#josephine carbone

[quotesfrommyreading]

How does a false prophet rise to power?

In 1919 Brooklyn, Giuseppina Carbone is another racially suspect “dark white” immigrant with empty pockets and waning faith in the indifferent-to-hostile ’merigan Catholic Church. The staid Irish priests don’t want to hear about mysticism—the nerve of these “guineas” to worship La Madonna Nera when everyone knows the Virgin Mary is as white as fresh Irish cream! Being southern Italian is the original sin that can’t be baptized away, even when Giuseppina and Filippo christen their two-year-old daughter at Our Lady of Loreto, the rare Brooklyn Catholic church built by and for Italian immigrants.

Filippo is a laborer making $1.50 a day. Like many immigrant women, Giuseppina takes on piecework, in her case paid by the buttonhole. At least she works from home rather than in a tinderbox of a factory. Not long ago, on a clear, cold day in March 1911, the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire killed 146 garment workers in Manhattan. Giuseppina resembles the mostly Italian and Jewish teenagers and young women who jumped to their deaths to escape the smoke or succumbed inside the factory’s locked doors, a so-called loss-prevention measure. She is dark-haired, dark-eyed, and just five feet tall. Her daughter may soon eclipse her. At almost nine years old, Caterina—“Catherine, Mamma!”—can read and write English, courtesy of P.S. 178.

Giuseppina cannot expect much from life, until she hears Sister Josephine Zollo’s Italian sermons wafting through the air as she walks home one day, or a neighbor eagerly repeats them to her. Giuseppina’s mother tongue cleanses her like a newborn kitten. Salvation, she is told, can be hers.

A Pentecostal awakening has been sweeping across America for a decade. In early April 1906, Brother William Joseph Seymour, the Catholic-reared son of formerly enslaved parents, moved his rapidly expanding prayer meetings into a run-down building on Azusa Street in Los Angeles. By then, he and his followers were speaking in tongues—a sign, they believed, of internal salvation, or “baptism in the Holy Spirit.” Seymour’s religious creation would be emulated, imitated, or appropriated, depending on who’s telling the story of its spread. In Chicago, Luigi Francescon and Pietro Ottolini spearheaded the world’s first Italian Pentecostal church, and before long the faith reached Brooklyn. Perhaps the promise of un miracolo drew Josephine Zollo to Brooklyn City Mission, a Pentecostal church in East New York. She had been ill before she first attended a service there in 1912. Whatever happened that day, Josephine’s health soon improved. She decided that the Lord had healed her body and saved her soul.

 —  The Shadow and The Ghost

#christine grimaldi #the shadow and the ghost #history #religion #christianity #catholicism #pentecostalism #cults #racism #labour #employment #la cappella dei miracoli #usa #italian americans #african americans #josephine carbone #josephine zollo #william j. seymour #luigi francescon #pietro ottolino

[persolaise]

Chanel Gabrielle Extrait, BDK Villa Neroli, Miller Harris Poirier D’Un Soir and others - Skin Time September 2022

Skin Time September 2022, feat. Chanel Gabrielle extrait, Miller Harris Poirier D'Un Soir and others

Chanel Gabrielle extrait You can’t help but be a tiny bit suspicious when Chanel release a new scent quietly, with minimal fanfare. This is what’s happened with the extrait version of Gabrielle** (unless I’m mistaken, in the UK, it’s an online exclusive and doesn’t even get to see the inside of a shop) and it’s interesting to consider why the brand felt the fragrance didn’t deserve the full…

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#1953 #2015 #2017 #2022 #Alexandra Carlin #BDK #Chanel #Daniela Andrier #Estee Lauder #feminine #Gabrielle #Josephine Catapano #Luna Rossa Carbon #masculine #Mathieu Nardin #Miller Harris #Olivier Polge #perfume review #Poirier D&039;Un Soir #Prada #Skin Time #unisex #Villa Neroli #Youth Dew

[shoshiwrites]

can i request jo/egan + 10. maraschino cherries? please and thank you!

Jo + MotA has a tag now, help. From this prompt list. Bucky Egan/WarCo OC.

She hadn’t wanted to come out tonight, but the Red Cross girls insisted.

It’s still on her desk, torn open, the package with her address on it. The brooch inside that wasn’t her name, the little pearls and swirling letters in gold plate, the pink paste stone. The note attached, longer than the last one he’d written her.

Pity was the last thing she wanted tonight, even if it felt like her chest was stuffed with cotton. So she didn’t say anything, didn’t let Helen’s gentle questions get anywhere, or Tatty’s inquisitive grin. Could she pass it off as homesickness? The three of them loved their jobs too much for that, maybe. Took too much pride in them, at least, if not loved. Love was a word she held back here, with even the loudest of parties shot through with sadness. 

She’s still wearing his class ring. The little silver thing, with enamel and gold edges. The ring that wasn’t about her, either.

“You want to try another drink, Jo?”

She’s barely touched her soda, the little maraschino cherry still floating on top, tendrils of red syrup in the weakened carbonation. They’d gotten a few jars in earlier in the week, and everyone was feeling the extra sparkle. It wasn’t a twist of lemon or an orange peel or the end of the war, but it was alright.

“Oh no, thank you. Can’t waste this one, right?” She takes a sip. 

A certain voice echoes in her head. What kind of chump doesn’t get a girl a nice ring? 

She does, she needs a drink.

On nights like these, Helen and Tatty’s chairs are soon empty — blue uniforms spinning in a room amongst olive wool and florals. 

“Hey there, Josephine.” 

She looks up at him, the dim lights behind his head. “Major Egan.”

He makes the same face he always does. “You could at least call me John.”

“Same reason I don’t dance, Major.”

He looks over his shoulder at the band, at the crowd of pairs dancing. “Why’re you here, then?”

She jerks her chin at Helen’s martini glass and the last few sips of Tatty’s sherry. “You think I had a choice?”

“Hey, don’t make fun of the nice ladies.” He half-smiles, the kind he never keeps off his face. “C’mon, dance with me.”

She wonders if Dora lives back home or somewhere in England, an ocean or a stone’s throw. Have they danced? She assumes they have.

“Song’s almost over, Josephine.”

She wonders if he can see that her eyes are a little red. At least, she feels they still are. “Is that your selling point?”

“You won’t have to worry about a thing.”

The last pretty face they ever see, right? She can’t push it away, can’t invite it in. There’s no one else here to care, no reporters who’ll moan that she only gets stories by dancing, by turning something on that your average Joe reporter can’t. 

She stands, and he looks at her like she’s made a miracle happen. 

The song does end, and he still holds out his hand. “Don’t think you’re getting off that easy.” Her fingers hover above his outstretched palm. The next song starts slow, like bubbles in a glass of champagne. He looks like a schoolboy when her expression asks if he did it on purpose. “I know I’m dancing with another’s betrothed,” he says, annunciating like he’s explaining the word.

She’d take the straight bottle, actually. Whiskey. Vodka. Gin.

“I— I don’t know about that,” she says. It’s everything she can do to keep her feet moving. To keep from stepping on his toes. 

Above her, she can feel his chin brush her hair. “What?” It’s possible she’s never regretted saying anything more in her life. “What happened?”

The brooch, sitting on her desk. Amongst all of her things. Her letters. Her notebook. Her cigarettes and lipstick and tins of pocket candy. Is she supposed to care this much? Is this something she’s just supposed to accept? 

“Not here,” she says. She hates how small her voice sounds. 

“You know we’ve got a jeep,” he says. “You just tell us where—” 

“I think maybe I need a drink,” she says. He’s taken her hand, holds it against his chest. 

“‘Course, what’ll you have?”

“Whatever’s back at my room.” Maybe she’ll figure out how to ask for a bottle of wine so that nobody looks at her funny. “Alone.”

He doesn’t stop holding her. She said alone. She thinks— she thinks she means it. She knows he’d—

“Alone,” he repeats. 

“Mmhm.”

The music continues around them, soapy and warm. His voice by her ear. “You want a drink before you go? Want me to tell you I owe you a dance? Make up for this one?”

You don’t owe me anything, John. You didn’t do a damn thing wrong.

But she nods, against his chest, “yes ma’am,” and lets the moment linger a second longer.

#tortoisesshells #mota oc #masters of the air oc #shoshi writes #jo's tag #motaverse #??????????!!!!!! this was supposed to end in a different place and then

[santoschristos]

Love is in the Air by Josephine Wall

A connection between Twin Souls is, as the word suggests, a soul connection. Twin Flames are created at the same time by the Divine, cut from the same cloth. And although they’re not carbon copies, they are One at the core.

[brookston]

Holidays 12.13

Holidays

Acadian Remembrance Day (Canada)

Anesthesia Technicians Day (Turkey)

Bicycle Built For Two Day

Blame Someone Else Day

Clip-On Tie Day

Count the "La's" in "Deck the Halls" Day

Ella Josephine Baker Day

International ACAB Day

Jane Addams Day

Jum ir-Repubblika (Malta)

Loki Day

Martial Law Victims Remembrance Day (Poland)

Nanking Massacre Memorial Day (China)

National Bring Your Brother-in-Law to Work Day

National Day (Saint Lucia)

National Day of the Horse [also 2nd Saturday]

National Guard Day (US)

National Violin Day

New Calendar Day

Nusantara Day (Indonesia)

Peace Day (Korea)

Pick a Pathologist Pal Day

Reed Plant Dat (French Republic)

Republic Day (Malta)

Sailor’s Day (Brazil)

Santa Lucia Day (Sweden, Scandinavia)

Skip Day

Swiftie Day

Unreturned Library Book Day

World Violins Day

Yuletide Lad #2 arrives (Giljagaur or Gully Oaf; Iceland)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Ice Cream and Violins Day

National Cocoa Day

National Cream Cheese Frosting Day

National Ice Cream Day

National Popcorn String Day

World Raclette Day

2nd Wednesday in December

Book Club Day [2nd Wednesday]

Independence Days

Vendsyssel (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Antiochus of Sulcis (Christian; Saint)

Aubert (Christian; Saint)

Comp-U-Coffee 2000 (Muppetism)

Emily Carr (Artology)

Euler (Positivist; Saint)

Feast of the Light-Bringer (Old Swedish Goddess of Light)

Hanukkah Day #6 (Judaism) [thru Dec. 15th]

Herman of Alaska (American Orthodox Church)

Ides of December (Ancient Rome)

John Marinoni (Christian; Blessed)

John Wayne Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Judoc (a.k.a. Joyce; Christian; Saint)

Kenelm, King (Christian; Saint)

Larry Storch Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Losar (Ladakh, India)

Losoong (a.k.a. Namsoong; Sikkim, India)

Luciadagen (a.k.a. Little Yule; Scandinavia)

Lucia’s Day (Pagan)

Lucy (Christian; Saint) [Writers]

Monkey Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Odile of Alsace (Christian; Saint)

Othilia (Christian; Saint)

The Sementivaem (Ancient Rome)

Tellus (Ancient Rome, with table spread for Ceres)

Thorn Cutting Ceremony Day (Glastonbury, England; Celtic)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Martes (Unlucky Tuesday; Spanish culture) [Tuesday the 13th] (2 of 2 for 2022)

Prime Number Day: 347 [69 of 72]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Triti (Unlucky Day; Greece) [Tuesday the 13th] (2 of 2 for 2022)

Premieres

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: Slingshot (Web Series; 2016)

American Hustle (Film; 2013)

An American in Paris, by George Gershwin (Broadway Musical; 1928)

Bedknobs and Broomsticks (Disney Film; 1971)

Beyoncé, by Beyoncé (Album; 2013)

Bugsy (Film; 1991)

A Chorus Line (Film; 1985)

Clue (Film; 1985)

Dark Star, performed by the Grateful Dead (Song; 1967)

Driving Miss Daisy (Film; 1989)

Emily of New Moon, by L.M. Montgomery (Novel; 1923)

Fool Coverage (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

Foxy Lady, recorded by Jimi Hendrix (Song; 1966)

The Getaway (Film; 1972)

The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (Film; 2013) [3 of 3]

Jerry Maguire (Film; 1996)

The Jewel of the Nile (Film; 1985)

Jumanji: The Next Level (Film; 2019)

The Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim (Animated Film; 2024)

Maid in Manhattan (Film; 2002)

Mars Attacks! (Film; 1996)

A Miser Brothers’ Christmas (Animated TV Special; 2008)

Monitored Noose or The Carbon Copy-Cats (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 6; 1959)

My Name is Nobody (Film; 1973)

The Poseidon Adventure (Film; 1972)

Rakuen Tsuiho: Expelled from Paradise (Anime Film; 2014)

Richard III (Film; 1955)

Saving Mr. Banks (Film; 2013)

Scooby-Doo! Pirates ahoy! (WB Animated Film; 2005)

The Scorched Moose (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 5; 1959)

Sense and Sensibility (Film; 1996)

6 Underground (Film; 2019)

Star Trek: Nemesis (Film; 2002)

Tristessa, by Jack Kerouac (Novel; 1960)

Uncut Gems (Film; 2019)

Wind (Pixar Cartoon; 2019)

Today’s Name Days

Jodok, Lucia, Odilia (Austria)

Jasna, Lucija, Otilija, Svjetlana (Croatia)

Lucie (Czech Republic)

Lucia (Denmark)

Ele, Ere, Hele, Loviise, Lucia, Luise, Viise (Estonia)

Seija (Finland)

Jocelyn, Lucie (France)

Jodok, Johanna, Lucia, Ottilia (Germany)

Aris, Efstratios, Ioubenalios, Evstratios, Loukia, Lucy, Stratos (Greece)

Luca, Otilia (Hungary)

Antioco, Lucia (Italy)

Lūcija, Veldze (Latvia)

Eiviltė, Kastautas, Kastytis, Liucija, Otilija (Lithuania)

Lucia, Lydia (Norway)

Łucja, Lucja, Otylia, Włodzisława (Poland)

Dosoftei (Romania)

Lucia (Slovakia)

Lucía, Otilia (Spain)

Lucia (Sweden)

Louise, Lucia, Lukia (Ukraine)

Cinderella, Cindy, Cynth, Cynthia (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 347 of 2024; 18 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 50 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Jia-Zi), Day 1 (Yi-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 1 Teveth 5784

Islamic: 30 Jumada I 1445

J Cal: 17 Zima; Threesday [17 of 30]

Julian: 30 November 2023

Moon: 1%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 11 Bichat (13th Month) [Euler]

Runic Half Month: Jara (Year) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 81 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 22 of 30)

Calendar Changes

冰月 [Bīngyuè] (Chinese Lunisolar Calendar) [Month 12 of 12] (Ice Month) [Earthly Branch: Ox Month] (End-of-Year Month)

Ṭēḇēṯ (a.k.a. Tevet, Tebeth & Tebetu) [טֵבֵת] (Hebrew Calendar) [Month 10 of 12]

#calendar #Holidays

[josephine-udaku]

Who Is Josephine Epias Cartiér?

The extinction of dinosaurs? Josephine was a toddler and threw a temper tantrum because she preferred to have orange juice over apple juice. Every catastrophic earthquake documented in history. Either Josephine’s father or mother told her that she couldn’t have something. World War I and II? Josephine wanted to stay out past her curfew and didn’t understand why an all-powerful being needed to be home by 11:00 P.M.

If you looked up the definitions for “brat” and “chaos” in the dictionary, you would see a photo of Josephine standing there about to snap her fingers. The idea of being told “no” didn’t sit well in Josephine’s spirit and everything she desired in the world was either given to her or she took it. Josephine wasn’t born this way and even though her mother fought hard to raise her to be better, Josephine’s longing for acceptance from her father who always wanted a son and secretly despised her, won in the end. Josephine’s father raised her to be a carbon copy of himself. A selfish, self-absorbed, egotistical psychopath who had an unquenchable desire for power.

Now at the ripe age of 25 (in human years), Josephine’s father has informed her that if she goes on this final mission to bring Erik Killmonger’s head to him and kill off the entire Wakandan lineage, then he will finally accept her as his daughter. Will Josephine be able to complete her father’s request to finally gain his love and a seat on the throne?

#the kompound multiverse #the kompound reboot #thekompoundreboot #the Kompound #Josephine Cartier #JoJo Cartier

[bigfan-fanfic]

It's kinda unfair how the romance works when you're the gay Inky, like you have a narcissist and a weird sexual bull to date, but none of them gives me the romantic type, I even watched their romances scenes and it didn't get better, however Blackwall and Cullen are super cute and lovely. It's like gays are just sexual and don't want romance lol. I hope that in the 4th game they give us some cute romantic boy for us to fall for.

So, I have done all the romances to test them all out, and the two purely same-sex romances (Sera and Dorian) are pretty weak. Dorian is way better as a friend character, in my opinion, but he and Sera suffer from the same problem of internalized hatred. Dorian of his sexuality, Sera of her race. And while Sera's romance, particularly with an elven Inquisitor, basically just amounts to agreeing and parroting her opinions back at her, enabling her shitty actions and opinions, Dorian's romance just isn't... equitable. It's all about soothing his worries and his troubles, and no relationship should be based around one playing therapist for the other.

Now, let's talk the two pansexual romances - Josephine and Iron Bull. Josephine's romance is, altogether, flawless. You get to learn more about her and her family, and how badass she is, and she is very clearly a good partner who is stable and works with you on a similar level. Iron Bull, though I admire the attempt to provide a nonstandard BDSM relationship in the mainstream, still suffers from lots of problems which we won't get into here. But Dragon Age has a tradition of the uncomfortably racially-coded sexualized love interest - see Zevran and Isabela in addition to Bull.

Then we got the straight but non-race-locked relationships. Cassandra's romance, to me... is boring. I never ended up really caring about her as a character, so her romance never really went anywhere I was interested in. Cute poetry reading scene, but I guess just unmemorable. Blackwall's romance is highly interesting, with questions of morality, repercussions for the main story - it's all very thrilling and dramatic.

And then the gender-AND-race-locked straight relationships for Solas and for Cullen. Cullen's romance was apparently late in development, and yet it feels like the "classic" kind of high fantasy romance. Both leaders, Cullen struggling with his past and his addiction, becoming better through Inky's influence, yay. Solas' romance has powerful repercussions and the only romance that can potentially change your character's appearance, literally leaving you forever marked by it.

So, my rating for relationships: Josie > Blackwall > Cullen > Solas > Iron Bull > Cassandra > Dorian > Sera.

Yeah, the romances for us gays of all sorts suffer from poor writing, and yet again the handsome knights with sweet romances seem to be reserved for the straights. I need a gay knight romance in DA4. I don't care if they carbon copy Alistair from Origins and make him bi finally, I want it.

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 12.13

Holidays

Acadian Remembrance Day (Canada)

Anesthesia Technicians Day (Turkey)

Bicycle Built For Two Day

Blame Someone Else Day

Clip-On Tie Day

Count the "La's" in "Deck the Halls" Day

Ella Josephine Baker Day

International ACAB Day

Jane Addams Day

Jum ir-Repubblika (Malta)

Loki Day

Martial Law Victims Remembrance Day (Poland)

Nanking Massacre Memorial Day (China)

National Bring Your Brother-in-Law to Work Day

National Day (Saint Lucia)

National Day of the Horse [also 2nd Saturday]

National Guard Day (US)

National Violin Day

New Calendar Day

Nusantara Day (Indonesia)

Peace Day (Korea)

Pick a Pathologist Pal Day

Reed Plant Dat (French Republic)

Republic Day (Malta)

Sailor’s Day (Brazil)

Santa Lucia Day (Sweden, Scandinavia)

Skip Day

Swiftie Day

Unreturned Library Book Day

World Violins Day

Yuletide Lad #2 arrives (Giljagaur or Gully Oaf; Iceland)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Ice Cream and Violins Day

National Cocoa Day

National Cream Cheese Frosting Day

National Ice Cream Day

National Popcorn String Day

World Raclette Day

2nd Wednesday in December

Book Club Day [2nd Wednesday]

Independence Days

Vendsyssel (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Antiochus of Sulcis (Christian; Saint)

Aubert (Christian; Saint)

Comp-U-Coffee 2000 (Muppetism)

Emily Carr (Artology)

Euler (Positivist; Saint)

Feast of the Light-Bringer (Old Swedish Goddess of Light)

Hanukkah Day #6 (Judaism) [thru Dec. 15th]

Herman of Alaska (American Orthodox Church)

Ides of December (Ancient Rome)

John Marinoni (Christian; Blessed)

John Wayne Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Judoc (a.k.a. Joyce; Christian; Saint)

Kenelm, King (Christian; Saint)

Larry Storch Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Losar (Ladakh, India)

Losoong (a.k.a. Namsoong; Sikkim, India)

Luciadagen (a.k.a. Little Yule; Scandinavia)

Lucia’s Day (Pagan)

Lucy (Christian; Saint) [Writers]

Monkey Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Odile of Alsace (Christian; Saint)

Othilia (Christian; Saint)

The Sementivaem (Ancient Rome)

Tellus (Ancient Rome, with table spread for Ceres)

Thorn Cutting Ceremony Day (Glastonbury, England; Celtic)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Martes (Unlucky Tuesday; Spanish culture) [Tuesday the 13th] (2 of 2 for 2022)

Prime Number Day: 347 [69 of 72]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Triti (Unlucky Day; Greece) [Tuesday the 13th] (2 of 2 for 2022)

Premieres

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: Slingshot (Web Series; 2016)

American Hustle (Film; 2013)

An American in Paris, by George Gershwin (Broadway Musical; 1928)

Bedknobs and Broomsticks (Disney Film; 1971)

Beyoncé, by Beyoncé (Album; 2013)

Bugsy (Film; 1991)

A Chorus Line (Film; 1985)

Clue (Film; 1985)

Dark Star, performed by the Grateful Dead (Song; 1967)

Driving Miss Daisy (Film; 1989)

Emily of New Moon, by L.M. Montgomery (Novel; 1923)

Fool Coverage (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

Foxy Lady, recorded by Jimi Hendrix (Song; 1966)

The Getaway (Film; 1972)

The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (Film; 2013) [3 of 3]

Jerry Maguire (Film; 1996)

The Jewel of the Nile (Film; 1985)

Jumanji: The Next Level (Film; 2019)

The Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim (Animated Film; 2024)

Maid in Manhattan (Film; 2002)

Mars Attacks! (Film; 1996)

A Miser Brothers’ Christmas (Animated TV Special; 2008)

Monitored Noose or The Carbon Copy-Cats (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 6; 1959)

My Name is Nobody (Film; 1973)

The Poseidon Adventure (Film; 1972)

Rakuen Tsuiho: Expelled from Paradise (Anime Film; 2014)

Richard III (Film; 1955)

Saving Mr. Banks (Film; 2013)

Scooby-Doo! Pirates ahoy! (WB Animated Film; 2005)

The Scorched Moose (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 5; 1959)

Sense and Sensibility (Film; 1996)

6 Underground (Film; 2019)

Star Trek: Nemesis (Film; 2002)

Tristessa, by Jack Kerouac (Novel; 1960)

Uncut Gems (Film; 2019)

Wind (Pixar Cartoon; 2019)

Today’s Name Days

Jodok, Lucia, Odilia (Austria)

Jasna, Lucija, Otilija, Svjetlana (Croatia)

Lucie (Czech Republic)

Lucia (Denmark)

Ele, Ere, Hele, Loviise, Lucia, Luise, Viise (Estonia)

Seija (Finland)

Jocelyn, Lucie (France)

Jodok, Johanna, Lucia, Ottilia (Germany)

Aris, Efstratios, Ioubenalios, Evstratios, Loukia, Lucy, Stratos (Greece)

Luca, Otilia (Hungary)

Antioco, Lucia (Italy)

Lūcija, Veldze (Latvia)

Eiviltė, Kastautas, Kastytis, Liucija, Otilija (Lithuania)

Lucia, Lydia (Norway)

Łucja, Lucja, Otylia, Włodzisława (Poland)

Dosoftei (Romania)

Lucia (Slovakia)

Lucía, Otilia (Spain)

Lucia (Sweden)

Louise, Lucia, Lukia (Ukraine)

Cinderella, Cindy, Cynth, Cynthia (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 347 of 2024; 18 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 50 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Jia-Zi), Day 1 (Yi-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 1 Teveth 5784

Islamic: 30 Jumada I 1445

J Cal: 17 Zima; Threesday [17 of 30]

Julian: 30 November 2023

Moon: 1%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 11 Bichat (13th Month) [Euler]

Runic Half Month: Jara (Year) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 81 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 22 of 30)

Calendar Changes

冰月 [Bīngyuè] (Chinese Lunisolar Calendar) [Month 12 of 12] (Ice Month) [Earthly Branch: Ox Month] (End-of-Year Month)

Ṭēḇēṯ (a.k.a. Tevet, Tebeth & Tebetu) [טֵבֵת] (Hebrew Calendar) [Month 10 of 12]

#Holidays

[afactaday]

#aFactADay2022

#715: you know how much i love full circle, so were back to the bathroom of tomorrow! when it was opened, the president of the Crane Plumbing Company (Frank F Elliot) and the designer of the exhibition (Henry Dreyfuss) performed a valve-turning ceremony with Walt instead of a typical ribbon cut. dreyfuss was a famous industrial designer who designed the classic black telephone, the NY Central Hundson locomotive, the full NY Central Mercury train, some tractors, some alarm clocks, many models of upright hoovers, including one interesting design that hovered on its own exhaust, and a polaroid camera. interesting stuff. he wrote lots of design books, and designed very popular anthropometric charts called Joe and Josephine. he published a collection of ergonomic reference charts and an Authoritative Guide to International Graphic Symbols, which i would have impulsively bought if it werent nearly 50 quid. i think he was also a founding member of the ISO.

henry and his wife committed suicide in 1972 under unknown circumstances. his wife was terminally ill and they left notes. the authorities published the cause of death as carbon monoxide poisoning at the time. and the bathroom? that was replaced by a Fun Foto booth.

#afactaday #aFactADay2022 #fact of the day #fotd715 #this post was auto-posted by flanbot

[remixinc]

Vogue "I Love New York" from Peter Spark on Vimeo.

Created and Directed by Bardia Zeinali Written by Jeremy O. Harris Fashion Editor: Jorden Bickham Narrated by Whoopi Goldberg Produced by Peter Spark and Natalie Pfister for One Thirty-Eight Productions

Cast: Paperboy Prince, Julia Fox, Paloma Elsesser, Emily Ratajkowski, Richie Shazam, Misty Copeland, Sean Bennett, Tashawn “Whaffle” Davis, LeeRock Starski, May Hong, David Byrne, Dara Allen, Ceyenne Doroshow, Tyshawn Jones, Raquel Willis, Akira Armstrong, Nicholas Heller, Tic and Tac, Ari Serrano, Naomi Otsu, Indya Moore, Bella Hadid, Erma Campy, Parker Kit Hill, Soul Tigers Marching Band, Kitty Kitty, Josephine Giordano, Ashley aka bestdressed, Eman Abbas, the Rockettes (Jackie Aitken, Tiffany Billings, Katie Hamrah, Alicia Lundgren), Joan Smalls, Leiomy Maldonado

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Edited by Will Town at Modern Post

Production Managers: Hye-Young Shim, Hayley Stephon Wardrobe Coordinator: Leo Becerra Location Manager: Miles Sobeleski Production: Andrew Carbone, Andrew Gowen, Auguste Taylor-Young, Ben Elias, Francis McKenzie, Hased Ike, Henry Pskowski, Jacob Gottlieb, Liam Wahl, Lucas Veltrie, Luis Jaramillo, Matt Nussbaum, Max Thuemler, Zach Berry

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Makeup: Emi Kaneko

Set Design: Hans Maharawal

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Detective Cassidy arrests Reverend Mother for grand larceny in May 1939. Dressed in her trademark white when it happens, she must seem like a fallen angel. She posts her $1,500 bail, either from her coffer of tithes or from an emergency collection.

For her part, Helen Sebastiani tells investigators she’s never spoken to Reverend Mother‚ much less Angelo, about marriage. Helen also affirms her devotion to the defendant. “I never received any pay from Mother for my work; I did it for pleasure for what I had received from the Lord,” Helen says. “As soon as she comes out I will go back to her again.” Helen’s loyalty is a hallmark of Reverend Mother’s congregation, which investigators refer to as a “cult” in their report on the case. “The members … believe that many miracles of ‘cure’ have been performed by the Lord through the prayers of the Reverend Mother Carbone,” the report states. “It is apparent that they are, for the most part, simple minded Italians, and, in some instances, their abnormal psychological trends have been sublimated into religious fanaticism until now they are completely under the domination of the Reverend Mother.”

The jury convicts her on January 30, 1940. Newspapers across the country pick up a United Press wire story and truncate it for their audiences. Readers in Austin, Texas, wake up the next morning to the headline “Miracle Fails Reverend Mother.” In Cedar Rapids, Iowa, it’s simply “Miracle Fails.” Reverend Mother awaits sentencing in the New York Women’s House of Detention. She considers herself a martyr, the Joan of Arc of the House of D. At her behest, her followers travel from Brooklyn into Manhattan. They gather across the street from the prison and wait for her to wave a handkerchief, according to Joey Otranto. Hours pass. Without access to a bathroom, some parishioners resort to urinating on the steps of a neighboring apartment building.

The day of her sentencing, March 6, Reverend Mother protects her assets. She sells her eight-room house for $100 to Harry Brody, one of the two attorneys on her defense team, in the presence of Anna Grasso. It turns out to be an unnecessary step, because Judge Edwin L. Garvin implements the jury’s recommendation for leniency. In one breath, he lays out a prison term of three to ten years in Bedford Hills Correctional Facility for Women. In the next, he suspends Reverend Mother’s sentence—“on condition that she behave herself in the future and that she make restitution of the stolen money,” according to the Brooklyn Eagle—and places her on probation.

Reverend Mother’s brief cycle through the criminal justice system neither reforms her nor protects her victims, including 22-year-old Jennie Otranto. “When she came out of the court,” Jennie will later write, “she asked me to go home with her to resume my former duties.”

[...]

That night, Jennie assumes a familiar position: She curls up to sleep in her clothes, using her coat as a blanket. “She saw me lying on the floor,” Jennie will later say of Reverend Mother, “and said nothing.”

  —  The Shadow and The Ghost

#christine grimaldi #the shadow and the ghost #history #religion #christianity #pentecostalism #cults #crime #la cappella dei miracoli #usa #italian americans #josephine carbone #jennie otranto

[ammg-old]

But what seemed like merriment was really zeal, and what looked like participation was submission. The Otranto kids didn’t know it yet, but the music emanating from La Cappella dei Miracoli was a death knell: Once they heard it, their childhoods were over.

#history #christianity #religion #child abuse #spiritual abuse #italy #usa #josephine carbone

[karinaemelie]

«I've been so wrong about» he comments. «All this time I thought you were different, better, but instead you're just like all these people around you. Valentine was right all along: you were born to be by his side».

If he had slapped me I would have felt less pain. I barely hold back the tears and continue to stare at him in disbelief.

«How can you say that to me?».

He turns a bitter smile on me. «Because you have become everything you hated. Because you love a man who beats you. Jesus Christ, Lena! He's constantly hurting you and you don't even seem to care! You... I have to go!».

Adam pulls me away from the door and quickly exits the library, leaving me alone to shake with anger and disappointment....

#bestoftheday #inlove #joel kinnaman #goodvibes #booksbooksbooks #bookish #in love #the dark side of us #altered carbon #bookseverywhere #takeshi kovacs #the killing #stephen holder #suicidesquad #colonel rick flag #josephine langford #after

[bunnyplots]

Finally rewatched Willy Wonka and my new appreciation thoughts have arrived.

1. Mr. Turkentine is how I feel Snape should have been. Arrogant, silly, loud, a little overconfident, and actually in love with teaching even though he's kind of a hard ass sometimes. This is coming from an ex Snape fangirl for reference.

1a. He's still one of my favorite characters.

1b. I may write a crossover fic, who knows?

2. Charlie's boss is amazing. Why can't more bosses be like him?

3. The candy man at the beginning is definitely banging Wonka. He knew about the edible dishes. That's all the evidence I need I will not be taking questions at this time.

3. Grandma Josephine is delightful and a treasure and I think once she moved into the factory she knitted Wonka a sweater.

4. I still have crushes on lots of people in this movie to this day. We all know about Gene but the candy man from the beginning, the rich lady who didn't want to pay her husband's ransom with Wonka bars, and several others have always made the cut too.

5. Machine to win the golden tickets man is, and will always be annoying af.

6. My favorite Oompa Loompa has not changed. He's the tall slender one, with way more emotion than most of them.

7. Julie Dawn Cole was the perfect choice for Veruca. She fucking nailed the part of the spoiled brat and had amazing stage presence.

8. Was Wonka alerted to Charlie and Grandpa Joe's transgression with the fizzy lifting drinks or did he make an educated guess when they showed up late to the goose room? Additionally, was he happy because they figured out the burp thing, and that added to his "test"?

8a. I now understand why Grandpa Joe said "sorry I asked" after Wonka tells him about all the sodas being used as fuel in the Wonkamobile. He and Charlie just narrowly escaped being killed by the fan after the fizzy lifting drinks, and the explanation of the carbonated soda having fuel power landed a little too close to home.

8b. Was this a small hint on Wonka's part that he knew about the fizzy lifting drinks?

9. Wilder nailed Wonka from the book far better than Depp. He was well spoken, weird af, a little mad, unpredictable, sarcastic without being childish, and joyful in his chosen profession.

9a. I don't like the book overly well. It's kinda cute, but for the most part Dahl's bigotry was showcased more than the story by his literary choices. The 71 movie helped get rid of a lot of that.

10. I still don't really care about what happens to the kids. I know everyone wants some sort of woke analysis of the movie along the lines of "Wonka's a villain and serial killer at worst, irresponsible and mean at best" but I Just. Don't. Care. Fuck off if you want to come on here and rant about that.

11. My avoidance of life with Gene Wilder fangirling is strengthened by watching this tonight. My crush is fortified. I will die an old man crushing on Gene Wilder and singing Pure Imagination. Fight me.

#willy wonka and the chocolate factory #willy wonka #gene wilder #bunnyplots ramblings #fandom #harry potter #severus snape

[dehumanises]

TRIGGER WARNING: MANIPULATION, CHILD ABUSE, PARENTAL NEGLECT, DIVORCE, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, DRUGS, MENTAL ILLNESSES, VIOLENCE, DELINQUENCY, MISCONDUCTS.

FULL NAME: Gabriel Son, Iseul [ 이슬 ].

DATE OF BIRTH: February 20th, 2000 [ 22 ]. 

GENDER / PRONOUNS / ORIENTATION / STATUS: Cisgender male / Masculine — he, him, his / Homosexual homoromantic / Single, has been for a year more or less.

AFFILIATION / POSITION: Assistant forger for The Syndicate since mid-2019 / Recruited via his mentor; specialised in forging paintings, especially when it comes to the works of Jackson Pollock and Mark Rothko, with additional capabilities in mimicking other styles, namely Jean-Claude Monet’s impressionism, as well as romantic styles with aptitude towards classical, renaissance areas. Not specialised in them as of yet, but working towards expanding his territorial expertise.

EDUCATION: A graduate from Seoul Foreign School and Trinity School in Manhattan / Currently a 4th year undergraduate student of New York University’s Steinhardt school of art, majoring in Studio Art.

FAMILY MEMBERS: 01. / Son Junsu / father, 58 / Seoul, South Korea / CEO of their family-owned business, a shareholder and investor well-known amidst the business world, a prominent businessman that leads the entire corporation dwelling mostly in the manufacturing of frozen goods, cooking ingredients, as well as winery industry centered in Ulsan, although they have also moved to invest in shipbuilding parts for the last decade, gaining significant fortune, alongside their endeavours in buying and owning shares of several renowned businesses. 02. / Josephine Ahn-Carbone / mother, 56 / Tuscany, Italy / a socialite, also known for various critiques of arts, specifically in renaissance and impressionism paintings; an avid collectors of arts, often seen in various galas, who also purchases a lot of art pieces from auctions incognito via services. 03. / Herald Carbone / step-father, 61 / Tuscany, Italy / a businessman from a family renowned in Italy, married to Josephine four years ago, has been living and travelling with her since; he’s known for his line of works in curating arts, fashion designing, as well as pioneering several clubs, especially for specific automobile brands. 04. / Adriel Son / sister, 28 / New York City, USA / a fashion designer and socialite, currently no longer living with any of her family member; known for her rising competence in the world of niche fashion line, catering more towards the famous, her exposures often sourced from her own influence among the wealthy considering their family’s social status. 05. / Daniel Son / brother, 26 / Seoul, South Korea / COO of Son Corporations, currently the one family member to inherit their family’s line of work, the successor of the father; he mainly delves in the work of technological advancement, and while he’s the closest to the father, he’s isolated from his siblings who pretty much are ignored when it comes to the family’s business empire.

TRAITS: [ + ] Competitive, intelligent, perceptive, persistent, cunning, ambitious, charismatic, adaptable, witty, calculative, ambitious, versatile. [ - ] Jealous, judgmental, taciturn, arrogant, unfeeling, manipulative, uncaring, selfish, volatile, cruel.

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE: Implied symptoms of psychopathy, recurrent violent behaviours in the past now better cloaked; picked up several fights to manipulate the situations into self-defense. Diagnosed dysthymia, fluctuating mood that mostly rests in the depressive spectrum. Manifesting symptoms of borderline personality disorder, mainly the splitting part. Past abuse from his mother, but shows not much of psychological resemblance as her sadistic, occasionally manic swings. 

NOTABLE PHYSICAL DETAILS: Long hair, typically shoulder-length, bleached, sometimes left to blonde, sometimes dyed to red, fading to pink; 1.8m, lean, toned; leisure yet standoffish gaits, often found in a rather distinct impressions for the most parts, but can adapt to becoming less attention-seeking when necessary, furtive moves adjustable; casual clothing on most days, combining designer t-shirts, skintight jeans, and sneakers or combat boots; a broad range of different styles for occasions, depending on how formal he has to be; both ears pierced — helix, industrial, orbital, lobe; no tattoos as of now.

INTERESTS / HOBBIES / ACTIVITIES: Dancing freestyle, combining the styles of jazz, hiphop, and ballet; able to play several music instruments, primarily piano, violin, and self-taught gayageum; fencing, taught by his old friends at high school; self-defence, primarily in taekwondo techniques, but his tendencies towards knife fight is more prominent with preference towards reverse grips; a penchant towards having some street skills, including lockpicking and pickpocketing, although this is not widely known, just part of his juvenile delinquency; can be found quick-sketching while people-watching at cafés; a heavyweight social drinker, non-smoker, nearly no records of drug usage beyond prescriptions.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS: Older sister, past-tutors, mentor that introduced him to the affiliates, teachers and friends from past and present educations, high-end society circles, casual friends, future monogamous partner, unrequited crush, flirtatious banters, psychiatrist he occasionally visits when he feels like it, party goers, social climbers.

             ——— ...

If eloquence comes sans tongue, he must have embodied it all too well.

Within the parentheses of elegance often billowed in high-end definitions of magazines, newspapers, articles, those who siphon their living through the edge of the rich would have heard of his family, specifically his father. The silhouettes of gold were all that the last son would know, emblazoning the horizon of a house that became the flask of loneliness.

… Eventually, the cusp of destruction.

Think about this: an empire carries on its shoulder an heir. Not three, not two, but who would have cared about the girl that could carry herself well enough to marry rich one day?

The last son, in the end, bears the burden of neglect.

He could count the number of seeing appa home, the amount fewer than the beads of eomma’s rosary within each week. On his back was, is the best clothing, and on his head was, is the best ceiling. One that is unreachable, always. There is no flaw allowed in the diction of a king, and so, there is no flaw allowed in the faction of a prince. In which his father crowned his brother early on, he realised that he would never be within the equation for a father that did not need any incidental addition to the sum.

& then, there is his mother, in all her artistic glory, keen eyes, keener mouth. He inherits her lips, alongside the spiels of everything that renders her another case of ripe and ruin: overflowing melancholy to accompany her relentless pursuit of art, tinted with tendencies to sear thoughts into others. In retrospect, nothing is more beautiful than the fruits of terror. She is the poltergeist that colours his mind in the late hours of the night, her dark a sigh of memory. Remember: she is the vestige that shapes him into the mould just like him. She was not allowed to touch her first son, but her second was dispensable. A father would have no use of two sons, the rift in the family uncalled for. As such, she ripped apart his insides, tearing at the seams of his mind as she chipped away at his sanity. Sometimes, she coaxed; sometimes, she screamed.

( Most of those times, however, in the corridors of the house that no longer felt like home, she sought company in her withering hours. A child should not be a child if he did not sate his mother’s sadness, after all, and what was the better way to quell the cry than to take it as his own? )

Silly, silly little boy with his clumsy hands and flimsy touch.

Growing up with vast collections of arts, he absorbed the styles, the symbols. There was no pride in imitation, however, when he wasn’t an exquisite one at coming up with his own signature. A shame. For his father, then for his mother. She was a revered critique, quoted in articles in various art columns. A distinguished taste, she afforded too many pieces she might as well construct her own gallery, and she could have. At the cost of love, though, and she did not want it anymore when the husband was never home, the son was never home. No, not this son, not this failure in progress.

He was doomed to fail, and yet, the choice was not his.

In her frustration was her incinerating everything he could ever love: dancing, but she’d stop sending him to his ballet classes after he fell in love with the pirouettes, and then music, but she’d stop spending on his piano lessons after he mastered a classical partiture. It was not, is not art. Or… she simply would love to take away everything that he loved, the way he took away everything that she loved. Unintentional on his end, but.

He was barely ten when eomma decided that she might as well pack her bags, leaving nothing behind except everything that he had ever come to know: the paintings, marking his hands in invisible hues. She left the house behind with him inside it, as well as the scattered collages of his dashed dreams. He could never be the next Monet, after all.

Looking back, there must be reluctance shared between his parents over his custody. / Again, who would want a child that felt more foreign than not?

His first psychological examination was at the tender age of eleven, evaluated in response to his father’s request: while his mother was periodically manic, he was more on the catatonic side. Less enthusiasm, bearing detachment that appa did not want to deal with. He sent him to school in New York, with the sister whose life mimicked the glitz portrayed on televisions. She was eighteen then, living the life, living the love. There was no room for care, so he developed his own sense of survival after a year. Eomma was not there, at least, so he picked up where he left off with the lessons.

The paint, though, did sear the impression of pain. Therefore, he continued with the mimicking, considering how his teachers prior hadn’t granted him that liberty either. His first tutor in the city which language he spoke with an accent was a curator. Mediocre at best in painting, but the man did want easy money. He wasn’t there to train the next Gogh, leaving a sour taste on Gabriel’s tongue.

… Gabriel, because he discarded Iseul, keeping the ashes in the urn back in Seoul.

The most effortless lesson for the man was to train him to differentiate each style, then each punctuation in each piece of art that he could tell what made eomma love Monet so much. Or so he thought.

He left the man for another mentor that asked whether he could tell which exact paint was chosen for the paintings exhibited in the museum. It was summer, he remembers this distinctly because it was sweltering, without school to suffocate him with endless lessons geared towards the striving students of the wealthy. No, there were too many shades of blue that leaned more towards the green, the transition from cyan to teal all too obvious. He couldn’t pinpoint the name of each pigment, but the man picked up his penchant for details. Extremely so.

A lavish name card later, printed on textured paper with muted gold print emboss for the name, it wasn’t a prestigious art academy. Instead, the man’s studio was a warehouse. He recognised Monet’s paintings from the get-go, precisely imitated.

No, forged.

Fifteen. He picked up the brushes in manners that exploited his extreme pedantic nature, his artistic tendencies a syllable away from ‘perfection’. His favourite styles were what had never been hung in his mother’s space. Abstract impressionism. There were too many ways to interpret a piece from Pollock, but he would always, always see it with anger.

The rest of the years passed. He was freshly enrolled in NYU when his mentor introduced him to the world that dove deep under. Fortune beyond what was perceived; it might not be purely a white-collar work description, but it was so alluring, the way the world so dark inviting him in with the promise of vengeance.

Yes, eomma took everything that he loved, until he was, is nothing more than a shell. & so, yes, he would be taking parts in the counterfeit industry, actively ruining everything that eomma loves.

#dev. #wb.intro #tw parental neglect #tw divorce #tw mental abuse #tw mental illness #tw manipulation #tw violence

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Thursday 28 June 1838

7 20

10 ½

rained all and very rainy morning F66° at 7 ½ am – breakfast at 8 ¾ - still rain and off in the rain from the Hotel de France (quite au auberge but good eating and good beds and good sort of people and civil servants) Barbezieux at 9 ½ - not one peep of the old castle we sketched with so much pleasure in 1830 – too dark to see it last night – turned into a barrack 2 or 3 years ago – B- as we drove off in the rain this morning seemed a poor little place but in a fine well wooded country – corn, and Indian ditto, and vines, and potatoes – have seen very little wheat – the best (and some good) on the high ground just out of Barbezieux and fine as before Spanish chesnut trees parkwise – Reignac,  a little church little village – overheard the maitre de poste observe of my carriage ‘il y a bien peu de berlines à present’ – I do not remember to have seen one on the road all the way from Paris – changed horses in 3 minutes, and off again at 10 ¾ at which time fair, having rained all the way – never fair since 12 ½ last night? at 11 (1/4 hour from Reignac) Copse forest of very cut-leaved oak and some young firs Pinus maritima?   La Graulle, a farm-house – asleep to la Garde Montliere (bourg) at 11 47 – asleep again –at Chiersac in 20 minutes single house – asked A- to have Noyau  soon after setting out  now and her tone of voice was the sign for my saying no more I have never spoken since dullish work  Off from Chiersac at 12 20 – my Itinéraire mentions Landes – rare nowadays – so far the ground is almost everywhere wood or in cultivation generally green hedges along the road sides – Began to rain again soon after leaving Chiersac – at Cavignac, good village at 1 21, 2 pp. [?]  in 57 minutes in spite of the rain – had dozed great part of the way – Just out of Cavignac, nice fig tree against cottage end – 1st I have seen – fine country – our postilion  (4th a la basque our 3rd à la basque being from Chiersac) turned his blanket-cloak wrong side before against the rain and thus kept himself dry – at 2 35 drive thro’ the tolerable little town of St. André de Cubzac (Itinéraire says 1,000 inhabitants) and at 2 53 Sabot and down into good village of Cubzac – Dordogne, muddy with the rain – and road as the Garonne at Bordeaux – 3 piers on the river with iron-work on them and about 30 arches this side and 27 or 28 on the other for a suspension bridge – Picturesque remain (right) of old gateway between 2 round towers

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and large quarry of soft white sandstone of which they seem to be building the bridge – at the water’s edge at 3 – 4 fresh horses came in 10 minutes and embarked at 3 17 a sail astern, and 6 horses turning the wheel in the middle of our broad-raft-like vessel worked us across in 13 minutes and we landed (drove out of the vessel as we drove in) at 3 ½ - hedges and like England except for the vines which here and all today (from Barbezieux) have seemed generally old plants – old rugged sterns perhaps a couple of feet? high from which spring the young shoots – rye quite yellow and barley turning fast – nowhere so forward as here – hill-surrounded, wooded, well peopled fine rich plane – Carbon blanc (good white village) at 4 – all the villages white when clean and new – from top of hill at 4 27 1st view of the fine Garonne, and bridge and Bordeaux and its seven spires – very fine view spite of the rain – hill side on our left, in the descent, walled up with a bur-wall (not much burred) but having at about every 2 yards along the bottom loop-holes 3 or 4 in. wide and 2ft.+ long   capital to let the water off and take off all strain from the wall – beautiful descent – beautifully rounded wooded hills and vineyards left and rich plane right – then at 4 ½ fine double avenue of youngish elms and poplars up to the river – cross the magnificent bridge of 17 arches (500ft. long and 45ft. wide) at 4 ¾ and alight at the hotel de Rouen at 4 50 – very good humoured looking civil maitresse d’hotel – 2 rooms au 1er opening into each other – looking into the court, small and glazed over like a conservatory – but our rooms must be 15ft. high – too lofty to be close – dinner at 5 50 to 6 ½ - I had had a bad headache ever since crossing the Dardogne and A- said she had also a very [bad] headache – she would go out with me – out from 7 to 8 55 – sauntered to the place Dauphine, theatre Français, cathedral and a very civil booksellers in the Fosses’ du chapeau Rouge no. 17 – bought Itinéraire des Pyrénées and inquired for Charpentiers’ map – not to be had without the work itself and this not to be had in Bordeaux – to be sent for to Paris – the carriage would be per poste 1 sol per [short] that is 1 short 8vo = 8 leaves or 16 pp. .:. the no. of pages of the work x 1 sol = the price of carriage to St. Sauveur Poste restante – 16 except two or three times asking her to have Noyau I never spoke from Barbezieux to Bordeaux  spoke a little this evening but she is terrible  I never before knew the misery of solitude  she is with me and yet I have not a soul to speak to  she is a human being at my elbow and I am alone oh that I was well rid of her – very rainy day but fair from 7pm to 9 pm F66 ½° at 10 10 pm  had Josephine at 9 – sat reading Itinéraire des Pyrénées till 10 pm