#reservoir dykes

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Reservoir Dogs opened with a bunch of men arguing whether "Like a Virgin" by Madonna has a hidden layer of innuendo. Given that Madonna's male fanbase has kind of a "friends of Dorothy" reputation, this has no doubt contributed to the movie's slash fanbase.

Today's question: In a genderbent version, what song would they be arguing about? Logically speaking, it'd have to be by a male artist who has a big sapphic following. If we're updating Reservoir Dykes to the present, "Take Me to Church" by Hozier would be a good choice, but I'm still torn on what song to pick if the story is still in the 1990s.

[fazedlight]

Awakening (Kara character study, small part supercorp softness)

“But why can’t I be matched to Tali, mom? She’s my best friend!”

Alura turned to Kara, her jaw tensed with frustration with the stubborn child. “Kara, you know better than this. Stable matching can only be achieved if there is a true bijection between disjoint sets-”

“We don’t even have a true bijection because the population is constantly changing, we don’t sort according to all possible preferences, we don’t even have-” “It is not in our nature, Kara,” Alura said, with a dangerous tone in her voice. “We are not Daxamites.”

“But-” 

“The answer is no.”

---

Kara is thirteen Earth years the first time she’s called “dyke.” She doesn’t know what it means. She had only been to school for a couple of weeks. Before that, the only substantial English she had spoken was the couple months with Eliza, Jeremiah, Alex, and Kal. 

Clark, not Kal. Saying “Kal” would put her baby cousin- her older cousin- her cousin in danger.

Alex’s face flushes, and her eyes almost burn with anger, as she shoves Jake Howell against a locker. Kara could do it easily herself, but showing her newfound strength to humans would put her in danger too, somehow. Kara doesn’t think asshole is a nice word, given how Alex growled it. But she suspects dyke isn’t a nice word either.

That night after dinner, Eliza sighs, and hugs Kara gently - and Kara resolves to never get called dyke again.

---

“She’s gorgeous, she’s smart, she smells nice. Hell, I want to date her.” Kara flushed with discomfort, as the words came unbidden from her lips. But Alex didn’t remark on the odd statement, and Kara shoved the thought away.

Just weeks later, awkwardness would turn to tension as Lucy growled. “You and Hank, why do you all lie?”

“When you are an alien,” Kara choked, “You’re willing to sacrifice anything, everything, betray your fundamental instincts - just to fit in.” Something tugged in Kara’s soul at that moment. That she had always tried to fit in, long before she became an alien. But there simply hadn’t been time to linger.

It was only weeks later, when Lucy was saying her goodbyes before leaving National City to rejoin the military, that Kara felt the uncomfortable spike again. “I do know what it’s like to hide,” Lucy confessed.

Kara tilted her head, questions like why? and what do you mean? floating through her mind. But she thought it would be kinder not to ask. “I hope someday, you can be all that you are.”

Lucy gave a small smile. “Me too.”

---

She hadn’t expected meeting Lena to feel like lightning in her veins. The younger Luthor was quick-witted, and beautiful, and playful. Kara felt herself flush with the gentle teasing during their first coffee, and found herself marveling at never quite having a friendship like this before. 

---

“So… so she’s gay?” Kara asked, the word heavy in her throat. “And are you saying, you’re gay too?”

Alex sighed and paced in front of Kara, her frustration just as apparent as her confusion. How can you not know if you’re gay?, Kara wondered, at the same time feeling strangely allergic to the conversation. Wouldn’t it be obvious? “What’s changed?” Kara asked.

---

Yeah, he was… immature. Irresponsible. But they connected - orphans of a lost planet, who spoke the same tongue, who had the same bewilderment in their first moments on an alien planet with newfound powers. And if being in his bed brought her pleasure, it was only proof of their connection, that a good relationship could come of it.

Sometimes there were those flashes - Mon-El had been confused by Alex’s coming out, not understanding the concept. The more the merrier would ring in Kara’s head, and she’d chase away the image of Lena’s face.

---

“I couldn’t have done it, Kara.”

Kara’s chest heaved as she gazed down at Lena, hearing Kal’s words flash through her mind. Lena clung to Kara’s arm as Kara hovered above the reservoir, and some corner of Kara’s mind knew that she should go land, that the danger was over. That Lena was safe. That the city was safe.

But she could only stare down at Lena, whose heart hammered in her chest, whose panting breaths from her climb had not yet slowed. I almost lost her, Kara thought, forlorn. I couldn’t lose her…

It was that moment that her world came crashing down, that realization made her feel like she was drowning. That romantic love wasn’t merely a combination of friendship and lust. That shared experience didn’t mean a shared connection. There was something that ran deeper.

She was in love with Lena, and she could no longer deny it.

---

It was a drunken movie night, after Lena’s breakup with James, when Kara heard I love you fall from Lena's lips.

“It was always you,” Lena confessed, her words slightly slurred from the alcohol as Kara finished pulling the covers over her. “I just wanted to be close to you.”

Kara stood back, feeling her heart pound as she watched Lena slip into slumber. I wish I had told you, Kara thought, her mind flashing to a moment long ago in a forest. I wish I had told you, before…

Kara spent a fitful night trying to sleep on her couch, and Lena’s eyes flashed with shame the next morning as she woke. But they left for Noonan’s, leaving the conversation behind.

---

It felt impossibly brief, that window of time after Kara had revealed her secret, where everything felt almost right with the world. Maybe someday, she and Lena could finish that conversation.

But she found herself in a kryptonite shell.

The universe ended soon after, and even magic couldn’t fix how they had broken. Until the day Kara finally found her hands in Lena’s, vowing together to take down her brother, and Kara felt again that hopeful wonder of what a future with Lena could hold.

And then she found herself in the Phantom Zone again, the words ringing in her head, I wish I had told you.

---

Sleep had eluded Kara in the weeks back from the Phantom Zone. So she was already wide awake at 2am, when she heard Lena’s heart begin to hammer. 

Kara tensed, rushing to her window and ears tuning in as she prepared to fight off an assassination attempt or catch Lena as she fell.

But as she shot into the sky, she nearly tumbled when she realized that Lena wasn’t in distress. The shaky breaths and small laughs caused Kara’s chest to tighten in anguish. She’s fine, Kara thought, feeling tears prick the edges of her vision. She’s fine. 

---

“Are you okay?” Lena said, when she finally found Kara in the Tower, sitting on a step. “Alex said she couldn’t find you - you were in the Fortress?”

Kara glanced up from the steps. “I just, um. I was reading in the Fortress, I fell asleep there.” It had the benefit of being true. The Fortress was far enough to drown the sound of Lena’s heart out.

Lena shuffled next to Kara, taking a seat. “I don’t remember seeing any beds there.”

“I float in my sleep,” Kara shrugged, staring at her hands as she let silence fall.

Lena shifted, uncomfortable with the quiet. “Are you okay?”

Yeah, Kara almost said, but something stopped her this time. Perhaps it was the poor sleep. Perhaps it was the litany of I wish I had told you that would replay in her mind.

How many more times am I going to do this?, Kara thought. How many more times am I going to carry that regret? “I love you,” Kara said finally, sensing Lena tense up next to her. “I know… I know that door is closed. But I love you. I should’ve told you so long ago.”

“You… you heard me last night,” Lena wondered softly. “So you went to the Fortress?”

Kara grimaced. “I stopped listening as soon as I realized,” Kara said, fighting a panic. Will she be angry? “I never meant to- to invade your privacy. I’ll be more careful.”

“The door isn’t closed,” Lena said. “If you don’t want it to be.”

Those words made Kara brave enough - or maybe just confused enough - to finally tilt her head up to meet Lena’s gaze. “But- last night-”

“I’ve been trying to get over you. Not very successfully,” Lena added, with a wry grin.

“Really?” Kara smiled.

“Really.” 

---

The matching laws had been long dismantled by the time a smiling Alura officiated their marital rites. Kryptonians didn’t have concepts like best man or matron of honor, but that didn’t stop the two women from inviting Alex and Kelly to stand at each of their sides as they said their vows.

Kara never imagined that it’d be a woman’s wrist she’d place her wedding bracelet on. Though she supposed she never imagined marrying on an asteroid of her father’s creation, or marrying for romantic love, or marrying someone her people would call Hero of Argo for the creation of a black rock.

She never imagined finally telling Lena her secret. She never imagined Lena’s forgiveness. She never imagined the feel of Lena’s lips pressed against her own, hands tugging at her robes, as she whispered zhao against Lena’s lips.

And she never imagined being the one to make Lena’s heart race.

[eopederson]

Another Eruption in Iceland

"After a lull in activity, fresh lava has once again poured from the Reykjanes peninsula in southwestern Iceland.

The latest eruption—the third in the region since December 2023—began early on February 8, 2024, with lava spraying up to heights of 80 meters (260 feet) along a 3-kilometer (1.8-mile) long fissure near Mount Sýlingarfell. The small peak is north of the fishing village Grindavík and east of the Svartsengi power station and Blue Lagoon geothermal spa.

The image above was acquired on February 10, 2024, by the OLI-2 (Operational Land Imager-2) on Landsat 9. Infrared and visible observations (bands 7-6-3) have been overlain on a natural-color image to help distinguish the heat signature of the lava. Still recent but cooler lava expelled near Grindavík in January appears black.

The topography around the fissure meant that much of the fresh lava flowed east into unpopulated areas rather than south toward Grindavík. Some lava also flowed west into the vicinity of the power plant and spa.

Earthen defensive walls protected both facilities, though lava did burn through a key hot water pipeline and two roads. According to the Icelandic National Broadcasting Service RÚV, authorities are in the process of restoring hot water to homes in the area after conducting repairs on the pipeline.

About seven hours after the eruption began, the MODIS (Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer) on NASA’s Terra satellite captured this image of a plume of gas and ash streaming to the southwest. This eruption was effusive—not explosive like the Eyjafjallajökull eruption in 2010—and the plume contained minimal ash, so it did not cause any disruptions to either domestic or international flights.

Volcanic plumes like the one shown here typically contain water vapor, sulfur dioxide, carbon dioxide, and small amounts of other volcanic gases. Researchers from the Icelandic Met Office and the University of Iceland have noted that, at times, magma has interacted with groundwater, adding to the amount of water vapor in the plume. The TROPOMI (Tropospheric Monitoring Instrument) on the Sentinel-5 Precursor missionobserved sulfur dioxide (SO2) within the plume, Michigan Tech volcanologist Simon Carn noted on X.

After the initial burst of activity on February 8, the intensity of the eruption faded. In an update on February 9, the Icelandic Met Office reported that seismic sensors had stopped detecting volcanic tremors and that a recent drone flight showed no activity over the eruption site—signs that the latest eruption was ending.

However, on February 12, the agency reported that the land surface above an underground magma reservoir near Svartsengi had again begun to swell by 0.5 to 1 centimeters per day, a rate similar to what was observed prior to other recent eruptions. “It is therefore highly likely that the cycle continues in a few weeks with another dyke propagation and a volcanic eruption,” the agency said."

NASA Earth Observatory image by Lauren Dauphin, using MODIS data from NASA EOSDIS LANCE and GIBS/Worldview. Story by Adam Voiland.

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[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

"So long as nothing is canon, they will 'Candle Cove' up a whole entire show with EXCELLENT queer representation out of nothing."

Okay but me with Reservoir Dogs

Tumblr shows that the best way to get queer people to like your show is to not put any explicitly queer people in it. So long as nothing is canon, they will 'Candle Cove' up a whole entire show with EXCELLENT queer representation out of nothing. If you put actual canon queer representation into it, you'll get ripped to shreds for being problematic about it.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Red Team Blues Chapter One, part four

My next novel, Red Team Blues, is nearly here! I start my tour on Saturday, with two appearances at the LA Times Festival of Books:

https://events.latimes.com/festivalofbooks/schedule/

If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/20/links-arent-performances/#henched

To kick things off, I’m serializing chapter one, where we meet Marty Hench, a 67-year-old, hard-charging forensic accountant with 40 years’ experience busting Silicon Valley’s most eye-watering scams, and learn about his last case — recovering a billion dollars’ worth of cryptographic secrets.

Here’s the previous installments:

Part one:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/17/have-you-tried-not-spying/#unsalted-hash

Part two:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/18/cursed-are-the-sausagemakers/#henched

Part three:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/19/whats-wrong-with-iowa/#henched

Here’s where US readers can pre-order the book:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865847/red-team-blues

Here’s pre-orders for Canadians:

https://services.raincoast.com/scripts/b2b.wsc/featured?hh_isbn=9781250865847&ht_orig_from=raincoast

And for readers in the UK and the rest of the Commonwealth:

https://uk.bookshop.org/p/books/red-team-blues-cory-doctorow/7225998?ean=9781804547755

And now, here’s today’s serial installment:

We built the system to be secure. You know me, I’m a paranoid old creep with a dirty mind, so everything I did, I did right. The keys were on an air gap system. I bought that system myself off a pile of boxed HP laptops at Fry’s just a couple of weeks before they closed their doors for good.”

“Rest in peace.”

“It was time. But back when you could go into Fry’s, you could pick up a laptop sealed in shrink-­w rap, carry it yourself to the cashier, pay cash for it, and walk out, stopping only to show your receipt to the poor door-­checker. Then you could take it to the data center, badge into the clean room, lay out your workbench, unscrew that sucker, and remove every single network interface with a pair of pliers, not just snipping the traces but ripping them right off the board.”

“Lucky you didn’t snap the board.”

He grimaced. “I did. I bought three of them so I could take a mulligan or two if I needed it. I only needed one spare, as it turned out. Then it went into a safe, a good safe, rated for three hours. There’s a watchman who makes physical rounds of every safe room, every two hours. And I locked up the BIOS with a hardware token. Steal that laptop, you’d still need my token.”

“And yet . . .”

“You know how they say anyone can design a security system that he himself can’t figure out how to break?”

“Schneier’s law.”

“Schneier’s law. Yeah. Someone smarter than I am figured it out.”

“The watchman?”

“No, though he might have been in on it. They fired him. The safe was opened, the laptop was gone.”

“And the hardware token?”

“You’ll love this.”

“I can’t wait.”

He tugged his forelock and adopted a broad Cockney accent that would have embarrassed Dick van Dyke. “Guv’nah, I was pickpocketed, so I was.”

“I don’t believe it. Pickpocketing is supposed to be a dead art. Who was working the scam, Apollo Robbins?”

He shrugged. “I don’t reckon so. But yeah, there’s plenty of Vegas acts that do pickpocketing stuff, and there’s a pretty big YouTube competitive pickpocket scene with tutorials. Plus, there’s the European talent, a lot of it, never really died out there. Covent Garden is like a plague reservoir for the pathogen, and you get an outbreak every year or two.”

“You had the hardware token on your key ring?”

“That day, I did. I’d been in the data center. Then we went to dinner. Hydra. The prix fixe. The chef’s table is nice, but the taster menu gets you the octopodi. Someone bumped me between the data center and my front door.”

“Oof,” I said. “Did you have to ring the downstairs neighbor’s doorbell and climb out on their balcony?”

“Don’t be stupid,” he said. “In the first place, Sethu has her own keys. In the second place, the outside doors here are locked and armed when we’re AFK.”

I’d noticed the locks on the outside doors, and the break sensors, and the cameras — ­both the covert and overt ones. There were probably some I’d missed. I wouldn’t put it past Danny to have a lidar rig in the shrubs, something to help the system distinguish between cat burglars and house cats.

“The watchman from the data center,” I said. “That’s your guy. Probably not the mastermind, but he’ll be the key to it all.”

“Looks like they socially engineered him. Matched him on Tinder, messaged him, Oh, is that where you work? I’m just around the corner — ­want to meet me for a quick boba tea?”

“Catfished. Honey trap.”

He sighed. “Yeah. It was a good one.”

“You reported the theft?”

“The insurance company will pay for a new laptop, which, frankly, I don’t need, because I already have the spare I bought when I was going through the whole rigamarole to set up the air gap. But that’s not the valuable part.”

“No, it isn’t. How about the keys?”

“Yeah, how about them?”

“First, have you warned your source that you lost them, so they can tell Apple and Samsung and all the other manufacturers that rely on those secure enclave chips? And second, have you warned your users that their money isn’t safe?”

He looked over at Sethu, at Palo Alto, at his lemonade glass, and at the clouds in the sky. Long looks. The silence spoke volumes.

“How much money is the Trustlesscoin ledger worth, Danny?”

He looked me dead in the eye now. “About a billion.”

We’d already been talking about trillions, so I shouldn’t have been shocked. But tech founders are always throwing around big numbers, and I’ve developed the mental habit of knocking a few zeroes off any claims about “total addressable markets.”

Trustlesscoin was the new crypto on the block. My unconscious estimate of its value was in the low tens of millions, which is also a big number, but not a billion.

“A billion here, a billion there — ­”

He cut me off. “Pretty soon, it starts to add up to real money. Yeah, I know, Marty. Don’t joke, you’re not good at it.”

“When did you lose the keys?”

He checked his watch — ­a mechanical one, not ostentatious, an old wartime Rolex, from when men’s Oysters were the size of a nickel, not these giant tourbillon monstrosities that cost a million bucks and looked like a poor man’s idea of a rich man’s watch. “Seventy-­four hours and thirty minutes ago.”

“Give or take.”

“You’re not good at comedy, Marty. We’ve established that.”

“What fallout has there been?”

“Not much,” he said. “In fact, maybe none. We have a pretty good statistical picture of what normal Trustless transaction activity looks like, and nothing has rung the alarm bells yet.”

“Yet. But maybe not ever. Maybe they can’t figure out how to exploit what they got.”

“Or maybe they’re biding their time. Or running an old-­ school salami-­slice grift, shaving a lot of pennies, getting ready to cash out.”

“Can you block that? They have to convert Trustlesscoins into fiat to get away with it, right?”

“They do, but we can’t stop them. We’re on every major exchange, not just to other tokens but also a bunch of different kinds of fiat and stablecoins. How do you think we got to a billion dollars so quickly? Trustless is both highly liquid and highly efficient. That’s why it’s the future of finance.”

“And money laundering.”

For a second, I thought he was going to throw his lemonade glass, dash it to the cool flagstones of his roof garden. He took a deep breath and then another and then set the glass down. “And money laundering. Marty, stop fucking with me. I am keenly aware that there are money launderers using my service. That has been apparent since the start. Some of these money launderers are very far away and would struggle to reach me if my technology did something to upset them. Some of them are closer.”

He shook his head violently. “Marty, I am shitting bricks here. There’s another shoe getting ready to drop, and when it does, I’m going to go down with it. Hard. I’m not just talking about losing my reputation and my fortune, I’m not just talking about ruining the life of that woman over there who dragged me back from the brink. I’m talking about being targeted for physical violence by unreasonable, sadistic, powerful criminal men who amassed their fortunes by spilling an ocean of blood and who cannot be placated. Nor can they be fended off, not unless I want to live my life inside a bunker.

“I don’t know who stole those keys, Marty. I shouldn’t have had them in the first place. I am now in a position where everything I hold dear is on the line, and so I called you. You and I go way back, you’re my friend and I trust you, but I didn’t call you because I wanted to cry on your shoulder.”

“You called me because you think I can get the keys back.”

“Bullshit. I called you because I’m desperate. I don’t think anyone can get those keys back. I think that inside of a month, everything I care about will be in ruins. Major technology platforms that depend on secure enclaves for things way beyond Trustlesscoin will be exposed because of my recklessness, and they will be fucked. Secure enclaves are designed to be tamper-­ proof. You try to take one off a board the way I did with those air gap laptops’ network interfaces and you render them permanently inoperable. They can’t be field updated. They have no flashable BIOS. A vulnerability in a secure enclave is permanent.

“But the trillions of dollars in damage that I will do to the largest tech companies in the world will not worry me, because I will either be on the run or dead. Not a good death, either, Marty.

“So I called you because before that happens, I plan on exhausting every avenue of mitigation available to me.”

“If I recover them?”

He snorted. “You do that, you might save my life and rescue a third of the top performers on the S&P 500 from their worst earnings call since the Great Financial Crisis.”

Today (Apr 21), I’m speaking in Chicago at the Stigler Center’s Antitrust and Competition Conference. This weekend (Apr 22/23), I’m at the LA Times Festival of Books.

[Image ID: A squared-off version of Will Staehle's cover for the Macmillan edition of 'Red Team Blues.']

[benihana-circumcision]

i keep forgetting im actually bi and not a pure raging dyke and then i see a movie mainly consisting of men bleeding n sweating and like yelling at eachother n shit and im like Ah right i remember.

Reservoir Dogs would be perfect if it wasnt subject to Tarantino's fascination with hard-R bombs

[thirdmagic]

been thinking about reservoir dogs again which i havent seen in like 8 years and between my terror at the passage of time and my fujoshi emotion as i remember mr orange and mr white and tiny baby tim roth and everything else i saw someone bring up the idea of genderbending the movie and then i imagined them all as full on dykes and went 'holy shit' because what a powerful image

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Okay but Gwendoline Christie as Ms. Blonde and Aidy Bryant as Nice Gal Eddie

Ms. Blonde, fresh out of prison, picking Eddie up for a smooch in Jo Cabot's office, and Jo (played by Miriam Margolyes, of course) grumbles "Save it for after movie night at our place tonight. We're here to talk business, girls"

Blonde rocking out like a dork in the warehouse (air guitar and all) to, I dunno, "Bad Reputation" if we're keeping it in the '90s, or maybe something by Paramore if we're updating to the present and the nostalgic music from two decades ago is the '00s

[macroshee01]

Safeguarding Infrastructure: The Importance of Geomembrane Liners in Dam Lining

Dams play a vital role in water resource management, providing irrigation, hydroelectric power, and flood control. To ensure their longevity and effectiveness, proper dam lining is crucial. Geomembrane liners have emerged as a reliable solution for safeguarding the infrastructure of dams. In this blog post, we will explore the importance of Geomembrane Liners for Dam Lining and their role as liners for canal lining.

1. Understanding Dam Lining and Its Challenges 

Dam lining refers to the process of installing a protective barrier on the surfaces of dams and reservoirs to prevent seepage, erosion, and leakage. The constant exposure to water and soil conditions can pose significant challenges to the structural integrity of dams. Traditional methods of dam lining, such as clay or concrete, may be costly and time-consuming. Geomembrane liners offer an efficient and effective alternative by providing a durable and impermeable barrier against water seepage, thereby safeguarding the structural integrity of the dam.

2. The Role of Geomembrane Liners in Dam Lining 

Geomembrane liners, made from synthetic materials like high-density polyethylene (HDPE) or polyvinyl chloride (PVC), are widely used Liner for Dam Lining projects. These liners are specifically designed to withstand extreme weather conditions, chemical exposure, and UV radiation, ensuring long-term performance and durability. By providing a seamless and impermeable barrier, geomembrane liners prevent water seepage, soil erosion, and the loss of valuable water resources. They also help in reducing maintenance costs and increasing the lifespan of the dam.

3. Benefits of Geomembrane Liners in Dam Lining

The importance of geomembrane liners in dam lining is underscored by their numerous benefits. Firstly, these liners offer exceptional hydraulic properties, effectively minimizing water loss through seepage and evaporation. Additionally, geomembrane liners are highly flexible and adaptable, conforming to the irregular shapes and contours of dams and reservoirs. This ensures comprehensive coverage and maximum protection against water leakage. Moreover, the installation of geomembrane liners is faster and more cost-effective compared to traditional methods, saving both time and resources during dam construction.

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Conclusion 

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from the UNESCO World Heritage site:

Angkor (in Cambodia’s northern province of Siem Reap) is one of the most important archaeological sites of Southeast Asia. It extends over 400 square km and consists of scores of temples, hydraulic structures (including basins, dykes, reservoirs, and canals), and communication routes.

For several centuries Angkor was the center of the Khmer Kingdom. With impressive monuments, several different ancient urban plans, and large water reservoirs, the site has a unique concentration of features testifying to an exceptional civilization. Temples such as Angkor Wat, the Bayon, Preah Khan, and Ta Prohm are exemplars of Khmer architecture, and they are closely linked to local history and imbued with symbolic significance.

Buddhist Bayon Khmer temple, Angkor, Cambodia. Late 12th century AD.

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Sunday 7 February 1836

6 40

11 25

No kiss ready in 1 5 hour F38 ½° at 7 ¾ am at which hour breakfast for A- to go to the school at 8 ½ - sat reading last Quarterly Review from p. 445 to 487 favourable and interesting critique on ‘the original’ by Thomas Walker m.a. etc one of the London police magistrates - Greek for dinner [αριςον] .:. the art of dining aristology (452) Groves of Charing - cross the 1st fishmonger in Europe (464) Fisher Dyke Street St. James’s  the best poulterer in London (466) Ochlocrasy, mobocrasy (483) sat reading till 10 40 - A- came back at 10 ¾ (rode) just as I had written the last 6 lines - walked on the flags about an hour till 12 (cold in my head - or blood in my head - a little headache and tightness over my eyes) - at 12 10 A- and I read prayers to my aunt (in bed) and our 2 maids in 20  minutes - wrote note to ‘Messrs. Parker and Adam Solicitors H-x’ to ask them to get a few bills printed and posted as soon as possible for the reservoir (Lake or dam) to be let, making embanking and puddling ‘at 5pm next Monday at the Stag’s head Inn Mytholm - SW- said yesterday the making would be done at 5d. or 6d. per yard  and the puddling (5 or 6 hundred yards all along the embankments against the brook and at the far end) at 9d. per yard - at the school at 2 - sat reading (Mérats Botany) 25 minutes in the carriage - Mr. Wilkinson did all the duty - preached 20 minutes from John viii. 47. 50 minutes at Cliff Hill - Mrs. AW- in very good humour and spirits - called for a moment at Crownest - Mr. SW- to meet Holt here at 9 ½ am on Tuesday and set out the Listerwick engine-pit drift - thought in church this afternoon (1st time it occurred to me) to call the dam or reservoir The Mare Mr. SW- and Mitchell the land valuer agreed in valuing the manure laid on the lowland by Mr. Carr at £21 + some shillings - home at 5 ½ - wrote letter 8 or 10 lines to ‘John Clarke Apysgarth’ Not sent to go by the man who goes there from H-x every Monday to tell John to ask the medical man who attends him to write and inform if he thinks him well enough to return to his place; if not, if he (the medical man) is in hope that he (John) will be well enough in a week or ten days from this present time - dinner at 6 ¼ John Clarke himself arrived and come to ask if we ready for dinner - my letter .:. a dead letter - coffee - with my father and latterly with Marian (A- left me to go to my aunt) till 8 ¾ - then reading tonight’s paper till 9 20 - fine day till about 5 then a little rain all the way from Cliff Hill home - 20 minutes with my aunt till 10 - just before and afterwards read (in my study and downstairs) Macnab [McNab] on planting handy evergreens - recommends planting in pointer and watering in wet weather - his reasons good - F35° and soft damp night now at 10 25.

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if the reservoir dogs guys aren’t gay then how come one of them has dyke in his name

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

This is why I love Jennifer's Body so much, and why I want genderbent Reservoir Dogs so much

I love bad representation. i love evil lesbians. toxic predatory possessive relationships are hot. I love when women fight into a bloody pulp and then make out. I love gay monsters and villains and erotic vampire lesbians. I love when no one grows or learns as a character because they love being rotten psychopaths

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Learning with News in Korean #1

Websites used: The Korea Times (Learning English with Korea Times Weekly), NAVER Dictionary (English, Korean and Hanja dictionaries).

China's Jiangxi declares highest flood alert

중국 장시성, 최고 등급 수해경보 발령

장시성: Jiangxi 수해경보: 

수해 (水 물 수 + 害 해할 해, 해하다: injure, harm, hurt): flood damage. 경보: warning, alert, alarm.

최고 등급: the highest rating.

등급: 높고 낮음이나 좋고 나쁨 따위의 차이를 여러 층으로 구분한 단계.

발령: 명령을 내림. 또는 그 명령.

집중호우가 계속해서 중국 대부분의 지역을 강타하자 중국 남부 장시성은 양쯔강과 만나는 한 호수의 대범람을 예상하며 토요일 최고 수해경보를 발령했다고 현지 관영언론이 전했다.

집중호우: localized heavy rain, localized torrential downpours.

강타하다: 세게 침.

대범람 = 大 클 대 + 범람

범람: 큰물이 흘러넘침. Flooding, overflow, deluge, (formal) inundation. 

관영언론: 관영 (government, state) + 언론 (press, media): state media.

인민일보는 장시성 지방정부가 홍수 대응 등급을 2급에서 1급(중국 최고 등급)으로 상향 조정하며 댐 붕괴 또는 흔치 않은 동시다발적 홍수 등의 재난을 예고했다고 보도했다.

인민일보: 인민 (people) + 일보 (a daily report): the People’s Daily.

상향: 위쪽을 향함. 또는 그 쪽. An upward tendency, an upturn, an uptrend.

조정하다: 어떤 기준이나 실정에 맞게 정돈하다. Adjust.

붕괴: 무너지고 (collapse, give away, cave in) 깨어짐.Collapse, breaking. 동시다발적: 같은 시기에 여러 가지가 발생하는 것.

재난: (natural) disaster, calamity, catastrophe.

예고하다: 미리 알림.

폭우가 계속해서 중국 전역에 큰 손해를 끼치자, 양쯔강이 흐르는 다른 도시들은 최고 수준의 홍수 경보를 발령했고, 강의 일부에선 끊임없이 내리는 비로 인해 제방이 무너지려 하고 있다.

전역: 전체 지역. 제방: (river) bank, embankment, dyke.

장시성 당국은 주장시 근처에서 양쯔 강과 이어지는 중국 최대의 담수호인 포양호에 심각한 홍수가 발생할 것을 예상한다고 중국 국영방송이 보도했다.

담수호: 淡 맑을 담 + 水 물 수 + 湖 호수 호. 1ℓ가운데 0.5g 이하의 염분 (salt, salinity)을 포함하는 호수. A freshwater lake.

국영방송: 국영 (state, government) + 방송 (broadcast, television). State television.

포양호의 수위는 전례 없는 속도로 상승하고 있었고 토요일 오후 9시에는 22.65m에 이르렀다. 이는 1998년에 세워진 최고 기록과 19.50ｍ의 경계수위를 훨씬 상회했다고 중국 CCTV는 전했다.

수위: 강, 바다, 호수, 저수지 (reservoir) 따위의 물의 높이.

전례 없는: unprecedented.

경계수위: alert level.

상회하다: 어떤 기준보다 웃돌다. Exceed.

장저우구는 댐을 보강할 인력이 턱없이 부족하다는 이유로 18~60세의 마을 주민들에게 돌아와 홍수와 싸워달라고 요청하는 글을 소셜미디어에 올렸다.

보강하다: 보태거나 채워서 본디보다 더 튼튼하게 하다.

인력: 人 사람 인 + 力 힘 력(역). Manpower, labor force.

턱없이: (터무니없이) absurdly, ridiculously, unreasonably, outrageously.

Source: http://www.koreatimes.co.kr/www/nation/2020/07/741_292728.html#