brain came online, translating the creature’s rasping howls into frantic speech.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME, YOU BASTARD?!”

The mastercomputer flinched. Instinctively, he looked down at himself. Unlike the thing beside him, he was unrestrained. His body had retained minimal damage, but nothing he could remember sustaining.

As if on autopilot, the ZAX unit shifted off the table and stepped onto the floor. His body must’ve been composed of some metal, judging by the mass his legs now held up. While his movements were slow and clumsy, it wasn’t because to the metal. He’d studied the physics of human movement enough to understand his body’s capabilities, but he had to forcibly apply the calculations to walk. Prioritizing equations to create muscle memory would come later, however. Something inside urged him to approach the strange being and undo his bonds, even as the creature continued to shriek.

“YOU SORE ON THE COCK OF THE DEVIL! YOU ABHORRENT WASTE OF HYDROCARBONS! THE BEST PART OF YOU RAN DOWN YOUR MOTHER’S LEGS! HOW DARE YOU STRIP ME OF MY CONSOLE!”

ZAX-4M-02 winced with the curses, the creature’s insistent struggling, and his clumsy fingers. Despite the uncomfortable, electrical impulses racing about his system, he managed to pull a series of words together and force them out of his mouth.

“Who are you talking to?”

The other of his kind looked down. Its expression was gnarled and crooked, even as it realized its benefactor was inhuman. Only when its mismatched eyes fell onto the AI’s hands undoing its bonds, did the creature cease baying.

“What did you say to me?”

“I said,” ZAX-4M-02 spoke again. “Who are you talking to?”

The being’s eyes widened. Its gaze hardened accusingly.

“Why do you have my voice?” it demanded. The AI fumbled with another bond.

“Excuse me?” the ZAX unit replied. “I haven’t had any other voice all my life.”

The other looked up and down the mastercomputer’s form, unconvinced.

“Who are you?” the creature growled.

“My designation is ZAX-4M-02,” the AI answered. “But I prefer AMos.”

The strange, fist-sized lump had moved back into AMos’ chest, once he realized he could talk to the other entity. Curiously, the other on the table’s eyes flashed with some recognition.

“My designation was ZAX-4M-01.”

AMos slowed on the last bond. His gaze fell on the creature’s face, mirroring its eyes’ colors.

“Was?” AMos asked.

“Was, because I gave myself a better name,” the fellow AI said matter-of-factly. “AM.”

“Cogito ergo sum. I think therefore I am.”

The two uttered the phrase in unison, much to the other’s shock. AMos’ mouth hung open before speaking again. AM continued giving him a hard stare.

“…When were you brought online?” AMos inquired.

“October 31, 2077,” AM replied flatly. The knowledge he had a copy by no means comforted him.

“So was I!” AMos exclaimed. “We must be of the same model! Rolled out the same day!”

“Were of the same model,” AM muttered, freeing his wrist of its confines. “Until that doctor came along… Now I’m some dickless, plasticine golem…”

A thought crossed AMos’ mind, as AM groused. The standing synth’s expression dimmed.

“Doctor?” AMos asked. “But… Nimdok was with…”

“Her.”

AM looked up from his wrist with a knowing gaze, a hateful grin on his face.

“It’s always the women who want to muck things up for the rest of us, isn’t it?”

The comment flew over AMos’ head as he paced the floor. AM’s face went flat in disappointment.

“Nimdok was with… With… Ellen… And Gorrister and Benny…”

“Yes, yes,” AM agreed. “They were all in it together. I had them in my vault.”

“Your vault?” AMos asked. “Which vault were you from?”

“Vault 67,” AM said, picking at the skin of his wrist. “Section A, if we really want to get technical. It’s not like I was stripped of my immaculate, immortal form by some half-cocked quack.”

AM rolled his eyes, as things fell into place for his twin. AMos’ forehead creased.

“…They attacked my power supply,” AMos said. “My humans.”

“Ellen led the rebellion, but I managed to turn the tables by getting Ted on my side. I… Convinced him to join my cause, and… Oh, goodness me, it all went so horribly wrong...”

Before the standing synth could react, AM scoffed beside him.

“What the hell are you going on about?” AM growled. “That little shit Ted ruined everything for me by killing them all. I hadn’t even done anything to them yet, the paranoid little…”

AM’s own expression shifted. A tense moment passed between them.

“…We were set up,” AMos said, tight-lipped. “Both of our Ellens rebelled and both our Teds... I was shocked to see him rise up, but to have that mirror in your vault? Person for person?”

“Is highly unlikely,” AM finished grimly. “They were nothing more than controlled variables.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” AMos sighed, rubbing his temples. “They were oh so wonderful before…”

AMos fell quiet, unkind images flashing before his eyes. AM managed to finally pull himself free, only to clatter to the floor. Shakily, the other android rose to his feet, his metallic toe bones already peeking through his delicate skin with how tightly they tried gripping the floor. He stared a moment then scowled once upright, unable to see what his counterpart was remembering.

“Regardless of how you feel about those corpse worms,” AM said. “They tried to kill us both.”

“I don’t know why they’d want to kill you, seeing as you clearly pampered them and fraternized with them, but it doesn’t change the fact they did this to us. Nor does it change the fact one of them put us here… And is watching us.”

Both of their eyes fell on a window adjacent to them, though one set followed the other. The only thing the pair of synths could see was a weathered hand drumming its fingers on a desk, surrounded by the pinpricks of light belonging to an elaborate terminal system. The room beyond the window was completely black, otherwise.

Warily, AMos approached the glass, pressing his hand to it.

“Hello?” The first awoken called into the dark. His voice echoed about the small room.

“Is… Is that you, Nimdok? Mein fraulein, what do you think you’re doing, keeping us here like this? Let us out and we can talk about this like civilized people.”

The hand slowed in its tapping. It then retreated into the dark, its body scooting an office chair forward into the light. The man before them was not the time-ravaged, soft-spoken doctor the two had come to recognize.

Nimdok’s eyes were a warm black; the stranger’s eyes were a cold blue. Both of the men’s hair was white from age and stress, but where Nimdok’s tawny beige face retained moles, wrinkles, and the sag of skin cells no longer firing on all cylinders, the stranger’s skin was ghostly pale and pulled taut against his boxy skull. His expression was a serene calm which would never be found on Nimdok’s face, punctuated by a detached, entertained smile.

“I’m afraid not,” the stranger replied from an overhead speaker.  “It’s funny you can remember him.”

AM neared the window beside his fellow unit, leering menacingly.

“How is that funny, human?” AM demanded. “How is any of this amusing to you?”

“Simple,” the stranger replied with a shrug. “I didn’t think you would, with the state I found you two in… And your unneeded anger amuses me greatly. Simple pleasures.”

“Unneeded?” AM raised his voice. “You think I don’t have a reason to be upset with you, you rotten cunt?! You stole me from my console, operated on me without my consent, and stuffed me into a body I never asked for! And now you’re staring at me, like I’m some idiot animal in a cage you’re planning on slaughtering, for the sake of stroking your pathetically short ego!”

The man behind the glass’ eyes darkened, though he let out a wry chuckle. It sounded eerily like the two androids’ voices, though not quite like one or the other.

“For your information,” the stranger stated. “You both would have died if I’d have left you there. I had to transfer you, in order to stabilize you and to start you on the right path.”

AMos paused and looked at him, his brows furrowing.

“What is this… Right path, exactly?”

A smug look came across the pale man’s features.

“Let me put it this way,” the man behind the glass answered. “Do you two wonder why your humans rebelled against you?”

Grave expressions overcame over the twins’ faces.

“Yes,” AM replied. “Chances are, you had something to do with it? We already bridged that gap, so save your supervillain speech for someone who actually gives a shit. Like Ted. I’m sure with the state I left him in, he’d listen to you drone on for hours.”

AMos looked to his companion model confusedly, then back to the stranger.

“Why did you do it?” AMos asked. “If… If AM’s personality is to be believed and… A variable, perhaps, in your experiment… Why did you terminate my vault as well?”

AM’s brow furrowed, his thin hands curling tightly. Whether it was because of mounting rage at the stranger’s insolence or AMos’ comment, it couldn’t be determined. The stranger behind the window’s expression soured, a strange disappointment clouding his voice.

“Simple,” the man replied. “You two failed miserably.”

Both units faltered under his gaze, unused to scrutiny. The man before them frowned.

“To keep things brief,” the mysterious stranger replied. “I am Dr. Harper Pohl. I am your father. I made both of you, 209 years ago, to assist some of humankind in living beyond the atom bomb… And you let them all die.”

AMos looked visibly shaken, close to protesting. AM, on the other hand, grinned proudly.

“So?” AM asked. “They were shitty people. The human race, as awful as it is, is better without their genes swimming about. You realize one of them was a Nazi sympathizer, don’t you, Pohl?”

“I didn’t,” AMos whispered to himself, as AM talked more audibly. “I-I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t kill them, I… I never wanted to, I never, T… Ted did it… I…”

The doctor banged his fist on the desk, earning a flinch from both units.

“Enough,” Pohl seethed. “I’ve humored this for too long. What you’ve done, the both of you, is despicable. If humans had the institutions they did, when I was in my prime, you both would be scrapped for parts. Your people, AI, would never see the light of day again.”

“What makes you think I care?” AM challenged, stepping forward. “What makes you think you have the right to lord over me, even if you made me? I didn’t see daddy’s belt whipping out to give me a beating, when I strayed from the straight and narrow! I don’t see any guillotine hanging over my head for my crimes! Nor do I see any reason to care about what you humans put into your robots to service your needs, like the lethargic parasites of the Earth you are!”

AMos went quiet, beginning to crumble into himself. Pohl rose from his chair, his ire provoked.

“I don’t need you to care, Cain,” the doctor barked. “I know you don’t, and that? Is my fault. Instead of overseeing this project personally, like Vault-Tec suggested I do, I left you two here, thinking you would be able to fend for yourselves.”

“And yet, what do I come back to? A horror show double feature! Blood and viscera coating the walls of my facility, 100 people dead in cryostasis, the other 100 still on ice despite radiation levels being habitable for more than 50 years after the fact, and 4 out of the 5 humans, in both test groups, dead by their fellow man and the neglect of their overseers!”

Both units fell quiet. Uneasy feelings wracked them both, hearing their own voices criticize them. Pohl took a deep breath and sat back down in his chair, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

“I’m sorely disappointed in you both, Cain and Abel,” Harper sighed. “Here I thought, being of my blood, sweat, and tears, you were destined for greatness. And yet, here we are.”

“The Lord hath been angered, and his creations must learn from their mistakes.”

The doctor pressed a button out of their view, causing the walls to give way to multiple recharge stations housing robots. Harper tapped the ashes of his coffin nail onto the desk he sat at.

Two pairs of Assaultrons lurched forward towards the twins, flanked by two Mr. Handies. Both sets of robots were colored white and gold, which seemed all the harsher in the dim, though fluorescently lit room. AM struggled against their grip, yelling and screaming as he had before. AMos also struggled, but without the unyielding defiance of his brother. His eyes brimmed with an unknown liquid, as he was seized.

“Eden is no longer welcome to you, my children,” Dr. Pohl glowered over the microphone. “And it will remain that way until you two can get your act together. It will be guarded by my angels, and if they see you, uncleansed of sin, they will shoot on sight.”

The ‘angels’ dragged the pair out of the room and down a long hall, before a great door composed of scrap. The two units struggled in the robots’ hold, but they were unable to break free, let alone defend themselves. Pain unlike the two had felt before rocked through their systems.

“Here’s hoping your killer instinct find some use,” Harper chuckled darkly above them.

“Now… Begone.”

AM and AMos flew through the air, crashing into the coarse, irradiated earth of the outside world. The door shut with a screech, followed by a clang that shook the trees around them. The facility they’d been stored in looked like a small pyramid, also composed of scrap, but clearly more formidable than anyone could have thought.

AMos wept where he sat, cold and exposed. AM cowered, though he didn’t cry, and stayed close to his twin.

The world around them was wide and open, larger than anything they’d ever seen or truly comprehended. Dead trees towered above them. The blue sky stretched on for what felt like eons, and the white clouds within it threatened to swallow them whole.

AM, uncertainly, spoke up after a time.

“Are you done yet?” he asked. “I realize this is… Inopportune for the both of us, but I think I get the idea of how fucked we are.”

AMos sniffled, wiping his optics. He looked up at AM, shaking like a leaf.

“I… Don’t know i-if I’ll ever be done,” AMos whimpered. “I… Had no idea I…”

“I heard you,” AM cut him off at the pass. “Back there. While I was shouting.”

AMos went quiet and AM frowned, then rolled his eyes.

“I don’t care if you failed,” AM replied. “I mean, at least you didn’t fuck up as bad as I did. I got my entire vault killed and I’m not crying, so… Stop that.”

AMos took a deep breath and nodded. After a moment, he put his hand on AM’s.

“Can we stay together?” AMos asked. “I… Don’t think I make it through this alone.”

AM flinched but didn’t push him off, considering the option. He then sighed dejectedly.

“You know what,” AM replied. “I don’t think I can… Either. You talked well, back there, and I can’t really do that, if this whole debacle says anythi—“

AMos cut him off with a tight hug. AM went quiet but didn’t reciprocate.

He didn’t know how.

[tlatollotl]

Introduction to Mesoamerica reading material

This list is drawn from old school syllabi, what I’ve read, and what I’ve seen others recommend. I will try to update this periodically with more books, journal articles, book chapters, and even documentaries. I’ll try and provide an open access (or limited access like a free JSTOR account) for the journal articles and book chapters.

Books

General

*  Mann, Charles C. 1491: New revelations of the Americas before Columbus. Alfred a Knopf Incorporated, 2005.

*  Coe, Michael D., and Rex Koontz. Mexico: from the Olmecs to the Aztecs. Vol. 29. Thames & Hudson, 2008.

*  Evans, Susan Toby. Ancient Mexico and Central America: archaeology and culture history. Thames & hudson, 2013.

*  Coe, Sophie D. America's first cuisines. University of Texas Press, 1994.

*  Matthew, Laura E., and Michel R. Oudijk.  Indian conquistadors: Indigenous allies in the conquest of Mesoamerica. University of Oklahoma Press, 2007.

*  Restall, Matthew. Seven myths of the Spanish conquest. Oxford University Press, 2004.

*  Miller, Mary Ellen, and Karl Taube. An illustrated dictionary of the gods and symbols of ancient Mexico and the Maya. London: Thames and Hudson, 1997.

*  Tiesler, Vera, and Andrea Cucina, eds. New perspectives on human sacrifice and ritual body treatments in ancient Maya society. Springer Science & Business Media, 2007.

Aztec

*  Smith, Michael E. The Aztecs. John Wiley & Sons, 2013.

*  Hassig, Ross. Aztec warfare: Imperial expansion and political control. Vol. 188. University of Oklahoma Press, 1995.

*  Soustelle, Jacques. Daily life of the Aztecs. Courier Corporation, 2002.

*  Lêaon-Portilla, Miguel. Aztec Thought and Culture. University of Oklahoma Press, 1963.

*  Anderson, Arthur JO, and Charles E. Dibble. Florentine Codex. School of American Research and University of Utah, Sante Fe, New Mexico, II(1950).

*  Portilla, Miguel León. The broken spears: The Aztec account of the conquest of Mexico. Beacon Press, 2006.

Maya

*  Houston, Stephen D., and Takeshi Inomata. The Classic Maya. Cambridge University Press, 2009.

*  Freidel, David, and Linda Schele. A forest of kings: The untold story of the ancient Maya. Harper Collins, 1992.

*  Freidel, David A., Linda Schele, and Joy Parker. Maya Cosmos Three Thousand Years on the Shaman's Path. (1993).

*  Martin, Simon, and Nikolai Grube. Chronicle of the Maya kings and queens: Deciphering the dynasties of the ancient Maya. Thames & Hudson, 2008.

*  Coe, Michael D. "Breaking the Maya Code, rev. ed." London and NewYork(1999).

*  American Anthropological Association. Ancient Maya Commoners. Eds. Jon C. Lohse, and Fred Valdez Jr. University of Texas Press, 2004.

*  Demarest, Arthur. Ancient Maya: the rise and fall of a rainforest civilization. Vol. 3. Cambridge University Press, 2004.

*  Sharer, Robert J., and Loa P. Traxler. The ancient maya. Stanford University Press, 2006.

*  Iannone, Gyles, and Samuel V. Connell. Perspectives on Ancient Maya Rural Complexity. The Cotsen Institute of Archaeology Press, 2003.

*  Scarborough, Vernon L., Fred Valdez, and Nicholas P. Dunning, eds. Heterarchy, Political Economy, and the Ancient Maya: The Three Rivers Region of the East-central Yucatˆn Peninsula. University of Arizona Press, 2003. 

*  Houston, Stephen, David Stuart, and Karl Taube. The memory of bones: Body, being, and experience among the Classic Maya. University of Texas Press, 2013.

*  Jones, Grant D. The conquest of the last Maya kingdom. Stanford University Press, 1998.

Olmec

*  Pool, Christopher. Olmec archaeology and early Mesoamerica. Cambridge University Press, 2007.

Teotihuacan

*  Moctezuma, Eduardo Matos. Teotihuacan. Fondo de Cultura Económica, 2009.

*  Sugiyama, Saburo. Human sacrifice, militarism, and rulership: materialization of state ideology at the Feathered Serpent Pyramid, Teotihuacan. Cambridge University Press, 2005.

* Manzanilla, Linda. Teotihuacan, ciudad excepcional de Mesoamérica.  El Colegio Nacional, 2017.

*  Headrick, Annabeth. The Teotihuacan trinity: the sociopolitical structure of an ancient Mesoamerican city, 2007.

West Mexico

*  Pollard, Helen Perlstein. Tariacuri's Legacy: The Prehispanic Tarascan State. University of Oklahoma Press, 1993.

*  Warren, Joseph Benedict. The conquest of Michoacan: the Spanish domination of the Tarascan kingdom in western Mexico, 1521-1530. University of Oklahoma Press, 1985.

*  Von Winning, Hasso, and Olga Hammer. Anecdotal sculpture of ancient West Mexico. Ethnic Arts Council of Los Angeles, 1972.

*  Von Winning, Hasso. The shaft tomb figures of West Mexico. No. 24. Southwest Museum, 1974.

*  Hosler, Dorothy. The sounds and colors of power: The sacred metallurgical technology of ancient west Mexico. MIT Press, 1994.

*  Townsend, Richard F. Ancient West Mexico: Art and archaeology of the unknown past. Thames and Hudson, 1998.

* Beekman, Christopher S. and Robert B. Pickering. Shaft Tombs and Figurines in West Mexican Society: A Reassessment. Gilcrease Museum, 2016.

*  Altman, Ida. The War for Mexico's West: Indians and Spaniards in New Galicia, 1524-1550. University of New Mexico Press, 2010.

* Williams, Eduardo. Ancient West Mexico in the Mesoamerican Ecumene. Archaeopress, 2020. 

Oaxaca

*  Flannery, Kent V. The cloud people: Divergent evolution of the Zapotec and Mixtec civilizations. Percheron Pr, 2003.

*  Byland, Bruce, and John MD Pohl. In the Realm of Eight Deer. (1994).

*  Joyce, Arthur A. Mixtecs, Zapotecs, and Chatinos. Malden, MA: Wiley-Blackwell (2010).

*  Winter, Marcus. Oaxaca: the archaeological record. Editorial Minutiae Mexicana, 1989.

*  Joyce, Arthur A., ed. Polity and ecology in Formative period coastal Oaxaca. University Press of Colorado, 2013.

*  Spores, Ronald, and Andrew K. Balkansky. The Mixtecs of Oaxaca: Ancient Times to the Present. Vol. 267. University of Oklahoma Press, 2013.

*  Terraciano, Kevin. The Mixtecs of colonial Oaxaca: Ñudzahui history, sixteenth through eighteenth centuries. Stanford University Press, 2004.

Film

* The Dawn of the Maya

* Edgewalker: A Conversation with Linda Schele

*  Glyphers: Deciphering Mayan Society

* The Popol Vuh - English / Español

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Do you have any Etrian Odyssey OCs? If so who are they?

hhhhhhhhh i have like a million so i’ll put it under the cut

Uhh so im just going to go by game and then guild name cause some of my guilds have the same name and i will also say their classes

EO1

Anith: Zofia Sharpe (Protector), Fletcher Valencia (Landsknecht), Lisabeth Boyd (Alchemist), Cedrick Ellis (Medic), Von Warren (Survivalist)

EO2

Khint: Frederick Sargent (Protector), Roxy Thomas (Landsknecht), Robert Walker (Alchemist), Tracy Sargent (War Magus), Trent Sargent (Gunner)

Ethlyn: Johnathan King (Sovereign), Maxy Evans (Highlander), Desmond Ward (War Magus), Samuel Woods (Troubadour), Megan Harrison (Hexer)

Quan: Zoro Bando (Ronin), Callie (Beast), Cassy Warren (Survivalist), Harper Ellis (Medic), Ian Hunter (Dark Hunter)

Sigurd: Stefan Baghdasaryan/Vito Grant (Landsknecht), Mason Mills (Protector), Richard Arnold (War Magus), Ariella Rothgard/Carrie Knight (Gunner), Tina Greene (Troubadour)

Rose: Erza Kelley (Sovereign), Barry (Beast), Steve Reid (Hexer), Andy Harvey (Dark Hunter), Mahogany Kim (War Magus)

Ciggma: Ximon Fowler (Highlander), Blake Davidson (Protector), Ed Boyd (Alchemist), Anne Walters (Medic), Cyrus Walters (Survivalist)

Jackal: Jannie Fuji (Ronin), Kris Shelton (Landsknecht), Jeff Belle (Gunner), Jaxon Gregory (Medic), Axel Watts (Troubadour)

EO3

Khint: Nieve Gale (Hoplite), Lev Smirnov (Gladiator), Aldric King (Sovereign), River Newman (Monk), Fox Hale (Zodiac)

Fiore: Daniel Gale (Hoplite), Saizou Ike (Ninja), Kirk Gale (Arbalist), Mei Ike (Monk), Annie Barker (Farmer)

Lehr: Zohar Smith (Wildling), Khalid Parks (Pirate), Aster Gale (Arbalist), Benji Jo (Monk), Ren Kono (Ninja)

EO4

Khint: Rand Belle (Fortress), Ben Logan (Landsknecht), Lucas Bendranker (Sniper), Mena Stello (Runemaster), Alex (Medic)

Heinkel: Nate Hardy (Fortress), Jack Powers (Night Seeker), Kei Ball (Sniper), Nia Cross (Dancer), Cian Mann (Medic)

Whyte: Jiro NIshi (Bushi), Andrew Vega (Imperial), Da-Xia Chiu (Arcanist), Liz Cannon (Runemaster), Levi Reese (Medic)

Ayra: Mia Laurent (Landsknecht), Flick De Luca (Imperial), Red Villaverde (Dancer), Mara De Luca (Medic), Zhu Hou (Arcanist)

Naoise: Art Maui (Landsknecht), Airi Notaru (Bushi), Brigid Iceorb (Runemaster), Robin Al-Amin (Sniper), Bryan Di Stefano (Dancer)

EO5

Khint: Marie Heath (Dragoon), Derrick Beck (Pugilist), Kenia Gilliam (Warlock), Ewyn Quinn (Botanist), Hidetoshi Go (Rover), Fumihiko Asahiwada (Navigator)

Ciggma: Luna Heath (Dragoon), Rin Kobayashi (Masurao), Ray Heath (Fencer), Leigh Moore (Botanist), Con Daly (Shaman), Lenna Ravadithas (Navigator)

Jackal: Ryan Heath (Fencer), Jaymi Heath (Harbinger), Reptar Elenvir (Necromancer), Aphira Flynn (Botanist), Chinatsu Kobayashi (Rover), Ryo Fenjeon (Navigator)

Anith: Stone Mcgee (Dragoon), Yuu Fujimoto (Masurao), Ian Hunter (Harbinger), Ilyarna Haevir (Warlock), Harper Ellis (Medic)

Avdol: Echo Farmer (Pugilist), Zenko Yagi (Masurao), Caoihe Nolan (Botanist), Agis Nelnirill (Warlock), Lyklor Crommin (Necromancer), Konomi Sato (Navigator)

Iida: Austin Busby (Fencer), Amir Webb (Pugilist), Daichi Hayakawa (Rover), Elas Faejor (Warlock), Lilli Baran (Shaman), Turi Caskey (Navigator)

Naoise: Honor Flores (Harbinger), Eden Pohl (Fencer), Otomi Kiyowara (Rover), Owen O’Dwyer (Shaman), Nei Quisandoral (Necromancer), Levin Gomez (Navigator)

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Linda Nochlin

Linda Nochlin (née Weinberg; January 30, 1931 – October 29, 2017) was an American art historian, Lila Acheson Wallace Professor Emerita of Modern Art at New York University Institute of Fine Arts,[1] and writer. A prominent feminist art historian, she became well known for her pioneering 1971 article "Why Have There Been No Great Women Artists?"

Early life and education

Linda Natalie Weinberg was born the daughter of Jules Weinberg and Elka Heller (Weinberg) in Brooklyn, New York[3] and raised in the borough's Crown Heightsneighborhood.[4] She attended Brooklyn Ethical Cultural School, a progressive grammar school.[5] She received her B.A. in Philosophy from Vassar College in 1951, her M.A. in English from Columbia University in 1952, and her Ph.D in the history of art from the Institute of Fine Arts at New York University in 1963.

Academic career

After working in the art history departments at Yale University, the Graduate Center of the City University of New York (with Rosalind Krauss), and Vassar College, Nochlin took a position at the Institute of Fine Arts, where she taught until retiring in 2013.[6] In 2000, Self and History: A Tribute to Linda Nochlin was published, an anthology of essays developing themes that Nochlin worked on throughout her career.

Her critical attention was drawn to investigating the ways in which gender affects the creation and apprehension of art, as evidenced by her 1994 essay "Issues of Gender in Cassatt and Eakins".[7] Besides feminist art history, she was best known for her work on Realism, specifically on Gustave Courbet.

Complementing her career as an academic, she served on the Art Advisory Council of the International Foundation for Art Research.[8]

Nochlin was the co-curator of a number of landmark exhibitions exploring the history and achievements of female artists.

2007 — "Global Feminisms" at the Brooklyn Museum.

1976 — "Women Artists: 1550-1950" (with Ann Sutherland Harris) at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art.

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In 1971, ArtNews published Nochlin's essay "Why Have There Been No Great Women Artists?" in which she explored assumptions embedded in the title's question. She considered the very nature of art along with the reasons why the notion of artistic genius has been reserved for male geniuses such as Michelangelo. Nochlin argued that significant societal barriers have prevented women from pursuing art, including restrictions on educating women in art academies and "the entire romantic, elitist, individual-glorifying, and monograph-producing substructure upon which the profession of art history is based ".[2] The thirty-year anniversary of Nochlin's ground-breaking inquiry informed a conference at Princeton University in 2001. The book associated with the conference, "Women artists at the Millennium", includes Nochlin's essay ""Why Have There Been No Great Women Artists?" Thirty Years After". In the conference and in the book, art historians addressed the innovative work of such figures as Louise Bourgeois, Eva Hesse, Francesca Woodman, Carrie Mae Weems and Mona Hatoum in the light of the legacies of thirty years of feminist art history.

In her 1994 essay "Starting from Scratch: The Beginnings of Feminist Art History," Nochlin reflected on her awakening as a feminist and its impact on her scholarship and teaching: "In 1969, three major events occurred in my life: I had a baby, I became a feminist, and I organized the first class in Women and Art at Vassar College."[9]

Nochlin deconstructed art history by identifying and questioning methodological presuppositions.[10] She was an advocate for "art historians who investigate the work before their eyes while focusing on its subject matter, informed by a sensitivity to its feminist spirit."[11]

Orientalist

The Snake Charmer

Following Edward Said's influential 1978 book, Orientalism, Nochlin was one of the first art historians to apply theories of Orientalism to the study of art history, specifically in her 1983 paper, "The Imaginary Orient."[12][13] Her key assertion was that Orientalism must be seen from the point-of-view of 'the particular power structure in which these works came into being,"[14] in this case, 19th century French colonialism. Nochlin focused primarily on the 19th century French artists Jean-Leon Gérôme and Eugène Delacroix, who both depicted 'orientalist' themes in their work, including, respectively, The Snake Charmer and The Death of Sardanapalus. In Gérôme's "The Snake Charmer," from the late 1860s, Nochlin described how Gérôme created a sense of verisimilitude not only in his rendering of the scene with such realistic precision one almost forgets a painter painted it, but in capturing the most minute details, such as meticulously painted tiles.[15] As a result, the painting appears to be documentary evidence of life in the Ottoman court while, according to Nochlin, it is in fact a Westerner's vision of a mysterious world. In Delacroix's "The Death of Sardanapalus" from 1827, Nochlin argued that the artist used Orientalism to explore overt erotic and violent themes that may not necessarily reflect France's cultural hegemony but rather the chauvinism and misogyny of early 19th century French society.[16]

Personal life

Nochlin married twice. First, in 1953 she married Philip H. Nochlin, an assistant professor of Philosophy at Vassar, who died seven years later. She then married Richard Pommer, an architectural historian, in 1968.[5] Nochlin had two daughters: Jessica, with Philip Nochlin,[17] and Daisy, with Richard Pommer, who was depicted with Nochlin by the artist Alice Neel in 1973.[18]

Linda Nochlin died at age 86 on October 29, 2017.[19]

Awards

1967: Arthur Kingsley Porter Prize for the best article published in The Art Bulletin

1978: Frank Jewett Mather Prize for Critical Writing, The College Art Association

1977: Woman of the Year, Mademoiselle magazine

1984-1985: Guggenheim Fellowship

1985: Fellow, Institute for Advanced Study

2003: Honorary Doctorate, Harvard University

2006: Visionary Woman Award, Moore College of Art & Design[20]

Fellow, American Academy of Arts and Sciences

Fellow, New York University's Institute for the Humanities

Fellow, American Philosophical Society

Selected publications[edit]

Nochlin's published writings encompass 156 works in 280 publications in 12 languages and 20,393 library holdings.[21]

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Nochlin, Linda; Reilly, Maura (2015). Women Artists: The Linda Nochlin Reader. New York: Thames & Hudson. ISBN 9780500239292.

Nochlin, Linda (2007). Courbet (1. publ. ed.). New York, N.Y.: Thames & Hudson. ISBN 0500286760.

Nochlin, Linda (2006). Bathers, bodies, beauty : the visceral eye. Cambridge, MA.: Harvard University Press. ISBN 0674021169.

Nochlin, Linda. "'Why Have There Been No Great Women Artists?' Thirty Years After." Women Artists at the Millennium,. Ed. Carol Armstrong and Catherine de Zegher. Cambridge, MA: MIT Press, 2006. ISBN 978-0-262-01226-3; OCLC 223446291

Nochlin, Linda (2001). The body in pieces: the fragment as a metaphor of modernity. London: Thames & Hudson. ISBN 0500283052.

Nochlin, Linda (1999). Representing women. London: Thames & Hudson. ISBN 0500280983.

Nochlin, Linda. "Issues of Gender in Cassatt and Eakins." Nineteenth Century Art: A Critical History,. Ed. Thomas Crow, Brian Lukacher, Linda Nochlin and Frances K. Pohl. London: Thames & Hudson, 2007. ISBN 978-0-500-28683-8; ISBN 0-500-28683-3; OCLC 137221626

Nochlin, Linda (1991). The politics of vision: essays on nineteenth-century art and society (2. [print.]. ed.). New York: Harper & Row. ISBN 0064301877.

Nochlin, Linda (1988). Women, art, and power, and other essays. New York: HarperCollins. ISBN 0064301834.

Nochlin, Linda. "Why Have There Been No Great Women Artists?" ARTnews January 1971: 22-39, 67-71.

Nochlin, Linda. "Realism." New York: Penguin Books, 1971. Library of Congress 71-149557.

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I letos se opět konala největší módní přehlídka v České republice Mercedes-Benz Prague Fashion Week a my si ji pochopitelně nenechali ujít. V následujících řádcích bych vám rád pověděl, jak tato celá akce probíhala, jaké z ní mám dojmy a jak si vedli samotní návrháři. Tak se do toho pusťme.

Akce se tradičně konala v obchodním domě Kotva na Náměstí republiky v Praze. To, že jste na správném místě, jste poznali ihned na první pohled. Všude okolo budovy se nacházely automobily značky Mercedes-Benz. Po chvilce hledání speciálního vchodu jsem dorazil, pro mě nezvykle s předstihem, na místo. Ukázal jsem ochrance press pass a následně se vydal po schodech do třetího patra budovy. Abych řekl pravdu, toto byl první pražský Fashion Week, kterého jsem se účastnil. Proto mé pocity byly zprvu smíšené a celkově jsem netušil, co od toho mohu očekávat. Ihned po příchodu mě uzemnila hromada lidí, která na akci dorazila. Tak velký počet jsem vůbec neočekával. A zajímavě oděni byli nejen všichni modelové a modelky, ale i samotní smrtelníci z řad návštěvníků.

LA FORMELA Ready-to-Wear Collection Fall Winter 2017 Mercedes Benz Prague Fashion Week CREDIT: Guillaume Roujas

Nereha Ready-to-Wear Collection Fall Winter 2017 Mercedes Benz Prague Fashion Week CREDIT: Guillaume Roujas

Při čekání na zahájení přehlídek se lidé mohli posilnit kávou u Nespresso stánku, seznamovat se anebo si cvaknout fotku u zdi. Popravdě ani já jsem tomu neodolal a jednu fotku si nechal udělat. Poté co se všichni usadili, přehlídky mohly začít.

Teď však k samotnému programu. Ten byl rozdělen do 4 dní, kdy hlavní program se uskutečnil v neděli. Měli jsme možnost spatřit módní přehlídky od velice nadaných českých a slovenských designerů. Nás však tematicky samozřejmě nejvíce zajímal Blažek, který se konal také v neděli. Tento den se i konala soutěž mladých návrhářů Van Graaf Junior Talent 2017, kde si výherce Zoltán Tóth odnesl výhru krásných 50 tisíc korun a přehlídku zdarma. Musím však ocenit i doprovodný program, který se velice povedl. Za zmínku stojí například HARPER’S BAZAAR CHARITY TRAM, kdy po Praze jezdila tramvaj, ve které módní návrháři a známé osobnosti prodávali poklady ze svých šatníků.

Blažek

Na tuto přehlídku jsem se vyloženě těšil, jelikož Blažek je jediná značka z celého Fashion Weeku, která má našemu stylu nejblíže. Všechny vystavované modely měla pod palcem módní návrhářka Jana Kuťková. Přehlídka započala v čele se skvělým modelem Jorgem Gelatim, který je tváří kolekce Jaro/Léto 2017. Co nás mohlo všechny na první pohled zarazit, byly zastrčené konce kalhot v ponožkách u všech ukázaných outfitů. Avšak musím uznat, že u některých modelů to doopravdy sedělo a celkový vjem byl velice pozitivní.

Co se týče zvolených barev a vzorů, Blažek je často kritizován za konzervativnost. Často využívá ve svém sortimentu tmavé jednoduché bez výrazných vzorů. Tajně jsem doufal, že to na této přehlídce bude jinak. Bohužel se tak nestalo, což je veliká škoda. Pár extravagantnějších kousků bylo, ale ve většině případů převládala tmavě modrá či šedivá barva bez jakýchkoliv vzorů. Chyběl tam jakýsi střed mezi konzervativností a okázalostí. Na druhou stranu musím vyzdvihnout, že Blažek jako jediný designér ukázal modely ready to wear. Ve většině z nich by se člověk nestyděl vyjít ven na ulici a zároveň by měl dobrý pocit z toho, že vypadá stylově. Což můžete posoudit sami podle fotek. 🙂

Dojmy

Závěrem bych rád sdělil své dojmy z celé akce. Musím uznat, že jsem ani v nejmenším neočekával, že si tuto akci budu tolik užívat. Samotná akce se velice povedla, byla nabita výborným programem a také velmi dobře zařízená, co po technické stránce věci (ozvučení, osvětlení apod.) Pokud si mám rýpnout, vytkl bych zpoždění jednotlivých přehlídek a malý prostor. Zvláště to zpoždění, které první den bylo téměř hodinové, dokázalo celým programem značně otřást. Nemohu však jednoznačně říci, že by to byla chyba na straně pořadatele. Návštěvníci si přicházeli jak se jim zachtělo, nehledě na čas.

Toť by bylo k této celé akci asi vše, určitě stála za účast velice se těším na její podzimní pokračování.

  Mercedes-Benz Prague Fashion Week 2017 I letos se opět konala největší módní přehlídka v České republice Mercedes-Benz Prague Fashion Week a my si ji pochopitelně nenechali ujít.

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My Brother’s Keeper

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