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[paperw0rmz]

Journal dump: RIP large journal

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[yourdailyqueer]

Henry William Greville (deceased)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: 28 October 1801  

RIP: 12 December 1872

Ethnicity: White - English

Occupation: Aristocrat, writer, diarist

#Henry William Greville #lgbt history #gay people #mlm #lgbtq #male #gay #1801 #rip #historical #white #english #aristocrat #writer #diarist

[scotianostra]

18th August 1773 saw Samuel Johnson and James Boswell set out on their three month tour of the Highlands and the Inner Hebrides.

Boswell enticed his famous English friend Samuel Johnson to accompany him on a tour through the highlands and western islands of Scotland.

James Boswell, 9th Laird of Auchinleck was a Scottish biographer, diarist, and lawyer, born in Edinburgh, like many young men he longed to visit the bright lights of London and in 1760 he deserted the family home to live in the English capital for a few months. It was during his second stay in 1762-63 that he met his literary hero and model, the poet, essayist and dictionary maker Dr. Samuel Johnson. In August 1763 Boswell embarked upon a 2½ year Grand Tour of Europe, during which he met many notable men and women, including Voltaire and Rousseau. On returning to Scotland he practised law as an advocate. During this time he made occasional visits London to spend time with Dr Johnson and others of his circle, including Oliver Goldsmith, Sir Joshua Reynolds and Edmund Burke. He was also on familiar terms with David Hume, Adam Smith and other leading figures of the Scottish Enlightenment.

Johnston and Boswell set off less than 30 years after the '45 Uprising, when whisky was still distilled illegally, roads were scarce and travel was by foot, bone-jangling carriage, horseback or over very turbulent seas in a rickety boat.

Their extraordinary journey to the Highlands and the Hebrides during an autumnal season of relentless rain and storms, took Johnson - plump, partially deaf and blind and who had rarely travelled outside of London - on a grand Scottish tour which led to two of the earliest travel books and paved the way for centuries of tourists who would also explore the nation’s wild islands and highland

While for the then 32-year-old Boswell there was a chance to witness Johnson up close for nearly three months, providing a wealth of material for his admired biography, Life of Samuel Johnson. The travel journal was a massive hit and a humorous account of their journey.

Boswell was Scots to his roots and is very defensive about the Scots and Scottishness, while Johnson has this very English take on it all. These two things fuel the humour, Johnson is like this English bulldog and Boswell is like a Scottish terrier. Together they are a hoot! Add to that the facts that as you would expect from a Scotsman, Boswell was a heavy drinker and Johnson was teetotal, which leads to all kinds of escapades. It’s like 18th century Laurel and Hardy.

Boswell, quoted their first conversation in the biography, Life of Samuel Johnson, saying: “Mr Johnson, I do indeed come from Scotland, but I cannot help it”. To which Johnson replied: “That, Sir, I find, is what a great many of your countrymen cannot help.”

It set the scene for a friendship driven by verbal sparring, with Johnson’s deprecating remarks about Scots robustly foiled by Boswell’s defence of homeland.

Their travels began in mid-August at Boyd’s Inn in Edinburgh, where the cleanliness dismayed Johnson. Boswell wrote: “He asked to have his lemonade made sweeter; upon which the waiter, with his greasy fingers, lifted a lump of sugar, and put it into it. The Doctor, in indignation, threw it out of the window”.

The pair then travelled up the east coast, stopping at St Andrews to indulge their interest in John Knox and Mary, Queen of Scots, Following the coast towards Aberdeenshire, a bit like today’s NC500 tourists plotting their route, they took an anti-clockwise course along the Moray Coast to Inverness and then to the Western Isles.

At times their journey resembled a lengthy pub crawl as they noted the quality of the inns and the food.

In Montrose, Johnson noted: “At our inn we did not find a reception such as we thought proportionate to the commercial importance of the place; but Mr Boswell desired me to observe the innkeeper was an Englishman, and I then defended him as well as I could.” Dundee, it was noted, was “dirty, despicable”. They even recorded their first taste of Arbroath smokies.

Having travelled through Glen Shiel, the pair arrived at the inn at Glenelg. Often praised today, Boswell and Johnson gave it the equivalent of a one-star TripAdvisor review. Having arrived “wearing and peevish”, they discovered “no meat, no milk, no bread, no eggs, no wine. We did not express much satisfaction.”

The Highland terrain posed even greater stress. Dangerous and often impassable except on foot, they were often in remote spots, miles from inns or shelter or ankle deep in a peat bog. Nevertheless, they trudged on through stormy weather and with Johnson often suffering from colds, increasing deafness and seasickness on the journeys between the islands.

The trip from Coll to Skye was undertaken during a vicious storm, with Boswell fretting over whether the boat might sink or explode, and troubled that he couldn’t understand the sailors’ Gaelic! Johnson was no great fan of the language, describing it as “the rude speech of a barbarous people, who had few thoughts to express, and were content, as they conceived grossly, to be grossly understood”.

But in Skye, they were delighted to meet Flora MacDonald, and slept in the same room that Bonnie Prince Charlie had slept in. “Both were over the moon because they were besotted with the story,” he wrote.

Don’t judge Johnson on his dislike of the Gaelic language though, the pair told of finding the Highlands still occupied by military garrisons, cleared by immigration and spoke of the suppression of Highland culture and oppression of the clans.

The isle of Raasay turned out to be a favourite spot, where the pair enjoyed the clan chief’s hospitality and a raucous ceilidh, with Boswell dancing a jig on the flat summit of Dun Caan. Both felt that in Raasay they had come close to authentic old Gaelic culture and way of life.

By October 1773 they were in the Saracen Head Inn in Glasgow’s Gallowgate, revelling in a roaring coal fire and conversation with professors from Glasgow University.

The trip would come to a sorry end, however, at Boswell’s family’s Ayrshire home at Johnson and Boswell’s father had an enormous row; they were total opposites in religious and political beliefs,

Johnson was a kind of father figure to Boswell. He knew Boswell could be a bit out of hand, but he also knew he was a real literary talent.”

Johnson’s A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland, was published in 1775, followed a exactly decade later by Boswell’s The Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides with Samuel Johnson. Both wrote their own versions of their tour differently. They go to the same places but see things differently.

#scotland #scottish #English #road trip #history #Diarist

[theinternethassexwithitself]

Nothing to be sniffed at

It was six days after I sent an email to the Press & Journal newspaper complaining about their use of a Google Maps image of Combie Street where my flat is clearly visible alongside a headline reporting “Drugs seized following police raid in Oban” that they removed the picture from the online article and replaced it with a shot of the actual pub involved.  By then it felt as if it was too late,…

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[muslimintp-1999-girl]

Was today years old when learnt that Diarist can be like your description/job. It doesn't have to be even writer?? It can be anything?? That you did passionately?? It would be so fun when people search some names in the future and the job description below is tumblrina

#anais nin #diarist

[themissleahj95]

Anne Frank c. 1941

#anne frank #diarist #1940s photography #colorization

[lightyagamismentor]

Diary of Anaïs Nin - Volume 6 ( 1955-1966 ) by Anaïs Nin

#anais nïn #dear diary #diarist #journal #pretty words #self love #reblog to boost #boost #french writer #writeblr #writeblogging #writers and poets #w

[ebookporn]

Kafka’s Diaries, 1911

The following is drawn from Ross Benjamin’s translation of the complete, uncensored diaries of Franz Kafka, to be published by Schocken Books in January 2023. Benjamin sought to preserve the diaries’ distinctive writing, including its rough edges and inconsistencies. This excerpt contains diary entries from late March to late September 1911. 

Between March 19 and 28, 1911, Kafka (1883-1924) attended several lectures given by Rudolf Steiner (1861–1925) at the invitation of the Prague chapter of the Theosophical Society. After the end of his lecture series, Steiner remained in Prague for two more days, which were reserved for personal conversations at the Hotel Victoria, where he was staying. The audience that Kafka describes in the following diary entry probably took place on March 29. In the “prepared speech” Kafka presents to Steiner, the twenty-seven-year-old writer seems to be responding to Steiner’s description, in one of the lectures on “Occult Physiology,” of a “mystical immersion in the self, as well as the reverse, the lifting of oneself out of one’s own consciousness.”

Kafka returned to his diary in August shortly before a trip to Switzerland, northern Italy, and Paris with Max Brod, his fellow writer and intimate friend. He wrote his notes on that trip in a separate travel diary. After parting from Brod, Kafka stayed at the naturopathic sanatorium Erlenbach near Zurich. When he returned to Prague, Brod brought him together with the painter, graphic artist, and writer Alfred Kubin (1877–1959), probably on September 26, the day of Kafka’s entry recording this encounter.

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[paperw0rmz]

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[yourdailyqueer]

Margaret of Parma (deceased)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

DOB: 5 July 1522  

RIP: 18 January 1586

Ethnicity: White - Dutch

Occupation: Nobility, writer

#Margaret of Parma #lgbt history #lgbt #lgbtq #wlw #female #lesbian #1522 #rip #historical #white #dutch #nobility #writer #diarist

[scotianostra]

On October 29th 1740 James Boswell, the biographer, diarist and travel writer was born.

Born in Edinburgh. James’ father was a judge and belonged to an old Scottish family with the title Lord of Auchinleck. This made James the 9th Laird of Auchinleck.

After finishing college, like many with noble blood, and hence money,  Boswell toured Europe. On his tour he met several dignitaries including Rousseau and Voltaire. Taking careful notes Boswell created detailed profiles of the famous people he met. In 1763 Boswell met Samuel Johnson. They remained lifelong friends.

Boswell’s book, An Account of Corsica, was published in 1768, translated into 4 languages and made Boswell famous.  The man liked to  have a dink and, as he put it “whore around”  he wrote a letter to a friend once saying 

“I got myself quite intoxicated, went to a Bawdy-house and past a whole night in the arms of a Whore. She indeed was a fine strong spirited Girl, a Whore worthy of Boswell if Boswell must have a whore“. He admitted  to getting venereal disease at least 17 times. 

The Life of Samuel Johnson which is considered to be his masterpiece and was published in two volumes. Boswell died before completing the third volume. His most well known book to Scots, is of course, The Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides with Johnson, who himself wrote his own version called A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland.

Boswell married Margaret Montgomerie in 1769. Margaret was his cousin and remained faithful to him despite his affinity to houses of ill repute. In 1789 Mrs. Boswell died, leaving five children. Boswell begged her forgiveness in his tearful eulogy. “Peggy” Boswell had been an excellent mother and a good wife, despite the infidelities and drunkenness of her husband, and from her death Boswell relapsed into worse excesses, grievously aggravated by his hypochondria. 

James Boswell died of a complication of disorders at his house in Great Poland Street on the 19th of May 1795, and was buried a fortnight later at Auchinleck. 

Much of his life can be pieced together through his journals, and the many letters he exchanged with friends over his life.

#Scotland #scottish #diarist #lawyer #history #writer

[theinternethassexwithitself]

New Year or bust

Everyone has been talking about the 16-year-old darts sensation Luke Littler, who reached the final of the PDC World Darts Championship this week but ultimately lost.  Even people who don’t usually engage in conversation about sports were raving about the youngster’s achievement.  I felt compelled to tune into the live coverage of the final on Wednesday night but gave up with it around halfway…

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[idstdiaries]

Properly crying, really hard – 24th November 2002

Properly crying, really hard – 24th November 2002

Sunday 24th  Yet another gasman told us our boiler is a pile of crap on Monday. He said he’d only seen one before and it couldn’t be fixed. Great. I also saw Uriel in the TSB that afternoon. He said “hi” and stuff so he must recognise me now. Due to a night out in Visage on Tuesday, I didn’t make it into uni for a lab the next morning. Oops! That’s 2 I’ve missed in a row now. I felt guilty until…

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#2002 #diarist #diary #humor #humour #journal #personal #student #teenage diary #university

[watchingmagpies]

so this is the new year

Spent the plane ride home with my head down, resting on the folding tray until my arms went numb, then sitting back with eyes closed, head falling. I didn't think of the time I'd spent with my family and childhood friends. I didn't even miss them. I only thought of him. Of the conversation of white and blue bubbles. Hearts poured out through thumbs and screens. My shoulders ached.

The next morning: heaviness. Messaging my sister in bed, crying. Voice clips sent back and forth until the weight lifted.

That night at a friends house. Smell of incense, a soft cat in my arms. We opened the rosé I'd bought earlier and sat down to a game of cribbage. When she asked me how my christmas was, I offered the text conversation for her to read. He’s way out of your league and also a narcissist, she tells me. I realize those are both probably true. We drink more wine and then pull on our coats and boots at 11:45 PM. Walking through downtown, loud music and cheers coming from bars, restaurants, cars, people on the street. There are people on Ha Ling, A notices. She points to the little lights at the top of the peak. We follow crowds through the streets to Millenium Park, the both of us wishing we either had a joint or were wasted. Preferably both. At the park, drunken crowds along the caution tape barrier. A countdown, cheers, hugs and then fireworks bursting into the night, loud cracks echoing off the mountainsides. So this is the new year, I think, as we walk back, weaving through bodies. We talk about next year, a proper party or bar night. Back at her place, we finish our card game and I head out, the both of us sore and tired from the weeks we’ve had.

01/01/24

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[thecountrywaif]

from Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin 1914-1920

#relatable #writer #writing #anaïs nin fragments #anaïs nin #anais nin #text post #text #txt #20th century #20th century literature #classic books #classics #diary #diarist #spilled ink