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srbachchan · 11 months ago

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DAY 5799

Jalsa, Mumbai Jan 2/3, 2024 Tue/Wed 6:28 AM

🪔 ,

January 03 .. birthday wishes to our Ef and greetings to all ..

Ef Himanshu Srivastava .. Ef Nandkeshor Dattatreya Paatil .. Ef Omnia from Egypt 🇪🇬 .. Ef Anuradha Raheja from Madurai .. and Ef Megha VJ from USA 🇺🇲 ..

.. ✨

🌹

Babuji .. a prominent member of the Freedom Fighters for Independent India .. and how his modest home was opened for secret meetings and a place to hide, for the freedom fighters ..

In one of his conversations with me he did describe how the great freedom fighter Chandrashekhar 'Azaad' had sought refuge at his home and remained rolled up in a 'bistar band' .. बिस्तर बंद .. the 'HoldAll' of my times, a canvas type rolled packaging with straps to tie it up, inside which was laid a mattress, pillows, your shoes and other essentials for travel .. all then rolled up and tied in leather straps, which then became an essential baggage element during travel .. it would and was opened up by releasing the straps, unrolling it and viola, a ready made bed - mattress pillows and all .. open it up on the bed or floor or a train berth .. most convenient and the most important baggage material for travel .. well on train and cars and bus travels .. until the airplane arrived as the more, now common mode of travel ..

So 'Azad' remained rolled up in the 'holdall' - a most convenient and descriptive word coined for this kind of baggage essential - and secretly spent a night there at Babuji's home .. rolled up in a holdall !!

The dedication and will of the freedom fighter ! Incredible !!

Chandrashekhar 'Azad' later took on the British forces, a large contingent, in the famous Allahabad park, then known as Alfred Park, alone, hiding behind a tree, firing bullets from his pistol , until when his ammunition was exhausted and when he felt he would be caught, he ended his life behind that tree, by shooting his last bullet .. at himself .. not wanting to give himself up to the British ..

The park has now been renamed in his honour .. The Chandrashekhar Azad Park ..

I spent a large amount of time at this park, for picnics etc., and this was where the popular Allahabad Flower Show used to be held, where I went with Ma .. she won several cups for Best Garden, and Best Flower, the rose, competition !

I remember seeing that famous tree, behind which Azad took shelter and fought the British contingent ..

The park was a large expanse of green and flowers and trees right almost in the centre of the city .. a canopied structure in the middle of the park, was inhabited by a Band, every Sunday, playing old tunes of the time ..

The park also had a most well kept grass tennis court, where I saw some great International players during their tournament, organised by the Allahabad Civic authorities .. I cannot remember their names .. was too young for that .. but they were from Britain, and some European countries , I think ..

They were invited for a tea reception at Justice Mootham's residence, the then Chief Justice of the Allahabad High Court ..

If my memory does not fail me .. Justice Mootham ! yes that name is correct in memory ..

7 :00 AM

a bit misleading the time , for I have been up since 4 .. loitering about in my room, nursing a muscle pulled back in spasm, unable to sleep or rest .. so a selective spray, that boasts of 'pain relief' within minutes - they all do - was generously applied and ..

And ..

Well, the discomfort remains .. ahahaha ..

🤣🤣🤣

The greetings of the New Year, the greetings for the Birthday have all been overwhelmingly large, and this has provided an enormous amount of space occupation on the mobile .. which as I try to address, is becoming a most arduous task ..

SO ..

may I just acknowledge all that have sent their wishes and greetings here and express my inadequacy in making personal responses ..

PLEASE ..

my gratitude then and my love for this ..

❤️

Laziness persists .. and that induces a temperament , which is difficult to describe ..

The absence of routine may sound odd, but routine puts and gathers the body in a way that keeps it going .. else , one never has a solution as to what can be done to occupy time .. and several essentials loose their essentiality !

Making sense ..

No ..

Well then too bad ! 🥹

Was going to suggest, you get lazy to experience and endorse my words, but that would be so ethically incorrect ..

Hence its a wish for the effervescent day ahead .. and my love 😍

Amitabh Bachchan

PS : I was right .. 👇🏽

Orby Howell Mootham

Sir Orby Howell Mootham (17 February 1901 – 19 July 1995) was a British lawyer, legal writer, and judge who was the Chief Justice of the Allahabad High Court from 1955 to 1961, the third-last British judge to serve in India.

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zoesblogsposts · 10 months ago

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o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 2 months ago

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This poster is legit. HRH, royal commentator USA, just posted on X that the engagement and wedding bands were fedexed to Harry in NYC.

Thoughts?

I don’t consider HRH Royal Commentator USA legit. There were some things earlier this year (or last year, I don’t remember the specifics) that were really off when I dug in.

For me personally, I need more details. This isn’t enough for me to care about yet.

#sussexes

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ang3lc · 1 month ago

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2 ⋮ A Hauning

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

Present - Savannah, Georgia, USA - 7.22.2024

"Are you with me, Bea?"

...

"Beatrice?"

The sweet, calm voiced pulled me back from the grasp of my mind. I blinked and refocused my line of sight to the middle aged woman. A saccharine smile adorned her face. Too sweet for me.

"Yeah. 'M here." I replied hesitantly, trying to avoid eye contact with the woman. I brushed away a loose strand of hair and my eyes shifted away from her to scan the walls, most of them covered with self-help posters or calendars stocked to the brim with penned in appointments. A certificate on the wall behind the woman's desk.

A doctorate in psychology seems to go a long way. This woman had stacks of awards just sitting casually on her shelf. Probably for fixing a shit-ton of war-torn veterans and soldiers alike. With me, however, she's doing a rather questionable job.

Maybe it's me who's not willing to put the effort in.

"Beatrice?" Her voice breaking the silence I didn't realize I fell into.

I tore my gaze away from her shiny awards and back to her. A tight-lipped apology weaseling its way out of me.

"It's alright. Did you want to answer the question? Or we could move on if that makes you more comfortable." She said, lightly tapping her pen against her clip-board, the sound bouncing off the walls of the small, cozy room. She was either impatient, or anxious. Likely both.

"What was the question again?" I asked sheepishly, avoiding eye-contact. Staring at my boots against the white carpet was infinitely more appealing to me than mandatory-therapy.

She breathed a soft sigh.

"How much of you is still trapped back in the Russian taiga?"

My eyes flickered to her. Her frizzy auburn curls and the sickeningly green cardigan she wore, even the sight of her baby pink nails made my stomach churn with unfamiliarity. I stripped any form of normalcy from my life 11 years ago. I was hardly ever in the public as it is, aside from the occasional bar or my very empty apartment.

I shrugged in response. "'M all here."

She shot back without a thought. "You're lying. This won't work if you're not truthful."

I sighed indignantly. My head lulled back, counting the tiles in the ceiling as I pondered a response. My lips pursed.

"Not much. 'Have dreams 'bout it sometimes... Don't exceed much further than bein' in the trees."

She hummed appreciatively and wrote something down, seemingly content with the answer. I have no idea why I lied to her. She was a sweet woman but a part of me just didn't like her. Maybe I was jealous of her. Jealous of the cat hair on her ugly green cardigan, the wedding band on her ring finger, the scribbled drawing on the wall, likely from her kid. Sometimes I wish this wasn't the life I led, the little girl inside of me screaming for regularity.

But there's no other option. The thoughts are gone in an instant.

"Do you think you're still running? Running from what happened?" She asked, finishing her note on the clipboard.

My brain refused to answer that. The lamp on her desk cast a muted, pale orange glow across the wall—a strangely captivating shade. I focused on it, letting the silence settle, hoping she'd take it as an answer.

"Back then, when did it stop being about survival, and start being about something darker? Something primal?"

I wanted this stupid leather love seat to swallow me whole, to drag me down so deep I'd never have to claw my way up again. My thumb found its way to my mouth, teeth pressing into the raw skin beside my nail, scraping, biting. My leg bounced with an erratic, uncontrollable rhythm, and each thud of my heart crashed against my ribcage, desperate to break free, like some caged thing fighting for escape. The room felt too hot, the walls too close—too close to keep everything buried.

"You hunted them for days, Beatrice—planned every kill, watched them break under the terror you created. Tell me, did that make you feel human?"

"Or just... an animal?"

Bile burned up my throat, bitter and choking. A rot buried deep inside me seemed to fester, spreading heat through my chest, my skin prickling as though I were catching fire from the inside out. I shot up, grabbing my jacket and helmet, barely seeing them through the haze. The doorframe rattled with the force of my slam, but the anger still clung to me like smoke I couldn't shake.

My heavy boots thudded against the floor, the took me to the nearest bathroom. When my brain shut down, my body knew how to compensate.

The cool ceramic of the sink chilled my clammy palms, my eyes clamped shut as I counted my breaths, trying to drown out the metallic taste of blood still haunting me—the taste that lingered from sinking my teeth into a man's throat. Each rhythmic drip of the leaky faucet seemed to sync with my racing pulse, each drop falling in time with the slow, hot trail of my tears. The bathroom light flickered above, harsh and unsteady, each flash making it harder to push the memories back, dragging me further into the unease clawing at my chest.

The wind whistled through the window, weaving a haunting ballad to accompany the battle raging in my mind.

After breath seventy-two, I opened my eyes. Red droplets spattered the sink like a crime scene, the metallic tang filling the air. I looked up instinctively, desperate to see something familiar, but the woman in the mirror was a stranger. Dirt and grime streaked her face, her hair matted and slick, wild eyes gleaming with a primal glint. Blood smeared her mouth, neck, and shirt—sticky, fresh, marking her like war paint.

Then I saw the dog tags glinting at her neck, a brutal reminder, an undeniable truth:

She is me.

My bike roared to life as I turned the key in the ignition, the engine's growl vibrating through me. I slipped the black helmet over my head, the rough fabric pressing against my skin. Flipping the tinted visor down, I revved the engine, feeling its power surge under me. Without a second thought, I pulled out of the parking spot and gunned it, leaving the city in my rearview.

I wove through the city streets as the sun cast a soft pink hue across the sky. Summers in Savannah were brutal, but the evening breeze offered a small reprieve. I popped open the visor, letting the wind nip at my eyes and cool my skin. For a few moments, the rush of the ride washed away everything else, leaving just the hum of the engine and the road.

The ride to Hunter Airfield was brief, the wind still fresh against my face. I rolled into the parking lot, the bike settling firmly on its kickstand with a satisfying click. After dismounting, I tucked my helmet under my arm, feeling the weight of it as I approached the entrance. I swiped my keycard, the beep granting me access to the base, a small reminder that I was back in the fold.

As I walked through the main building, the familiar sights and sounds wrapped around me like a well-worn blanket. I strode past a group of soldiers, their chatter fading into the background as I kept my head down, opting for silence over pleasantries. A few glances flickered my way, but I was used to the mix of curiosity and indifference that came with being me. The panic attack I had left me hungry, but nauseous all the same.

Entering the bustling canteen, the hum of conversation swirled around me, but I navigated through the crowd without so much as a nod. I made a beeline for the food line, grabbing a tray and slapping down a couple of pre-packaged meals. I caught sight of Carlos and Leon at a corner table, their rambunctious laughter cutting through the noise like a beacon. I slid into the seat across from them, raising an eyebrow.

"Y'all look like you found the secret to happiness." I reached for a fry from Carlos' plate, my lips curling into a smirk.

Carlos smirked, pushing a half-empty plate of fries my way. "Just trying to drown our sorrows in carbs. You in?"

"Only if they're laced with some kinda magic," I replied, picking a fry and munching on it, welcoming the salt. "Otherwise, 'm not sure they'll cut it."

We all fell into a comfortable silence despite the bustling canteen. Carlos and Leon were some of the only guys in the regiment that managed to weasel their way behind the walls I've put up over the years. Eventually, I stopped trying to fight it. It helps when I know they'll have my back in the field. I alternated between Carlos' fries and whatever cardboard was in my meal.

Leon piped up. "Did you hear about the training exercise next week? They're sending a few of us out for field drills."

"Yeah, I heard they want to mix up the squads," Carlos added, glancing around the canteen. "It'll be nice to get away from the usual, though I can't say I'm looking forward to the heat."

"Stay hydrated," I said. "Wouldn't want you passin' out in the middle of it." I teased the time Carlos completely face planted during drills after deeming himself 'too buff' to be overtaken by the Georgian sun.

Carlos chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the advice, Mom. But seriously though, it should be interesting. I heard they're bringing in some new equipment for us to test."

"Let's just hope they actually explain how to use it," I replied, taking a bite of my fry. "Last time, half the squad was fumblin' 'round like idiots."

I let out a genuine laugh. It was with them that I really felt at ease, not thinking of my life or the things that set me apart from everyone else.

Just then, the canteen door swung open, and an unfamiliar face stepped inside, scanning the room. It was one of the junior enlisted soldiers, a nervous look plastered across his features. He locked eyes with me, and I felt my stomach twist. He skittered over to our table like a frightened mouse.

"Uh, Dawson..? The Colonel wants to see you in his office," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

My heart sank. "Great. What now?" I muttered under my breath, pushing my tray away. Carlos and Leon exchanged knowing glances, and the teasing began.

Leon leaned in, a playful grin on his face. "Looks like someone's in trouble again. I bet it's about your 'antisocial tendencies' or something." He made an air quotes gesture with his fingers.

"Yeah, you know," Carlos added with a mock serious tone, "if you'd just smile and wave at the guys more, maybe they wouldn't think you're plotting their demise."

I rolled my eyes, standing up from the table. "Very funny. I'll be sure to practice my 'friendly wave' while 'm in there."

"Don't forget to charm his pants off," Leon called after me, laughter trailing in his wake.

"Sure, I'll add that to my agenda right after I figure out how t'charm anyone else here," I shot back, trying to suppress a smile.

As I made my way out of the canteen, their teasing echoed behind me, but my thoughts were already racing ahead to what the Colonel might want. I'd had enough warnings to know that staying off everyone's radar came at a cost. The last thing I needed was another lecture on teamwork or a reminder that I wasn't "fitting in" as I should. After all, camaraderie is important in the Army.

As I made my way through the winding hallways toward the Colonel's office, the air felt heavier with each step. The familiar hum of the fluorescent lights overhead buzzed in my ears, matching the rhythm of my heartbeat as it thudded against my ribs. Soldiers passed by in small groups, chatting easily with each other as they moved through the maze of corridors. I kept my head down, focusing on the gray linoleum floor beneath my boots.

A couple of them noticed me, their eyes lingering a second too long. I met their gaze, only to look away just as quickly. No matter how many times I tried, I never got used to the way people watched me—curious, maybe wary. I was known for my silence, my ability to stay out of sight until the job demanded otherwise.

"Panther," one of them nodded, almost as a challenge, as he passed. I gave a stiff nod back, but kept moving without breaking stride. His smirk trailed after me, but I resisted the urge to turn and look. These glances were routine by now. But today, with my head buzzing and my heart hammering, every look seemed to carry extra weight, as if they knew I'd been summoned.

I turned the final corner, steeling myself as I approached the Colonel's office door. I took a deep breath, gathering my nerves, and forced my expression into something close to neutral.

As I approached the Colonel's office, the familiar sense of dread settled into my bones, mingling with the sterile scent of the corridor. I squared my shoulders, taking a steadying breath. Maybe it would be a simple check-in. Maybe I wasn't about to get another lecture on "team cohesion" or a warning about how being standoffish would only isolate me further.

But the second I stepped through the door, I could tell this wasn't just any reprimand. Colonel Greene looked up from his desk, his expression unreadable as he set down a stack of papers. He gestured to the chair in front of him without a word, and I lowered myself into it, picking the raw skin of my thumbs under the table

"Dawson," he started, turning his attention to me, lacing his fingers together. "You're aware that you've built quite a reputation here, I assume?"

"Guessin' it's not a good one, Sir," I replied, keeping my tone steady.

His lips twitched, almost a smile. "Depends who you ask." He leaned forward, his gaze sharpening. "You're skilled. Precise. Frankly, you've got the makings of a strong leader. But you seem to keep everyone at arm's length, like you're only halfway apart of this regiment."

I stayed silent, not sure if he was expecting an answer. The truth was, he wasn't wrong. But it wasn't something I could—or would—explain.

He watched me for a beat longer, then nodded as if he'd made a decision. "That being said, we have something that requires exactly that kind of approach."

I blinked, thrown off. "Sir?"

"I'm sending you to D.C. to meet with some... Elites," he said, handing me a file across the desk. "It's a temporary assignment, a...unique opportunity." His tone held a note I couldn't quite place, a mix of challenge and appraisal.

I took the file, flipping it open. The names on the page caught my eye immediately: Laswell, Price, Shepherd. I raised an eyebrow. "Special teams, sir?"

"Consider it a chance to broaden your skills. It's time for you to get out of this regiment for a while. They'll brief you on arrival."

I clenched the folder in my hands, feeling the weight of it. This wasn't what I'd expected. "When do I leave?"

"Tomorrow, as early as possible. Get your things in order."

He met my gaze, a glint in his eye that left no room for protest. "Dismissed."

I stood, nodding before I turned and walked out, the file heavy in my hand and my mind racing. So much for another lecture on teamwork. Whatever this was, it felt like a test—one I couldn't afford to fail.

The hallway outside the Colonel's office felt oddly empty, the quiet wrapping around me as I walked back toward the main wing. The weight of the file in my hand was nothing compared to the questions circling in my mind. D.C. Special teams. "Broadening my skills." I'd been expecting a disciplinary talk or, at worst, a formal warning—but this was something entirely different.

I headed straight for my quarters, eyes fixed ahead, barely noticing the few soldiers I passed on my way. One of them called my name, but I only managed a half-hearted nod. My focus was locked on the day ahead: packing, preparing, and the constant unease of leaving this place for something unknown. I wasn't one for hesitation, but something about being sent away from the regiment—my regiment—put me on edge. It was like leaving the one place I'd started to feel grounded, tossed back into the unknown.

When I finally got to my room, I shut the door and tossed the file onto my bunk. I stared at it for a moment, then sat down, the metal springs creaking beneath me as I opened the folder, flipping through pages of clipped details and blacked-out lines. "Laswell, Price, Shepherd..." These names weren't exactly low-profile. I'd heard of them before, legends in their own right.

I sat back, feeling the chill of the file's implications settle in. This wasn't just another mission. They were sending me out of here to work with people who had seen—and done—more than most in the business. But if there was anyone that could handle it, it'd be me.

A/N:

things are ramping up! thought I'd give some insight as to who Bea is now vs before. however, there's still a lot to learn about her and how she thinks and acts. sorry this chapter took so long, but more is to come!

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foxes-that-run · 4 days ago

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I would like your opinion on all too well tv 10 minute version. I always wonder about the sacred prayer line....and that she choose the wedding theme in I bet you think about me. Something about her relationship with Jake really messed with her. Was it really this short??? She referenced about breaking up multiple times....how in that short amount of time together??? Also her performances of all too well back than...they were sooo emotional, but wasn't that the time, she broke up with Harry??? And sorry, but one more thing, I'm not a native speaker, so I really don't understand the your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones line...what does it mean? I thought of a car, but I quess there is no Brooklyn car...???

ATW, as we all know widely considered to be about Jake. We also know this partial lyric of the '1st draft' from February 2011, which has the scarf (but no refrigerator light) and some lyrics which she hid with the paper in the lover journal that are presumably not part of the song / what we knew of it in 2019. (Steered it right into the ground is fascinating and reminds me of 'you drove us off the road')

To Fallon, she started talking about ATW10MV she said she was 22, then corrected herself to 21. Which maybe she was confused but is turning 21 is in the song and she's particular about age. The story she is telling is not the '1st draft' above, this is a later much longer version and potentially not the same muse:

The way that this song was written was, I was going through a bit of a sad time and I was 22 and I was in band rehearsals. I think I was 21 when I wrote this, and I was in band rehearsals for a tour that I was about to go on called the ‘Speak Now Tour.’

The Speak Now tour had 3 rehearsal periods for ATW10MV to be from:

January 2011 - tour started in Asia in February 2011, the same time that the '1st Draft' was written. So this is too early. The tour then went to Europe till March 2011. I've posted before about how she and Harry were in the same city and may have met in 2011.

May 2011 - She had a well publicised rehearsal for the US leg in which she told tickets to as a tornado benefit. The US leg then ran till November.

March 2012 - She had 4 months off before the last last Australian leg. The only rehearsal dates where she was 22, also the period Holy Ground was written which thematically fits. This is before Haylor was seen at the Kids Choice Awards.

The final ATW is presented as about Jake (who she dated for 7 weeks) who said [ATW] “has nothing to do with me".

So I think of ATW as about a composite character, Taylor first and foremost, but for muses I feel it took many lives, John, Jake and well... will we just pretend this isn't there?

Because Rolling Stone's Rob Sheffield isn't letting that link go, he has brought it up in his book, in podcasts and in Rolling Stone.

Back to your actual question the 'Your Brooklyn' line

From when your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones I'm a soldier who's returning half her weight

This line is hard to decipher such and I can't say I completely understand it. Overall I think these lines are saying the relationship damaged her self-esteem to the point of self-destructive behaviour:

"your brooklyn" - film includes a scene where he is holding court, making her feel excluded. I take the 'your' of a place (that is not any one person's" as saying the muse made her feel out of place.

"broke her skin and bones" - skin and bones is emotional and physical devastation, it is both the core of Taylor and brings to mind being gaunt.

"I'm a soldier who's returning" - like the central metaphor in The Great War the war is the relationship. Here she has returned after the war gaunt and malnourished.

"half her weight" - Sadly I take this literally, but self esteem also.

On the topic of this muse... Taylor said:

To USA Today: "There's a kind of bad that gets so overpowering you can't even write about it," she says of that time. "When you feel pain that is so far past dysfunctional, that leaves you with so many emotions that you can't filter them down to simple emotions to write about, that's when you know you really need to get out."

and

The Guardian: [Hide away and find your peace of mind / With some indie record that's much cooler than mine.] "That was the most important line of the song," Swift says. "It was a relationship where I felt very critiqued and subpar. He'd listen to this music that nobody had heard of … but as soon as anyone else liked these bands, he'd drop them. I felt that was a strange way to be a music fan. And I couldn't understand why he would never say anything nice about the songs I wrote or the music I made." for more read @cntfightmydemonsthyknowhowtoswim's Red post

Or her own words on TTPD:

And there we are again When nobody had to know You kept me like a secret But I kept you like an oath Sacred prayer and we'd swear to remember

I agree, this is so Haylor

#all too well 10 min version #Taylor Swift

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Storia Di Musica #342 - The Corrs, Home, 2005

Le Storie musicali di band di fratelli e sorelle ci portano in Irlanda, per una band che tra fine anni '90 e inizi 2000 fu molto popolare. The Corrs, come suggerisce il nome, sono una band di tre sorelle e un fratello, i Corr appunto. La loro storia è molto particolare e si lega a quella di un film del 1991, divenuto di culto, ambientato a Dublino, da dove provengono i nostri. The Commitments, diretto da Alan Parker, racconta la storia di Jimmy Rabbitte e del suo tentativo di mettere su una band di soul e rhythm'n'blues a Dublino, The Commitments, appunto. Il film, che è anche uno spaccato dell'isola prima della travolgente trasformazione avvenuta negli ultimi decenni, fu trampolino di lancio di una serie di attori\cantanti che dopo il film si lanciarono in carriere musicali. E tra loro c'erano i fratelli Corr. Jim Corr suonava in una band con John Hughes, che curava per Parker le selezioni dei musicisti. Hughes non sapeva che Jim avesse tre sorelle musiciste, Caroline, Sharon e Andrea, con cui si presenta i provini. Andrea ottiene una parte di recitazione con battute (è Sharon, la sorella minore di Jimmy), gli altri tre fanno da comparse, ma Hughes dopo le riprese chiede di poter diventare il loro manager. Diventano una band, dove suonano diversi strumenti, anche quelli tradizionali irlandesi. Il primo grande trampolino di lancio è l'esibizione, nel 1994, per i Mondiali di Calcio di USA 94, seguita due anni dopo per la cerimonia d'Apertuna dei Giochi Olimpici di Atlanta '96. Vanno in tour a supporto di Celine Dion, mentre il loro primo disco, Forgiven, Not Forgotten, che comprende sia brani strumentali di musica tradizionali che canzoni pop rock, svetta nelle classifiche di mezzo mondo, diventando uno dei dischi d'esordio di artisti irlandesi più di successo di ogni tempo. Nel 1997 successo per Talk On Corners, partecipano al Pavarotti And Friends a Modena e ricevono nel 1999 un Brit Award come Miglior Band Internazionale, registrando persino un MTV Unplugged, che vende milioni di copie. Il successivo disco, In Blue, prodotto da Robert John "Mutt" Lange, li consacra star internazionali: il singolo Breathless va in classifica in mezzo mondo, come Radio, l'album è il terzo disco con le maggiori vendita della Storia delle Classifiche musicali d'Irlanda dopo il The Best Of 1980-1990 degli U2 e Be Nere Now degli Oasis. Sono nominati ai Grammy Awards. Registrano un altro disco dal vivo, VH1 Presents: The Coors Live In Dublin, con ospiti Bono che duetta con loro in When The Stars Go Blue di Bryan Adams (un gioiellino) e Summer Wine di Nancy Sinatra e Ronnie Wood dei Rolling Stones che suona la chitarra in Little Wing, cover del classico di Jimi Hendrix e in Ruby Tuesday. Succede però una fatto doloroso: Jean, la madre dei fratelli Corr, muore in attesa di un trapianto di fegato all'ospedale di Newcastle, in Gran Bretagna.

E proprio alla madre, e alla loro terra, è dedicato questo disco, Home, che esce nel 2005. L'album precedente, Borrowed Heaven, già aveva riaperto la strada del folk nella loro musica, che nei dischi di successo internazionale si era un po' persa, ma in questo disco si ritorna alle origini. In scaletta 12 pezzi, divisi tra strumentali tradizionali di musica celtica irlandese, come Haste To The Wedding, che è il brano principe del ballo Céilí, uno scritto da Sharon Corr, Old Hag e due cantati in lingua gaelica dalla bellissima voce di Andrea, Buachaill ón Éirne (che vuol dire Ragazzo di Erne) e Bríd Óg Ní Mháille, Bridget O'Malley, che probabilmente è una riedizione ottocentesca di un antico canto dedicato a santa Brigida d'Irlanda. Ancora più emozionate è la parte di canti tradizionali cantati in inglese: My Lagan Love è uno dei primi traditional scoperti da Joseph Campbell, che agli inizi del 1900 intraprese un percorso di ricerca e traduzione dei canti tradizionali, musicati e riportati sugli spartiti da Herbert Hughes; la meravigliosa Spancil Hill è invece un traditional, probabilmente scozzese, che venne riadattato dai migranti irlandesi in America, dove divenne molto famosa nella zona dei Monti Appalachi: lo spancil era un modo di legare le zampe dei capi di bestiame per non farli scappare durante le fiere. Dolcissime sono Peggy Gordon e la bellissima Black Is the Color, conosciuta anche come Black Is the Color Of My True Love's Hair, brani che raccontano il carattere forte e deciso delle donne di quei posti. The Moorlough Shore è una delle più famose ballate irlandesi: è la storia di un giovane, innamorato della sua terra e di una ragazza, che però rifiuta le sue avances perché ama già un marinaio. Aspetterà il suo vero amore per sette anni. Frustrato, il ragazzo lascia la casa della sua infanzia e salpa, continuando a elogiare la ragazza che ama e che vive a Moorlough Shore. Sulla sua melodia, durante gli anni della Rivoluzione dell'Indipendenza irlandese (negli anni Dieci del 1900) i rivoluzionari cantarono The Foggy Dew, il principe dei brani di libertà irlandese. Completano la scaletta tre cover di brani moderni: Heart Like A Wheel, successo di Kate & Anna McGarrigle, poi ripreso da tanti artisti (la versione più famosa di Linda Ronstand), Old Town del leader dei Thin Lizzy Phil Lynott e un brano, Dimming Of The Day, scritto da Richard e Linda Thompson per un loro disco del 1975, Pour Down Like Silver. La musica è arrangiata con delicatezza, agli strumenti moderni sono affiancati i tin whistle, il Bodhrán (che è il tamburello irlandese) e una sezioni archi, che è sempre stato un marchio di fabbrica della musica Corrs. Spicca la voce, brillante e squillante di Andrea Corr, emozionante in più di un passaggio. Il disco, che non è di successo come i precedenti, ha comunque successo in patria, In Australia e sorprendentemente in Francia, dove vende 100 mila copie.

Andrea Corr, che ha recitato anche in altri film, tra cui Evita con Madonna e da protagonista una semisconosciuta commedia canadese, The Boys From County Clare, tenterà, con scarso successo, anche la carriera solista, con Ten Feet High. I Corrs continuano a suonare e a pubblicare materiale (l'ultimo disco del 2017) ma non hanno più raggiunto il successo dei dischi pop, nè la delicatezza, e la bellezza, del disco di oggi, un bellissimo esempio di variazioni "moderne" ai classici tradizionali della cultura delle isole britanniche, un grande tesoro culturale.

#the corrs #home #2005 #recensione

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Was it worth it Sparry?

"Band aides Don't Fix Bullet Holes..."

AFTER Sparry's unconsciously biased conversation about fathering ginger kiddos, he chose NOT to seek clarification from the offensive family member(s) about what he may or may not have said or heard. Instead, while Sparry & Megain were dating, Sparry (as he told Colbert) assumed that IF their relationship were to go the distance: Megain's African genes would dominate his Ginger genes; however, low IQ Sparry only relayed to Megain whatever he overheard or misheard the Windsor's say so they could document the incident in her middle school girls' burn book as leverage for post-wedding blackmail.

Sparry certainly wasn't shy about entertaining multiple pre-engagement discussions about money, Megain's acting career/income, clothing, security, etc

These discussions led Charles to describe Rachel Megain Markle as "Tungsten."

Megain & Sparry were willing to challenge and debate The Queen of England and The Prince of Wales concerning material things, but refused to address the most important elephant in the room: Megain's DEMAND to work and reside amongst Sparry's unconsciously biased family.

The family came to a workable agreement about Megain's BRF "service" opportunities and Megain eagerly awaited Sparry's proposal.

The public knows that Megain expected Sparry to propose marriage because she phoned Mulroney in the midst of his proposal and said "it's (finally) happening." Rachel Megain immediately accepted Sparry's marriage proposal and wanted to "hit the ground running" for the family and institution that she & Sparry defined as racist unconsciously biased.

These two-faced, full grown, able bodied adults scripted and recorded their very first global lie-fest before the entire world and included how "wonderful" everyone, (particularly Catherine) had welcomed Megain into the Windsor family. Megain proceeded to invade the private homes & intimate spaces of Sparry's family without once telling them the truth about their racist unconsciously biased words concerning Megain's unfertilized eggs.

Megain even gave an unconventional Christmas speech to the ENTIRE extended Windsor family. She recycled how THIS (unconsciously biased) family (unlike the Engleson's) is the family she never had.

If the Meghans were so victimized, why didn't they ask Megain's therapist mother for advice? Megain requested a fast track entrance to the Anglican Church. The Arch Bishop could have coordinated private extended family counseling sessions.

Megain chose to lie before God and to the clergy. As Samantha (BP employee) said, "we have been duped" because Megain always planned for her relationship with the BRF to fail.

While preparing for the wedding, this middle school (adolescent) couple prepared to sell tell their story to NOprah for a biased, 1-sided, televised, air out "hearsay" and our dirty laundry faux therapy session.

These victimized Meghans should have visited with Megain's mom & father over that Christmas holiday. They could have used that holiday to plan for a simple beach wedding in Megain's CA USA hometown. Instead, they invaded the privacy of multiple family members at Sandringham. These intimate engagements provided deceitful opportunities for Me-Me to take note of even more unconsciously biased Windsor family offenses.

This selfish couple displaced the homeless population and billed the UK tax payer for the pre-engagement events, as well as millions of dollars to cover the security costs of their Spring "Spectacle."

The Duke and Duchess of Deceit:

Sparry asked his unconsciously biased father to walk his BLACK fiancee down the aisle.

Sparry asked his unconsciously biased & heavily pregnant sister-in-law to host his BLACK fiancee in her home at Christmas.

After the NOprah lie-fest, Sparry personally contacted CBS & Gayle King to clarify that his racist (unconsciously biased) "conversation" did NOT occur with his elderly grandparents.

The world heard Gayle King relay Harry's "message" and yet today the story has been revised to: "a sussex representative" stated that neither Sparry's grandmother, nor his grandfather were present for "that conversation" (convo Sparry vowed never to discuss).

As of December 2023, "THAT conversation" (relayed to Megain by Sparry) BEFORE they were engaged, BEFORE they were married, BEFORE megnancy has now been revised: an increase from one (1) to two (2) conversations and a decrease from "several conversations" to two (2) conversations.

How thoughtful of Sparry to use his wife's paranoia & her self-hatred to blackmail the entire Windsor family & markle his kids' royal heritage.

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For them to try for a baby haven’t they got to be in the same country🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

She’s not living in the USA as her visa doesn’t allow her too

She’s on a visitors visa 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And plus she was in France 2 to 3 weeks ago on Valentine’s Day! With her girlfriends without a damn wedding band! Drinking alcohol and I don’t give two shits if it’s wine, you’re not supposed to drink alcohol when you’re pregnant! And if people believe that shit then they’re stupid

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Rating: 2/5

Book Blurb:

Two exes find themselves stuck at the same house for Christmas in this holiday romance by Ashley Herring Blake, USA Today bestselling author of Iris Kelly Doesn't Date.

It's been five years since Charlotte Donovan was ditched at the altar by her ex-fiancée, and she’s doing more than okay. Sure, her single mother never checks in, but she has her strings ensemble, the Rosalind Quartet, and her life in New York is a dream come true. As the holidays draw near, her ensemble mate Sloane persuades Charlotte and the rest of the quartet to spend Christmas with her family in Colorado—it is much cozier and quieter than Manhattan, and it would guarantee more practice time for the quartet’s upcoming tour. But when Charlotte arrives, she discovers that Sloane’s sister Adele also brought a friend home—and that friend is none other than her ex, Brighton.

All Brighton Fairbrook wanted was to have the holliest, jolliest Christmas—and try to forget that her band kicked her out. But instead, she’s stuck pretending like she and her ex are strangers—which proves to be difficult when Sloane and Adele’s mom signs them all up for a series of Christmas dating events. Charlotte and Brighton are soon entrenched in horseback riding and cookie decorating, but Charlotte still won’t talk to her. Brighton can hardly blame her after what she did.

After a few days, however, things start to slip through. Memories. Music. The way they used to play together—Brighton on guitar, Charlotte on her violin—and it all feels painfully familiar. But it’s all in the past and nothing can melt the ice in their hearts...right?

Review:

Two exes stuck in the same house for Christmas and the undeniable attraction between them. Charlotte Donovan was left at the alter by her fiancee five years ago, her fiancee who was her best friend and the love of her life... who never told her why and ran off. Charlotte is now focusing on her position in the string ensemble of the Rosalind Quartet and her life in New York.... except when her ensemble mate invites her to spend Christmas with a few other people and she gets surprised to see that said ensemble mate's sister is none other the ex fiancee who broke her heart??? Christmas is about to be a disaster. Brighton Fairbrook wanted a happy Christmas but its getting a bit hard when her band kicked her out and stole her song... and her ex is pretending like they've never even met each other. Brighton knows she messed up when she ran off at her wedding with Charlotte but seeing her again has her desperate to get a second chance... if only she could convince Charlotte to give it to her. This one missed the mark for me unfortunately because I honestly did not feel like Brighton deserved that second chance with Charlotte. I love a good second chance romance but honestly I just didn't find myself rooting for Charlotte and Brighton to get back together. After five years and after the "incident" I honestly don't think I would forgive Brighton.... maybe it's just me but realistically I don't see how someone who completely broke your heart, ran off at your wedding, and never explained why in 5 years and suddenly wants a second chance.... deserves one. The "reasoning" behind it just didn't feel good enough at all, especially when you find out that they were best friends since they were 12 and they couldn't even properly communicate? Nope. So if you like a second chance romance set during the holiday, maybe this one would work for you.

Release Date: October 1,2024

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