#rare book school

[othmeralia]

Not only do we have our beloved Tumblr-- Othmeralia-- but we also have a collections blog on our website. This blog features staff and fellows from all over the Science History Institute writing about their research or something super interesting they've found in the collection.

Here's my blog about Rare Book School!

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[riesenfeldcenter]

Spines galore this week! Here are some highlights from our collection of Roman and Canon law. We love looking for repurposed manuscript pieces and these swirly hand-drawn flowers!

[retroness-is-fabulous]

[read-write-thrive]

how much would I need to fuck with Niko and Monty’s genders to ship them

[tang0w0tek]

Cannot believe I just bought this

[nero-neptune]

front/back of a bookmark i made for my program's bookmark design competition

[bigfrogdraws]

a new sona perhapse? the name is a wip, ill probs change it bc it's too close to Martin Blackwood lol. maybe Percy?

[midnightfreedom]

[hdslibrary]

Anti-Slavery Melodies for the Friends of Freedom

This 1843 book consists of songs against slavery by white abolitionists. It features well-known abolitionist voices such as William Lloyd Garrison and Maria Weston Chapman, including several names with Harvard Divinity School connections, such as Henry Ware, Jr. and John Pierpont.

Some tunes remain familiar to this day. Garrison's "Song of the Abolitionist" is set to the tune of "Auld Lang Syne"; another song is set to the tune of "America (My Country 'Tis of Thee)":

My native country! thee, Where all men are born free, If white their skin:

I love they hills and dales, Thy mounts and pleasant vales,

But hate thy negro sales, As foulest sin.

Lincoln, Jairus. Anti-slavery melodies: for the friends of freedom. Hingham: Elijah B. Gill, [1843].

[hirokiyuu]

look at my alternate yuu concept boy

[othmeralia]

Me and the girlies in Rare Book School this week 💅

I'm heading to RBS at the University of Virginia this week to be taught rare book cataloging by the incomparable, the phenomenal, the GOAT, Deborah J. Leslie. I'm so pumped for this opportunity! I've been cataloging for 3 years now but rare book cataloging is its own beast.

OMW to Charlottesville!

Road trip!

[tanoraqui]

Oooh maybe Mafia and Balckmail for the ask game? With Elrond? Only of you feel like it, no pressure or anything.

[send me 1-3 tropes + 2-3 characters!]

Elrond opened his eyes and saw what should have been an unused surgery room. The plaster on the walls was broken, the pipes in the ceiling were exposed—it was the east wing of the hospital, roped off for renovations that had been "in progress" the entire time he'd been a med student here.

But there were lights on, tools laid out, a patient on the surgery table in front of him—no, a body. That woman was fresh from the morgue, her body bag discarded in the corner. Other bags (full? empty?) lay on the floor nearby. On the counter by the sink was a stack of portable freezer boxes.

"Oh, you're organ-harvesting," Elrond said. That did explain the pattern of missing and mutilated corpses.

There was a clatter behind him as his captor startled at his words. Elrond did tend to wake up unusually quickly—though really, who wouldn't, when handcuffed to an uncomfortable hospital chair?

Dr. Inglewood regained her dropped scalpel held it as a threat as she stalked into view.

"Yes," she said. "But if you know what's good for you, you'll keep quiet about it—or whatever dismal neighborhood your scholarship affords rent in will have another random mugging-gone-wrong, and I'll make a mint off of the fresh organs of a caucasian male age 18 to 35." She sneered. "With your 'family connections', nobody will even blink."

Elrond wiggled his wrists in his handcuffs. They were tight.

"They probably wouldn't," he admitted. "And I like all my organs where they are."

"Smart boy—"

The magnetic lockpick Elrond had tucked into his cuff earlier clicked through the pin on the cuffs. Without losing a second, he leapt up and swung the loose cuffs at Dr. Inglewood's head. She dodged by stumbling back, squawking with alarm. In her distraction, Elrond swept her knees out from under her, grabbed her scalpel, flipped it around and put it to the nape of her neck while he knelt and wrestled her arms up behind her back.

He said, conversationally, "But I don't really think you're thinking through the implications of 'kidnapped and raised by the Fëanorian Mob' either. Ma'am, you are not dealing with an amateur."

[riesenfeldcenter]

Happy first day of class! We’re excited to welcome the new class of 1Ls and our returning students back this week. As classes begin, we thought we’d share some pages from the 1971 Survival Handbook, made for student orientation. Take a peek at some suggestions for what to do with weekends, “these little 2 day blessings,” and “that [queasy] feeling in Your Stomach” students might be experiencing today.

[retroness-is-fabulous]

[megagrind]

After being out of academia for a month, the urge to read has finally returned, and I’m pleased to announce that I chose to pick up a new book instead of simply rereading the Michael Vey series again