#hilltowns

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[dabiconcordia]

Consolation

How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets, fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard and all the sudden hand gestures of my compatriots.

There are no abbeys here, no crumbling frescoes or famous domes and there is no need to memorize a succession of kings or tour the dripping corners of a dungeon. No need to stand around a sarcophagus, see Napoleon's little bed on Elba, or view the bones of a saint under glass.

How much better to command the simple precinct of home than be dwarfed by pillar, arch, and basilica. Why hide my head in phrase books and wrinkled maps? Why feed scenery into a hungry, one-eyes camera eager to eat the world one monument at a time?

Instead of slouching in a café ignorant of the word for ice, I will head down to the coffee shop and the waitress known as Dot. I will slide into the flow of the morning paper, all language barriers down, rivers of idiom running freely, eggs over easy on the way.

And after breakfast, I will not have to find someone willing to photograph me with my arm around the owner. I will not puzzle over the bill or record in a journal what I had to eat and how the sun came in the window. It is enough to climb back into the car

as if it were the great car of English itself and sounding my loud vernacular horn, speed off down a road that will never lead to Rome, not even Bologna. By Billy Collins

[kate-likes-this]

James McAvoy on the set of California Schemin' Dundee, Hilltown, Scotland (Nov 4, 2024) Photos by: Steve Brown, DC Thomson

Related: james mcavoy, jm ps, jm onset, jm gif, jm voice

[calabria-mediterranea]

Civita, Calabria, Italy

Civita is hilltown town in Calabria in the heart of the Pollino National park, in Southern Italy's Calabria.

In Civita, Calabria, the history centers on an Albanian community fleeing from the Turks. While a precise arrival date is not known, the first Albanian explorers most likely came to the area in the 1470s. The “new” arrivals brought their language and culture with them, settling throughout the Pollino Mountains.

In keeping with Civita’s history, the local religion and village architecture reflect Arbëreshe culture. Just off the main piazza stands the Italian-Albanian Mother Church dedicated to Santa Maria Assunta. Its parishioners follow the Byzantine rite as part of the Eparchy of Lungro, an Italo-Albanian diocese in Calabria, subject to the Holy See. The Baroque structure features many elements of the Byzantine church, such as the beautiful iconostasis in walnut and olivewood, numerous icons and frescos.

Civita maintains its original layout, with neighborhoods of old two-story stone houses with large fireplaces situated along narrow lanes. Interestingly, the facades of several homes resemble faces, with a long chimney for the nose and windows for eyes.

The chimney stacks are another characteristic of the village, each unique design giving that personal touch to the habitation.

This village of fewer than 1,000 also boasts the dramatic natural setting of northern Calabria’s Pollino Mountains, part of Italy’s largest national park. One of Civita’s highlights is the Gole del Raganello, a deep canyon carved by the Raganello River, which flows to the Ionian Sea. From Civita’s enviable position of 450 meters (1,480 feet), views of the expansive river valley extend all the way to the sea!

From the oldtown, you can hike down the side of the canyon or take a jeep to the Ponte del Diavolo. This Devil’s Bridge has the familiar tale of having been constructed by the devil in exchange for the life of the first soul who crosses it. Being cleverer than the diavolo himself, the local landowner who made the pact with the devil tricked him by sending a sheep, instead of a person, over the new structure.

Photos by Un Trolley per Due and Calabria: The Other Italy

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[lilydalexf]

👽 X-Files Casefile Fic Recs, Part 4

Here are a bunch of very good X-Files fics featuring a casefile. Not enough? Check out all the recs in part 1, part 2, and part 3. Enjoy! Backlash by Joann Humby Mulder and Scully are still on the run but time's running out. Birdsong by @chekcough The plot of Silence of the Lambs, with Dana Scully replacing Clarice Starling, and a younger Agent Mulder, working in the B.S.U, assigned to help her. It is not at all necessary to have seen/read either 'The Silence of the Lambs' or 'The X-Files' to enjoy this. Dominion by aka "Jake" "So what's in New Orleans, Mulder?" His slanting smile widened into an all-out, cat-who-ate-the-canary grin, producing a seldom seen dimple in his unshaved cheek. "The third in a series of decapitations, Scully. Ritualistic overtones." He waggled his eyebrows. "The heads are still missing." Doorway to the Gods by @wtfmulder Mulder and Scully travel to Arizona to investigate the ‘Doorway to the Gods,’ a rock formation that is said to give wanderers access to a parallel universe. Hallowed by OnlyTheInevitable (@gaycrouton) In order to get a dangerous, misogynistic cult shut down, Mulder and Scully have to go undercover as a married couple to destroy it from the inside. When they get a little too involved, how will they manage to come out alive? Malevolence by aka "Jake" When ex-ISU Chief Bill Patterson is found dead in his prison cell with his face slashed and his eyes cut out, Mulder and Scully pick up the hunt where they left off five years earlier. Still convinced the killer is not a man but an evil spirit, Mulder pursues his own investigative methods, bringing him to the brink of insanity for a second time. Meanwhile, Scully is desperate to solve the case before she loses Mulder to his demons forever. Mezzo Luna by msk "Eleven assaults or acts of vandalism in a quiet Italian-American neighborhood and none of the assailants is less than middle-aged. It's a definite anomaly, Scully. Decent, law-abiding people who erupted in violence and can't explain why. It doesn't make sense." Midori No Me by FridaysAt9 When several couples go missing from a 55+ community in Florida, Mulder and Scully are once again assigned as an undercover married couple tasked with solving the case. Mulder can’t wait to play house as a retiree, but because of the nature of their relationship at its current state, Scully isn’t so sure. Set post Plus One. Reflections of the Unknown by Sophos Scully and Mulder investigate serial killers in New Orleans, and reflect upon their feelings for each other. / Mulder and Scully are brought in to investigate a series of suicides in a Boston home, while dealing with the visibility of their emotions for one another. She Walks at Night by fragilevixen (@fragilevixenfic) Mulder’s knack for getting himself and Scully into sticky situations leads them to the heart of NOLA at the tail end of Hurricane season after barely surviving a Floridian storm—to investigate a rumor of a notable Voodoo Queen and missing girls trying to bring her back. Shine by Ainon Mulder and Scully come to investigate multiple deaths in one family. Stuck in Storage by tiredmoonlight On what she believes to be a wild goose chase case in the middle of South Carolina, Scully ends up locked in a storage closet overnight with her partner. Strangers and the Strange Dead by Kipler In which dead bodies and shivering people disturb the hilltown of Bradenton, and our young, orphaned narrator serves hot beverages to the investigating agents even as she ponders the peculiar, elusive nature of their relationship. The Tiger Complex by LoneGunGuy While investigating a gruesome catastrophe in the Amazon rain forest, Mulder and Scully struggle against a mysterious killer, their own suspicions and the unforgiving jungle itself.

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in Irish History | 25 April:

1185 – Henry II sends his son John to Ireland; John lands at Waterford on this date to assert control over Hugh de Lacy, but he fails to achieve this. Henry still suspects that de Lacy wants to be king of Ireland. 1681 – Count Redmond O’Hanlon (outlawed chief) was fatally shot by his foster-brother, Art MacCall O’Hanlon near Hilltown, Co Down. Historian John J. Marshall has called Redmond…

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

EXCLUSIVE: James McAvoy in Dundee 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 as filming starts for his new film 🎥

Hollywood star James McAvoy is in Dundee for filming his directorial debut film. Scenes are being shot in the Hilltown for California Schemin' – which tells the true story of two Dundee students who pretended to be American rappers to get a record deal.

Gavin Bain and Billy Boyd - or Silibil N' Brains, as they became known - were two ordinary Scottish boys who shared an extraordinary dream: to become rap superstars. Creating new identities for themselves, they persuaded the music industry that they were the latest hot young talent from California. Silibil N' Brains then lived out that lie for more than two years, securing an enormous record deal with Sony and being catapulted into the industry high-life, rubbing shoulders with the likes of Madonna, Eminem and D12.

📷 thecourier.co.uk

Posted 4th November 2024

[mia-studyhaus]

5 Minutes, 5 Words - #223

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Syndrome /ˈsɪndrəʊm/ (n.) - a group of symptoms which consistently occur together, or a condition characterized by a set of associated symptoms.

Dr. Kevin will be presenting a lecture about Marfan Syndrome tomorrow.

Synonymous /sɪˈnɒnɪməs/ (adj.) - closely associated with or suggestive of something.

The bright clothes Sonia wore were synonymous with her cheerful mood.

Synopsis /sɪˈnɒpsɪs/ (n.) - a brief summary or general survey of something.

Clara's blog has the best literary synopsis of Little Women I have ever come across.

Syntax /ˈsɪntæks/ (n.) - the arrangement of words and phrases to create well-formed sentences in a language.

I took many months to grasp the syntax of Navajo.

Synthesise /ˈsɪnθɪˌsaɪz/ (v.) - make (something) by synthesis, especially chemically.

After many trials, the team was finally able to successfully synthesise the treatment for the rare disease plaguing Hilltown.

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Definitions from: Oxford Languages.

IPA Phonetic Transcription (UK English) from: tophonetics.com

Sentences are fictitious, though they may be based on real issues that occur across the world.

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Pictures taken from Tumblr Gifs.

[paganplaces]

Goward dolmen

The Goward dolmen (also known as Pat Kearney’s Big Stone or Cloughmore Cromlech) is located between Hilltown and Castlewellan in County Down, Northern Ireland.

Read more at: https://paganplaces.com/places/goward-dolmen/

[elminx]

In my first semester of college, I was friends with this girl (we'll call her Jammie because that was her name) who was from South Boston. She invited me into Boston and showed me her house so I thought it only fair to invite her to my home three hours west in the hilltowns.

She told me that she couldn't go there because there might be bears.

At that time I couldn't even comprehend her apprehension.

Of course, there are bears there. That's...the best part.

[heavenboy09]

5 Years Ago On October 14th, 2018

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Who Will Fight The Forces Of Darkness & Stop The Coming Days Of Humanity's Last Hours On Earth 🌎

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[fontainebleau22]

For that meme with writing questions: 8, 13, 22, 39 and optionally 40?

Thanks so much for such great asks!

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

I would choose without dialogue, but that's only because I think it's a pretty artificial distinction: there are so many ways to express someone's mindstate without actual dialogue. Perec, for instance, wrote an entire book (Un homme qui dort) in the second person, and Ducks, Newburyport (which I read recently but will admit I didn't finish) is entirely composed of thoughts flitting through the main character's mind. One of my favourite fics, A Chance to Try Bravery by owlet, has exactly one line of dialogue at the very beginning, but is otherwise made up entirely of Steve's thoughts.

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

Death is something I find impossible to write about, as I don't need to borrow grief; I think what I find easy is the nuts-and-bolts of everyday life - I imagine what I write very vividly, so describing what's in a room is always rewarding.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

Lol! I write with a biro on lined file paper, and I keep the papers in a stack on my bookshelf! Once I've decided that a story has legs I type up a version on Word and print it out, then I edit it with a biro. And it lives on the stack too until it's done, then I recycle it. I do copy the files in Dropbox for safekeeping, but I don't write on a screen.

I'm very suspicious of writing apps like Scrivener because it seems to me that they encourage you to do a whole lot of other things rather than write.

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

Um. It's the other way round for me, I never feel like giving up. Writing and the escapism it offers is the only thing that keeps me sane, so I would always rather be writing than living my often painful existence.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

I've shared quite a few of my favourites on here before, but I'm not sure if I shared this, which really speaks to me.

11.00: Baldovan by Don Paterson.

Base Camp. Horizontal sleet. Two small boys have raised the steel flag of the 20 terminus:

me and Ross Mudie are going up the Hilltown for the first time ever on our own.

I’m weighing up my spending power: the shillings, tanners, black pennies, florins with bald kings,

the cold blazonry of a half-crown, threepenny bits like thick cogs, making them chank together in my pockets.

I plan to buy comics, sweeties, and magic tricks.

However, I am obscurely worried, as usual, over matters of procedure, the protocol of travel,

and keep asking Ross the same questions:

where we should sit, when to pull the bell, even

if we have enough money for the fare, whispering, Are ye sure? Are ye sure?

I cannot know the little good it will do me; the bus will let us down in another country

with the wrong streets and streets that suddenly forget their names at crossroads or in building-sites

and where no one will have heard of the sweets we ask for and the man will shake the coins from our fists onto the counter

and call for his wife to come through, come through and see this and if we ever make it home again, the bus

will draw into the charred wreck of itself and we will enter the land at the point we left off

only our voices sound funny and all the houses are gone and the rain tastes like kelly and black waves fold in

very slowly at the foot of Macalpine Road and our sisters and mothers are fifty years dead.

[dabiconcordia]

Consolation

How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets, fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard and all the sudden hand gestures of my compatriots.

There are no abbeys here, no crumbling frescoes or famous domes and there is no need to memorize a succession of kings or tour the dripping corners of a dungeon. No need to stand around a sarcophagus, see Napoleon’s little bed on Elba, or view the bones of a saint under glass. How much better to command the simple precinct of home than be dwarfed by pillar, arch, and basilica. Why hide my head in phrase books and wrinkled maps? Why feed scenery into a hungry, one-eyed camera eager to eat the world one monument at a time? Instead of slouching in a café ignorant of the word for ice, I will head down to the coffee shop and the waitress known as Dot. I will slide into the flow of the morning paper, all language barriers down, rivers of idiom running freely, eggs over easy on the way.

And after breakfast, I will not have to find someone willing to photograph me with my arm around the owner. I will not puzzle over the bill or record in a journal what I had to eat and how the sun came in the window. It is enough to climb back into the car

as if it were the great car of English itself and sounding my loud vernacular horn, speed off down a road that will never lead to Rome, not even Bologna. by Billy Collins