#journal du fool

[meanbossart]

Massive ask compilation time OH LORD

YES, her journals are a fun read. I somewhat wish there was more to her and The Dark Urge's interactions, too - she's wonderfully evil and clearly very attached to you if you're playing as that character, but I had hoped there was more of a reason for her obsession besides just "you were fun to cut up", haha. I remember reading her journal over a couple of times looking for something I might have missed.

His reaction was pretty in line with the Narrator's cues, just immediate rage over what she had done to him - DU Drow may be a masochist but that's reserved for people he cares about! So, her and her posse met a swift end. Also, despite the fact that the whole tadpole thing turned out being for the best, I think he's easily overtaken by resentment over his lost glory-days whenever faced with it so directly (he misses living in obliviousness) - not to mention his profound fear of vulnerability, and of feeling... Small. The way Kressa spoke to and of him would have absolutely shook him to his core, especially by doing so in front of the others.

[MORE UNDER CUT]

THANK YOU so much for your kind words first of all! As for the question, it depends a bit on the timeline; his dislike of female drow, especially at the start of his tadpole'd journey is pretty irrational and faith status wouldn't be of too much relevance, he just thinks It's in their nature to want to put him down and be conniving, and wants nothing to do with them.

Later, and especially post-game, he might at least give them a chance to prove they aren't "like other drow", though it would take him a lot to ever let his guard down entirely - UNLESS you seem like a complete fool LOL he's actually easy to trick into dismissing you as long as you don't mind playing the role of a dumb idiot.

But if not, he'd have an extremely short patience for any attempts to exert authority over him or his actions - or jokes at his expense, or any level of smugness or secrecy. Nymea would definitely feel kept at arms length because of the gender+race combo alone and have to put up with a lot of snideness. Basically, she'd have to treat this 6'4" feet tall freak with kids gloves to ever develop a rapport LOL

But also... The vampirism may "help"? He'd consider her a "lesser drow" for it. In that regard her attitudes toward Astarion would probably come to be relevant. I'm not sure about that aspect of it to be honest!

First of all, this is a hysterical scenario because he Would just fucking put the ring on without thinking about it LOL so thank you for the laugh that mental image just provided me with.

Oh he wouldn't care though. I mean, he dislikes drow in general, but he is a drow (up for debate, but you know, generally speaking) and he thinks he's pretty great. As long as he's still huge and strong he could wake up a woman tomorrow and not give a damn. And, frankly, his dick could turn into a pussy at any point in time and it wouldn't change anything about his character save for having to add a recurring UTI problem to his character sheet - he'd probably have fun with it.

TOTALLY FAIR, I'm very sorry it went past the point of enjoyment for you, but I'm glad you knew when to put it down!!! We're in our hand-holding and elf-smooching era now with the occasional visceral description of violence LOL SO YOU'RE WELCOME IN IF YOU'D LIKE. Thank you for dropping by!

Just putting this here because - I actually haven't decided yet, so that's pretty funny you asked LOL I'm leaning eyes closed though, nothing like a smooch to calm the big weirdo down.

HAHAHAH WELCOME BACK, I've been around this whole time! But I was hanging out on twitter for the most part. HOPE YOU'RE INTO THE DND STUFF LOL

DROW DURGES RISE UP I'll be honest with you friend, DU drow's lore has been as accidental as something like that can be, so much of it has felt completely organic in the way it came up - I guess that's what good RPG does to your brain. The rest of it has just been a wonderful opportunity to develop my writing that I decided to take full advantage of this year. Thank you so much for the lovely message!

---

Aaaaand I can barely muster something to say that feels like an appropriate response, but again I wanted to acknowledge all the sweet compliments people take the time to leave in my inbox. Some of you guys' comments about the things I create blow me away, I think I'm pretty confident in my art but... Damn, makes me so happy to know the stuff I create can hold a little special place to some folks. Thank you all so, so much for taking time out of your day to spread a little kindness around, and make mine a little better.

Again, thank you all for humoring me, have a lovely day folks!

#ask #DU drow

[page-2-ids]

Somnockia: A gender related to the passage of time, dreamy colors, foggy weather, decades worth of leather-bound journals filled with cursive writing, massive dark academia-ish libraries, aging, feeling your life slipping through your fingers, knowledge that only comes from living, funerals, graves, crumbling headstones, and melancholy. It could also be related to the Aerosmith song Dream On and the Guns N’ Roses cover of Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door. Some also may experience this gender through a Saudania lense/as a Saudania gender, though that won’t apply to all users.

Some lyrics that describe the theme of this gender, and that it may be related to though it doesn’t have to be, are:

“The past is gone || It went by like dusk to dawn”

“I know nobody knows || Where it comes and where it goes”

“Half my life’s in book’s written pages || Lived and learned from fools and from sages”

“Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away”

“Mama, take this badge from me || I can’t use it anymore || It’s gettin’ dark, too dark to see”

“That cold black cloud is comin’ down”

“Feels like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door”

The name comes from a mix of Som(n) from somnium or somnus (the latin words for dream and sleep respectively), (n)ock from Knockin’, and ia from Dreamiagender or Saudania

The colors are inspired by my associations with the vibe of this term

This was for the third day of my coining event! Prompt: Dream On (Aerosmith) // Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door (any version)

Suggested Names and Pronouns 🔽🔽🔽

Pronouns: (just a heads up, my dark academia pronouns aren’t part of this suggestion - as much as I like those, this doesn’t feel like it has enough of a focus on it to justify that)

A/Aven/Aver/Avers/Avenself

Cur/Cursive/Cursive/Cursives/Cursiveself

Curs/Cursive/Cursive/Cursives/Cursiveself

Curse/Cursive/Cursive/Cursives/Cursiveself

Cursi/Cursive/Cursive/Cursives/Cursiveself

Cursiv/Cursive/Cursive/Cursives/Cursiveself

Cursiv/Cursive/Cursives/Cursives/Cursiveself

Cursive/Cursive/Cursive/Cursives/Cursiveself

Cursive/Cursive/Cursives/Cursives/Cursiveself

Daw/Dawn/Dawns/Dawns/Dawnself

Dawn/Dawn/Dawns/Dawns/Dawnself

De/Decade/Decades/Decades/Decadeself

Dec/Decade/Decades/Decades/Decadeself

Deca/Decade/Decades/Decades/Decadeself

Decade/Decade/Decades/Decades/Decadeself

Dre/Dream/Dreams/Dreams/Dreamself

Dre/Dreamer/Dreamer/Dreamers/Dreamerself

Drea/Dream/Dreams/Dreams/Dreamself

Drea/Dreamer/Dreamer/Dreamers/Dreamerself

Dream/Dream/Dreams/Dreams/Dreamself

Dream/Dreamer/Dreamer/Dreamers/Dreamerself

Dreame/Dreamer/Dreamer/Dreamers/Dreamerself

Dreamer/Dreamer/Dreamer/Dreamers/Dreamerself

Dreamer/Dreamer/Dreamers/Dreamers/Dreamerself

Dreamy/Dreamer/Dreamer/Dreamers/Dreamerself

Dus/Dusk/Dusks/Dusks/Duskself

Dusk/Dusk/Dusks/Dusks/Duskself

Fog/Fog/Fogs/Fogs/Fogself

Gra/Grave/Graves/Graves/Graveself

Grave/Grave/Graves/Graves/Graveself

Gray/Grave/Graves/Graves/Graveself

Grey/Grave/Graves/Graves/Graveself

He/Heaven/Heavens/Heavens/Heavenself

Hea/Heaven/Heavens/Heavens/Heavenself

Heav/Heaven/Heavens/Heavens/Heavenself

Heave/Heaven/Heavens/Heavens/Heavenself

Heaven/Heaven/Heavens/Heavens/Heavenself

Jo/Journal/Jour/Jours/Journalself

Jo/Journal/Journals/Journals/Journalself

Jour/Journal/Jour/Jours/Journalself

Jour/Journal/Journals/Journals/Journalself

Jorna/Journal/Jour/Jours/Journalself

Jorna/Journal/Journals/Journals/Journalself

Jornal/Journal/Jour/Jours/Journalself

Jornal/Journal/Journals/Journals/Journalself

Le/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Lea/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Leath/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Leathe/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Leather/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leathers/Leatherself

Pas/Past/Past/Pasts/Pastself

Past/Past/Past/Pasts/Pastself

Past/Past/Pasts/Pasts/Pastself

Xae/Xaem/Xaem/Xaems/Xaemself

Xae/Xaem/Xaems/Xaems/Xaemself

Xae/Xaem/Xaer/Xaers/Xaemself

Names:

Angel

Choly

Cholia

Daunia

Dawn

Don

Dream

Dreamer

Dusk

Fog

Foggy

Mela

Meli

Mella

Melli

Mort

Mortis

Mortus

Mortuus

Nevaeh

Nia

Noctis

Nocturn

Noctus

Nox

Sage

Saudan

Som

Somn

Somni

Somnium

Tru

True

#death mention #dream on collection #Guns N Roses Knockin On Heavens Door Collection #religion mention #cre coining event #musicagender #songgender #song gender #aerosmithgender #nrosesgender #mogai #mogai term #mogai gender #mogai coining #liom #liom gender #liom coining #liom term #term coining #gender coining #coining post #xeno coining #xenogender #xenogender pride #xenogender coining #mogai community #liom community #xenogender community

[fuffette]

1Q84 by Haruki Murakami Invisibility: A Manifesto by Audrey Szasz Bunny by Mona Awad Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins Player Piano by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. The Sentence by Louise Erdrich Her Body and Other Parties: Stories by Carmen Maria Machado The Encyclopedia of the Dead by Danilo Kiš One Hundred Shadows by Jungeun Hwang Nights at the Circus by Angela Carter The Castle of Crossed Destinies by Italo Calvino The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami Amrita by Banana Yoshimoto Whale by Myeong-Kwan Cheon The Cat Who Saved Books by Sōsuke Natsukawa Lonely Castle in the Mirror by Mizuki Tsujimura The Minuscule Mansion of Myra Malone by Audrey Burges The Probable Future by Alice Hoffman Garden Spells by Sarah Addison Allen The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman by Angela Carter The Melancholy of Resistance by László Krasznahorkai Lapvona by Ottessa Moshfegh The Rings of Saturn by W.G. Sebald The Overstory by Richard Powers Poison by Kathryn Harrison Bitter Orange by Fuller, Claire We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Fowler, Karen Joy The Edible Woman by Atwood, Margaret A School for Fools by Sokolov, Sasha Ferdydurke by Gombrowicz, Witold The Iliac Crest by Rivera Garza, Cristina Paris Peasant by Aragon, Louis The Making of a Marchioness by Burnett, Frances Hodgson Where'd You Go, Bernadette by Semple, Maria Hell by Barbusse, Henri The Honk and Holler Opening Soon by Letts, Billie Find Me by Berg, Laura van den * Big Swiss by Beagin, Jen Mariana by Dickens, Monica The Lime Works by Bernhard, Thomas Dead Souls by Gogol, Nikolai Gargoyles by Bernhard, Thomas The Pachinko Parlour by Dusapin, Elisa Shua Lolly Willowes by Warner, Sylvia Townsend Rebecca by du Maurier, Daphne The Hearing Trumpet by Carrington, Leonora Jane Eyre by Brontë, Charlotte The Savage Detectives by Bolaño, Roberto Solitude: A Novel of Catalonia by Català, Víctor Almond by Sohn Won-Pyung My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Moshfegh, Ottessa Heaven by Kawakami, Mieko Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 by Cho Nam-joo Convenience Store Woman by Murata, Sayaka Iza's Ballad by Szabó, Magda The Door by Szabó, Magda Phantom Limb by Berry, Lucinda The Night Journal by Crook, Elizabeth Faces in the Water by Frame, Janet Three Apples Fell from the Sky by Abgaryan, Narine The Hottest Dishes of the Tartar Cuisine by Bronsky, Alina Eileen by Moshfegh, Ottessa I Am Homeless If This Is Not My Home by Moore, Lorrie The Stationery Shop by Kamali, Marjan Breasts and Eggs by Kawakami, Mieko Milkman by Burns, Anna The Maid by Prose, Nita The Guest by Cline, Emma Hang the Moon by Walls, Jeannette The Secret of Ventriloquism by Padgett, Jon The Salt Line by Jones, Holly Goddard Perdido Street Station by Miéville, China The Accursed by Oates, Joyce Carol Occupy Me by Sullivan, Tricia Poison Study by Snyder, Maria V. The Last Heir to Blackwood Library by Fox, Hester Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries by Fawcett, Heather Skylark by Kosztolányi, Dezső Blue of Noon by Bataille, Georges Ruth Hall and Other Writings by Fern, Fanny The Vegetarian by Han Kang Nadja by Breton, André Exquisite Corpse by Brite, Poppy Z. Ice by Kavan, Anna Kallocain by Boye, Karin Palimpsest by Valente, Catherynne M. Elena Knows by Piñeiro, Claudia Landor's Tower: Or Imaginary Conversations by Sinclair, Iain The Birthday Party by Mauvignier, Laurent The Magnolia Palace by Davis, Fiona Memories of the Future by Krzhizhanovsky, Sigizmund Under a Glass Bell by Nin, Anaïs Sugar by McFadden, Bernice L. Vintage Cisneros by Cisneros, Sandra Raising Hope by Willard, Katie Chodleros de Laclos Les Liasions Dangereuses by Various Daddy-Long-Legs by Webster, Jean Local Anaesthetic by Grass, Günter Don't Stop the Carnival by Wouk, Herman Confessions of Felix Krull by Mann, Thomas The House of Mirth by Wharton, Edith Radiant Terminus by Volodine, Antoine Shanghai Girls by See, Lisa The Master and Margarita by Bulgakov, Mikhail (Translator: Mirra Ginsburg) Owlish by Tse, Dorothy

undue influence by anita brookner slip of a fish by amy arnold beside myself by ann morgan blue ticket by sophie mackintosh nostalgia by mircea cartarescu I Keep My Exoskeletons to Myself by Crane, Marisa

#saved

[foolishnessofreceptionniste]

Réceptionniste définition

Comme l'indique la brochure, le but du réceptionniste est de donner la clé au client et de le conseiller pendant son séjour pour qu'il puisse visiter la région et surtout profiter de ce que l'hôtel a à offrir. Dans ce journal de bord, je montre des définitions, des objectifs et des réactions en tant que stagiaire chez ibis et en tant qu'étudiant chez H&C Conseil. Chacune des sections a des détails uniques et différents, tout le matériel est fourni dans l'intérêt de donner une impression de compréhension et d'efficacité et de réaction productive pour l'entreprise pour laquelle je travaille.

La réception est pleine de détails et de petites attentions au sein de l'entreprise Ibis. J'ai rassemblé ici une partie du travail à effectuer de la réception en question.

1 - Poste du matin : lire le cahier de consignes

Au cours de la journée, la réception et les collègues décrivent dans ce carnet ce qui s'est passé lors d'une réservation passée ou future, ainsi que les détails techniques tels que les pannes, etc. et les événements qui se sont produits au bureau.

2 - Poste du matin : Vérifier la caisse

À l'arrivée, il est nécessaire de vérifier si l'argent est intact depuis la nuit précédente, le but étant de voir si l'argent n'a pas bougé dans la caisse, et le réceptionniste doit déclarer que tout est inchangé pour poursuivre l'autre tâche du matin.

3 - Poste du matin : Faire la liste pour les femmes de chambre

Avec un format EXCEL. Nous trouvons une liste pour les femmes de ménage et déclarons quelles chambres ont été libérées pendant la matinée, de cette façon elles peuvent commencer à nettoyer, puis, pendant la matinée, elles peuvent continuer à libérer des chambres et elles viendront vérifier cela et continuer à nettoyer jusqu'à 13h.

4 - Poste du matin : Check Out

Les clients commencent à quitter les chambres et se rendent à la réception pour déclarer leur départ. Avec le système Fools, nous déclarons leur départ et imprimons leur facture s’ils doivent payer un repas au restaurant ou s’ils doivent payer leur réservation dans le cas de plusieurs jours de séjour.

5 - Poste du matin : Emails et appels téléphoniques pour les réservations ou les demandes de renseignements généraux

En général, nous recevons des courriels dans la matinée. Ces courriels sont utilisés pour répondre à des réservations futures ou passées, pour demander des factures ou des événements passés tels que des objets perdus pendant le séjour, etc. Les appels concernent les réservations d'hôtel ou les questions relatives à l'hôtel.

6 - Poste du matin : Le bureau du caissier, départ de l'équipe du matin

Avant de passer le relais au poste de réceptionniste de l'après-midi, les mouvements physiques d'argent doivent être clarifiés afin de déterminer les entrées et les sorties d'argent, de sorte que le réceptionniste déclare à son arrivée qu'il s'agit du même montant qu'avant.

7 - Poste du matin : Le livre des consignes

À la fin de l'équipe du matin, un rapport sur les événements de la matinée est remis au réceptionniste de l'après-midi, par exemple les chambres en maintenance, les pannes techniques générales, les événements et les réservations de courrier, les réservations de groupe, les rapports d'appels et les réorganisations téléphoniques, en général pour poursuivre les activités de l'après-midi et permettre au réceptionniste de l'après-midi de faire son travail.

8 - Poste de l'après-midi : Ecouter le rapport du livre de consignes et reporter le vocal du réceptionniste des interactions des activités du matin

9 - Poste de l'après-midi : La caisse

La caisse a réalisé des mouvements au cours de la matinée et c'est au réceptionniste de l'après-midi de vérifier si tous les numéros correspondent au bon compte.

10 - Poste de l'après-midi : Check In

Les clients arrivent dans l'après-midi et s'enregistrent (check in).

11 - Poste de l'après-midi : Boisson de bienvenue et réservations pour le restaurant

Les clients ont accès aux réservations de restaurant à leur arrivée, ces réservations doivent être vérifiées à l'aide d'un ticket indiquant le numéro de la chambre, les personnes et l'heure d'arrivée au restaurant. Il y a un temps limité pour valider les réservations, jusqu'à 18 heures.

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Damn Your Love, Damn Your Lies chp 11

here or read it below

It’s not like Daniel isn’t used to fighting with his significant other.  He’s got two divorces under his belt.  But he honestly doesn’t know what he did wrong with Rashid. Obviously, asking him about Louis like that was a bad idea.  But he had seemed upset even before that.

He needs to find him.  

Daniel finds Rashid by the pool.  He’s sitting on the edge and has his feet dangling in the water.  Daniel goes and sits next to him.  Rashid says nothing.

“I’m sorry I asked about Louis.  It was out of line.”

Rashid is still silent.  Daniel sighs and looks at his profile.  Rashid won’t look at him.  “The truth is I was being a jealous shit-head.  And you can fuck whoever you want, you don’t owe me anything.”

Rashid turns his head and looks at him.  He looks tired.  “What do you want, Daniel?”

“I want to make things right,” Daniel says.  “We only have so much time here, I don’t want to waste it fighting.”

“Yes, you’re leaving.”  Rashid doesn’t sound thrilled at the prospect.

“I’m going to miss you, you know,” Daniel says.  “I like you.  I barely know you, but I like you.”

“Then stay,” Rashid says, eyes intense.

And Daniel loves him, but that’s crazy.

“Baby, I can’t,” he says.  “I got a life to get back to.”

“A life that I am no part of,” Rashid says and stands briskly.  “I’ll see you later, Mr. Molloy.  Mr. de Pointe du Lac is having me for dinner.”

Daniel wants to stop him from leaving, but Rashid slips from his grasp when he grabs for his arm.  He can’t understand why Rashid is angry.  He started this thing saying he’d be Daniel’s secret.  Maybe he wants more?

But what is Daniel supposed to do?  Give up everything and move to Dubai for a man he’s known less than a fortnight?  A man less than half his age.  

What is he doing here?

/

When Rashid said that Louis was having him for dinner, Daniel didn’t think he meant literally.  But Daniel watches as Rashid takes the seat next to Louis and Louis pops at the vein in his neck.  Rashid lets out the smallest moan.  Then Louis is sucking at Rashid’s neck while Daniel is trying to read Claudia’s journals.

“It’s a kill list,” Daniel says, trying to focus on the journals and not Rashid.  Damek looked like it hurt.  Rashid doesn’t look like he’s hurting.  

“Yes,” Rashid says, looking at him.  He’s been staring at Daniel the whole time.  Daniel could feel it, even while he’s trying not to look.

“In a teenager’s handwriting, Daniel continues, as though watching this isn’t making him crazy.  As if the man he’s fucking doesn’t have another man’s mouth on his neck.  As if he didn’t hear Rashid moan for Louis.

“The final words of her victims,” says Rashid.  “There are forty-two pages if I remember correctly.”

“I’m trying to think of something more fucked up than this.”

“And how is your work any different?”  Rashid says, keeping eye contact. “Well, what do you think will happen to Mr. du Lac when you publish this book, when the other vampires of the world get their hands on it?”

“As long as they pay full freight,” Daniel says, feeling increasingly irritated.  Where does Rashid get off criticizing his work?  As if he isn’t working for a stone cold killer.  As if that killer isn’t sucking on his neck, right in front of Daniel.

Has been for a while, actually.  Longer than Damek got drunk from.

“They will make their way to Dubai.  They will scale the sides of this building, force their way inside, and paint the walls with his blood.”  

Louis pulls away from Rashid and exhales slowly.  Rashid stands up and moves a few steps closer to Daniel, pressing a tissue to his neck.  “You are chronicling a suicide.  Do not look down on Claudia.  Look in the mirror.”

Daniel looks at Rashid and feels like a fool.  Rashid is so worried for Louis’ safety.  Here he is, in love with him and he’s down bad for Louis.  But what else could he expect?  He’s an old man and Louis is a vampire.  He’s beautiful and immortal and rich.  Rashid has always been his.  Daniel never stood a chance. 

Why bother starting this thing at all, then?  Why pretend to care, if it means nothing?

“Rashid is an opinionated young man,” Louis says.  “He lives to share these opinions, even when they’re not solicited.”

Daniel remembers how Louis talked about the little drink.  Wonders if it feels as good for Rashid.  Louis certainly seemed to be enjoying himself before Rashid started talking.  He wonders-

“What’s he taste like?”  Louis says, dabbing his mouth with a napkin.  

“I didn’t ask that.”

“You were thinking it.”

“Stay out of my head,” Daniel says.

“Honey and pineapple,” Louis says, as if Daniel hasn’t spoken.  Daniel sighs heavily.  “He stuffs himself with both for days before he offers himself to me.  Would you like to sample?”

What kind of game is Louis playing here?  Does he know?

“I’ll wait till Damek comes around again.  I’m a savory man most days,” Daniel says, not looking at Rashid.  He can still feel his eyes on him.  

Damek nearly passed out after Louis fed on him.  Rashid was getting sucked on a lot longer, and he’s a lot smaller.  Something is up.

“I care for him more than he cares for himself,” Rashid says.  It’s probably the truest thing he’s said to Daniel.  “And I wouldn’t let you near my neck if you were–”

What’s gotten Rashid so worked up?  Things were fine and now he’s damn near hostile.

Sixty-two and a half kilograms,” Louis cuts in.  

“What?” Rashid says.

“138 pounds for the metrically challenged,” Louis says and glances over at Rashid.  “Daniel here was wondering how much you weigh, Rashid, so I told him–”

“Stay out of my head,” Daniel says, closing his eyes.  He doesn’t want Louis to see any of his thoughts, much less the ones centered on Rashid.

“Sleep, pray, eat, pray, swim, pray, et cetera.  On days he’s a plump 139, I believe he swims twice.  Metronomic, my Rashid.”

‘My’ Rashid.  Daniel feels like such a goddamn idiot.  

It’s petty but he pushes his cup towards Rashid and demands a refill.  Rashid glares at him for a moment, then leaves to go get his refill.  Daniel can feel the anger rolling off him as he goes.  He turns his attention back to Louis, and to doing his damn job.

This thing with Rashid was a distraction.  He should have known better than to indulge in it.  

It’s a mistake he won’t make again.

#iwtv fic

[garudabluffs]

The Births of Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin, February 12, 1809

READ MORE https://landmarkevents.org/the-births-of-abraham-lincoln-and-charles-darwin-1809/

February 12, 2023

Heather Cox Richardson

"On February 12, 1809, Abraham Lincoln was born in Kentucky. Exactly 100 years later, journalists, reformers, and scholars meeting in New York City deliberately chose the anniversary of his birth as the starting point for the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP).

Supporters of the project included muckraking journalists Ray Stannard Baker and Ida B. Wells, and sociologist W. E. B. Du Bois, who had been a founding member of the Niagara Movement, a Black civil rights organization formed in 1905. In 1910, Du Bois would choose to leave his professorship at Atlanta University to become the NAACP’s director of publicity and research. For the next 14 years, he would edit the organization’s flagship journal The Crisis.

While The Crisis was a newspaper, a literary magazine, and a cultural showcase, its key function reflected the journalistic sensibilities of those like Baker, Wells, and especially Du Bois: it constantly called attention to atrocities, discrimination, and the ways in which the United States was not living up to its stated principles. At a time when violence and suppression were mounting against Black Americans, Du Bois and his colleagues relentlessly spread knowledge of what was happening.

That use of information to rally people to the cause of equality became a hallmark of the NAACP. It challenged racial inequality by calling popular attention to racial atrocities and demanding that officials treat people equally before the law."

"In 1944 the secretary of the NAACP’s Montgomery, Alabama, chapter, Rosa Parks, investigated the gang rape of 25-year-old Recy Taylor by six white men after two grand juries refused to indict the men despite their confessions. Parks pulled women’s organizations, labor unions, and Black rights groups together into a new “Committee for Equal Justice” to champion Mrs. Taylor’s rights."

READ MORE https://heathercoxrichardson.substack.com/p/february-12-2023

314 Comments Annamarie 16 hr ago

"William English Walling is my great-grandfather. The family story about the founding of NAACP is that Walling and his wife Anna Strunsky Walling were speaking at Cooper Union in NYC about the Russian revolution. (They were committed Socialists and had spent time in Russia.) They were both to speak with my great-grandmother following to talk about the women's situation in Russia. But as I heard it when it was her turn to speak her heart was heavy with the news of the Springfield lynching and that's what she spoke about. As she was speaking she worried about how her husband would respond. After that speech Ida B Wells approached my great-grandparents and the plan for the first meeting was held. I thought it was at their Greenwich house.

Thought it would be fun to add this story. And I note, how my great grandmother's role gets overlooked. :)"

+ "

Real democracy. Lincoln's understanding of the black race was far from perfect, but he understood the evil that was slavery was consuming America's soul.

"What constitutes the bulwark of our own liberty and independence? It is not our frowning battlements, our bristling sea coasts, the guns of our war steamers, or the strength our gallant and disciplined army? These are not our reliance against a resumption of tyranny in our fair land. All of those may be turned against our liberties, without making us weaker or stronger for the struggle. Our reliance is in the love of liberty which God has planted in our bosoms. Our defense is in the preservation of the spirit which prizes liberty as the heritage of all men, in all lands, everywhere. Destroy this spirit, and you have planted the seeds of despotism around your own doors. Familiarize yourselves with the chains of bondage and you are preparing your own limbs to wear them. Accustomed to trample on the rights of those around you, you have lost the genius of your own independence, and become the fit subjects of the first cunning tyrant who rises." -A.Lincoln

& "Two tenacious NAACP legal bulldogs, Thurgood Marshall and his extraordinary mentor, Charles Hamilton Houston, targeted Plessy v Ferguson, 19th century Supreme Court ruling that ‘separate but equal’ was OK for African American students. Their focus was to eliminate racial discrimination in education.

Theirs was a decades long struggle. When Houston, the first NAACP legal counsel died, Marshall succeeded him. He pursued a deliberate policy of gradually chipping away at Plessy v. Ferguson bit by bit. He won 29 of his 32 cases on racial discrimination before the Supreme Court.

His monumental triumph was the 9-0 1954 Supreme Court Brown v. Board of Education that totally overturned PvF. While implementation of this decision has been a long and tortuous path, it remains one of the truly precedent-changing rulings in Supreme Court history.

Marshall was the first Black to be appointed to the Supreme Court. He was a liberal on the Court. Following his death, after a contentious Senate hearing Clarence Thomas was named to fill the ‘Marshall seat.’ "

#Abe Lincoln Charles Darwin NAACP

[myfreelegal]

ultra-fast charging, but not only

ultra-fast charging, but not only

Just announced in France, the Realme GT Neo 3 is already being tested on Le Journal du Geek. Don’t be fooled by appearances, this smartphone is not content with ultra-fast charging. Already seen in China earlier in the year, the Realme GT 3 Neo is finally packing its bags in France. A top-of-the-range model, it accompanies the GT 2 Pro as a more affordable and “sporty” alternative. Realme…

View On WordPress

[onlyexplorer]

ultra-fast charging, but not only

ultra-fast charging, but not only

Just announced in France, the Realme GT Neo 3 is already being tested on Le Journal du Geek. Don’t be fooled by appearances, this smartphone is not content with ultra-fast charging. Already seen in China earlier in the year, the Realme GT 3 Neo is finally packing its bags in France. A top-of-the-range model, it accompanies the GT 2 Pro as a more affordable and “sporty” alternative. Realme…

View On WordPress

[bunn1efacebaby]

making thrums for some mittens!

#knitting #knitblr #fibre arts #fibre craft #journal du fool

[lunapwrites]

It was with extreme difficulty that Sirius managed to get through his lessons for the day and refrain from stomping around his classroom like a stroppy teenager.

If he was honest with himself -- and he often was -- he had not been particularly kind about that British study on matrix inversion when he had referenced it in his own write-up months ago. Of course, it was a fascinating theory -- and far more creative than le Comité typically allowed -- which is why he had tested it in the first place. But as it happened, this Lupin character had been completely bloody wrong, as his favourite set of work robes could now attest (or would, if they weren't burned to cinders.) There wasn't anything else for it but to warn the rest of the community from making the same mistake he had.

He had never once expected Lupin to read his paper, let alone rip it to shreds in a blistering rebuttal the likes of which Sirius had never encountered in his entire academic career.

[...] Unfortunately, Black's application of Mordenkainen's Method within this context, while promising in theory, is dangerously flawed in practice. The shield will hold fast provided spells only strike its centre, where no duelist of any skill would cast. Upon blocking a single, low-powered Stunning Spell at thirty degrees, the shield using this method was observed to violently shatter, injuring the caster[...]

It was as embarrassing as it was incorrect; Sirius had tested that spell from every angle, in a variety of settings and situations. It was foolproof -- or so he had thought because apparently, this fool in particular seemed to have confounded even those precautions.

Sirius paced around his office, cigarette between his teeth, muttering to himself as he tried to figure out what Lupin had done wrong, if for no other reason than so that he could pen his own response and explain to the community -- with pictures if he must -- why Lupin was actually a complete, knuckle-dragging moron.

There was a knock at his door, and before Sirius could even respond, it swung open, and his younger brother walked in.

"J'ai encore reçu une lettre qui t'es adressé," Regulus was grousing, not even looking up from the small pile of letters he was shuffling in his hands. "Je vois que c'est trop demander, de s'assurer que les académiciens savent lire."

He shoved the envelopes into Sirius' chest with a sour expression and, despite his equally sour mood, Sirius cracked a grin.

"Ils ont au moins bien compris ton nom cette fois-ci?"

Regulus threw his hands up with a noise of disgust.

"Bien sûr que non! Ils étaient tous adressés au 'Professeur Sirius Black, Maître de la Défense.' Pah!" he spat. "Et comme si ça ne suffisait pas, un de ceux qui avaient au moins mon titre correct m'appelait Régis! Régis, Sirius!"

Sirius threw his head back and laughed, his own woes briefly forgotten in the face of his brother's unending struggle with maintaining an academic presence separate from his.

"Quelle tragédie d'avoir deux frères brillants dans... des domaines d'études complètement différents," he managed, sarcasm breaking through the remnants of his laughter. "Comment nous différencient-ils?"

Regulus collapsed into one of the chairs by the fire, a look of complete bewilderment on his face.

"Je ne comprends pas pourquoi les Astronomes ne se souviennent pas correctement de mon nom. Je porte littéralement le nom d'une étoile!"

"Si ça te console, je reçois toujours du courrier adressé à Orion Black, donc t'es pas seul."

The brothers exchanged a dark look.

"Idiots," Regulus stated firmly, and Sirius let out a grunt of assent as he opened one of his letters.

It was from l'Académie de la Magie, once more rejecting his proposal, this time due to the fact that "questions had been raised" regarding the safety and efficacy of his methods.

Fucking Lupin.

Sirius stormed back to his desk where the latest issue of Open European Journal on Defensive Theory lay, Lupin's essay mocking him from its pages. If l'Académie had seen it, then that meant le Comité had seen it. And if le Comité had, then that meant his father--

Merde.

This ignominy could not stand unanswered, he decided. It was not enough to simply rebut Lupin's bullshit paper. Now he wanted nothing more than to beat Lupin at his own game.

"Tu es occupé ce week-end?" he asked Regulus lightly without looking up from the journal. His brother let out a low groan.

"Est-ce que quelque chose ou quelqu'un va encore prendre feu?"

"C'est possible," Sirius allowed. He glanced up to see Regulus pinching the bridge of his nose, looking at once pained and resigned.

"Rappelle-moi pourquoi je te parle encore?"

"Parce que je suis amusant."

"C'est vrai." Regulus sighed, dropping his hands in a sign Sirius knew for victory. "OK, je vais prendre tes notes pour toi, pyromane."

Sirius grinned toothily at his little brother.

"Excellent."

He couldn't recall the last time he had been so fired up over a project. It was... exciting. Thrilling, even. He was a hound on the hunt, scenting blood. He was going to dissect every part of Lupin's theory, break it down to its barest components, and grind it to dust beneath his heel.

Sirius was confident he could take Mordenkainen's Method and improve on it, adjust it so that it would absorb rather than reflect. And what a coup it would be if he could manage a modification that could manage both! He was certain he could manage it, and when he did, no one in Europe would doubt him again. He'd be welcomed at the table on his own merits, not because of who his father was -- for good or ill.

As for Lupin himself... well he was welcome to try and respond if he dared. Sirius would be ready for him.

Because if Sirius was honest with himself -- and he often was -- there was nothing he loved more than a challenge.

#sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #applied theory #wolfstar academic wars au #writing #my writing #hp #french #so much french #the conversations are mostly flavor. #i promise lol.

[riblds-blog]

❛       ｡        ❄️       ﾟ           𝗱𝗶𝗱     𝗶     𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿     𝘆𝗼𝘂     𝘀𝗮𝘆          the     steam     that     rolls     off     of     a    half     -     drunk     cup     of     earl     grey,     knitted     sweaters     and     a    perpetual     air     of     neatness          &          order,     an     abandoned     manuscript     that     haunts     the     backburner     of     a     tired     mind,     honeyed     curls     and     glances     alike,          &          the     gentle     crackling     of     a     fire     behind     you          ?          then     you     must     be     talking     about     canterbury,     i’d     recognise     them     anywhere.     i’ve     heard     that     the     twenty     -     nine     year     old     bestselling     author     is     an     aquarius     and     honestly,     i     see     it.     they’re     known     for     being     defeatist     and     monastic,     but     their     demiurgic     and     clement     tendencies     make     up     for     it.     they’ve     been     staying     at     du     lac     for     one     week     and     i     think     that     their     real     name     is     𝗷𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿     𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲,     but     don’t     spill.

jasper  simon  hesse  is  born  to  a  small  but  loving  family  in  canterbury,  england  on  a  particularly  cold,  blustery  evening  ;  ominous  thunder  cracks  overhead  the  minute  he  takes  his  first  discordant,  screamed  breath  and  given  the  way  his  life  unfolds,  it  all  feels  very  poetic  and  fitting.  born  to  an  english  teacher  who  writes  terrible  articles  for  cheap  magazines  and  a  french  teacher,  language  flows  in  his  blood  the  minute  he’s  born.  by  the  age  of  six,  his  mother’s  taught  him  to  speak  french  and  english  side - by - side  and  he’s  reading  whatever  he  can  get  his  grubby  little  hands  on.  his  parents  don’t  tend  to  believe  in  censorship  in  the  home,  so  jasper  grows  up  watching  and  reading  whatever  takes  his  interest   ---   children’s  movies  don’t  do  it  quite  the  same  as  creature  features  do.  it’s  in  his  early  childhood  that  a  lifelong  affair  with  horror  and  the  supernatural  is  born,  and  his  parents  are  all  too  willing  to  facilitate  it.

he’s  a  quiet  kid,  polite  and  charming  and  too  bright  for  his  own  good.  he’s  the  kid  that  sits  in  the  corner  of  the  classroom  with  a  book  that  he’s  entirely  too  young  for  whilst  the  rest  of  his  classmates  are  fooling  around  on  the  playground.  school  reports  often  wax  poetic  about  his  creativity,  his  endless  kindness,  his  chivalry  ;  they  also  warn  that  he  errs  on  antisocial  and  should  be  skinning  his  knees  and  chasing  peers  around  rather  than  poring  over  a  paperback  he  stole  from  his  mother’s  collection.  once  again,  his  parents  don’t  really  mind  ---  their  nonchalance  becomes  a  recurring  thread  when  he  unravels  his  childhood  like  needlework  he’s  not  pleased  with.

(  his  parents’  complete  lack  of  regard  stems  from  their  own  issues  ---  his  mother  has  been  suffering  with  postnatal  depression  since  jasper’s  birth,  has  slumped  into  a  shell  of  the  vivacious  human  she  once  was  and  now  that  he’s  growing  up  she  cannot  continue  to  try  for  him  anymore.  his  parents  get  a  divorce  shortly  after  jasper’s  tenth  birthday,  and  his  father  packs  him  off  to  go  live  in  london  with  him.  he  writes  to  his  mother  occasionally  within  the  times  he  doesn’t  see  her,  but  his  letters  go  mostly  unanswered.  )

london  is,  quite  possibly,  the  best  thing  that  could  happen  to  jasper.  his  father  works  long  hours  but  slips  endless  pocket  money  under  jasper’s  pillow,  a  note  attached  that  tells  him  to  go  blow  it  on  museum  tickets.  he  spends  countless  hours  wandering  around  the  british  museum,  the  v&a,  wide-eyed  and  rosy-cheeked  and  in  love  with  the  world  around  him.  it’s  in  the  cafe  at  the  v&a  that  he  scratches  out  his  first  short  story  at  twelve.  it’s  rough,  and  it’s  hardly  his  best  work,  but  he’s  pleased  enough  with  it  to  show  his  father.  his  father  (  and  really,  i  can’t  talk  enough  about  how  good  of  a  dad  daniel  hesse  is  but  more  on  that  later  )  crows  praise  for  two  days,  reads  it  out  to  his  classroom,  acts  like  jasper’s  written  a  new  york  times  bestseller  instead  of  a  monster  story  with  too  many  adjectives  on  cheap  paper  he  stole  from  his  dad’s  office.  

he  catches  the  writing  bug  hard.  all  throughout  what  remains  of  high  school  he  puts  everything  he  has  into  developing  his  writing,  and  by  the  time  he  graduates  he’s  gotten  himself  published  in  a  handful  of  moderately - respected  magazines.  shortly  after  graduation  he  applies  for  a  bachelor  of  english  language  and  literature  at  oxford  university  and  gets  in.  it’s  here  that  magic  truly  happens  ;  between  attending  classes  and  acing  them  like  it’s  absolutely  nothing,  jasper  starts  working  on  his  first  manuscript.  halfway  through  his  second  year,  he  finishes  it  and  submits  it  for  publishing,  and  ---  he’s  not  expecting  the  response  that  it  gets.  

practically  overnight,  jasper  hesse  becomes  one  of  the  hottest  new  horror  authors  on  the  market.  reviews  of  his  first  novel  are  glowing,  praising  just  about  everything  and  fuck,  if  the  whole  thing  isn’t  infectious.  he’s  twenty  years  old,  with  a  bestselling  novel  and  more  money  than  he  knows  what  do  with,  and  it’s  glorious.  work  starts  immediately  on  his  follow-up,  and  the  rest,  they  say,  is  history.

fast  forward  about  nine  years,  and  he’s  one  of  the  most  well - respected  authors  within  the  horror  genre.  with  a  bibliography  that  spans  magazines,  scholarly  journals,  novels  and  a  film  adaptation  that  he’s  still  moonstruck  about,  he’s  a  success  story  that  most  dream  of.  he  buys  his  mother  a  house  in  barcelona,  and  his  father  one  in  the  alps  --  he  visits  them  both  regularly,  and  tries  not  to  wince  when  they  ask  when  he’s  going  to  bring  a  nice  girl  home  and  start  a  family.  he’s  working  on  something  new,  but  nine  years’  worth  of  churning  out  bestsellers  has  taken  a  toll

his  agent,  a  middle - aged  woman  who  constantly  looks  concerned  about  the  state  of  unruly  curls  and  bags  under  eyes,  suggests  a  holiday  and  books  him  in  for  a  few  months  at  the  du  lac,  and  he’s  too  tired  to  argue  with  her.  

so,  that’s  how  he’s  ended  up  at  du  lac  !  he’s  trying  to  work  on  a  new  novel,  trying  to  relax,  etc  etc  etc

this  is  too  long  anyways  i’m  gna  shut  up  now  but  i  LOVE  him

#lac:intro #depression tw #ˋ ⋅ ˚ ◟ ♡ : hesse ‚ jasper simon . ︵ intro .

[sanguineascent-blog]

JOJ issue 31

Jericho Swain defeated Keiran Darkwill in a duel contesting the leadership of Noxus last night, winning the support of High Command. Despite rumors of involvement with the Institute of War's scandal in Kalamanda, Swain has been named Grand General - the highest position in Noxus.

High Command remained divided in support between the two men since Swain returned earlier this month. Keiran Darkwill challenged Swain to a duel to settle the dispute, claiming that such a standstill was a "coward’s game." Many members of High Command believed this to be a strong move and expected Keiran, a notoriously skilled duelist, to win.

Onlookers reported that Keiran initially had the upper hand and gradually forced Swain into a corner. "He had the Master Tactician against the wall," stated one witness. "I heard him say 'watch closely,' and he vanished – then reappeared behind Keiran. Swain dragged him to the ground and locked the poor fool in his snare spell." With Keiran immobilized, Swain called General Darius, his most prominent supporter, to his side.

"Swain declared victory and left Darius to ‘evaluate the strength’ of Keiran Darkwill," explained Chancellor Malek Hawkmoon. "That didn’t take Darius long. Without a word, he raised his axe – and removed Darkwill’s head."

The gathered members of High Command unanimously agreed to swear loyalty to the Master Tactician. With none remaining to protest his claim, High Command named Jericho Swain the Grand General of Noxus. "It was the finest demonstration of power I have ever witnessed," stated Chancellor Malek Hawkmoon. "Swain rose to the challenge of his opponent, used his wit and cunning to best him, and demonstrated his ability to command. Noxus under Jericho Swain's rule shall be powerful indeed."

While High Command has embraced his rule, Swain’s leadership remains controversial in Noxus's lower houses. Some accuse Swain of willing participation in Heywan Relivash’s scheme to obtain Kalamanda. Katarina, the Sinister Blade herself, commented: "He gave Kalamanda to the League in exchange for power in Noxus. A bold move. A strong move. The strong may rise to power here, but this wouldn’t be Noxus if there weren’t always others with the strength to challenge them."

Heywan Relivash and Ralston Farnsley Arrested

High Councilor and Journal of Justice Senior Editor Implicated in Conspiracy

Quinton Groat reporting from the Institute of War.

Authorities arrested Heywan Relivash earlier this week after an investigation of his residence revealed his involvement in the Kalamanda scandal. The uncovered evidence also implicated Ralston Farnsley, the senior editor of the Journal of Justice, as a co-conspirator in Relivash’s scheme. Both men were apprehended while seeking asylum in Noxus and now face trial at the Institute of War.

A joint investigation led by Jarvan IV and Katarina Du Couteau traced the evidence found in Demaciato Relivash. At his residence investigators uncovered a model of the DSS Excursion, and coded notes detailing its sabotage, validating the evidence discovered in Demacia earlier this month. "Relivash had been trying to frame Noxus all along," commented Katarina. "He put us and Demacia against each other – all so the League could claim the nexuses in Kalamanda!"

Among the evidence uncovered was a collection of communications between Heywan Relivash and an unnamed contact, referred to simply as 'RF.' Upon further investigation, the dates of these communications lined up perfectly to events in Kalamanda.

"The Journal of Justice was used to pass secret and coded information from Heywan to participants in the conspiracy, and Ralston Farnsley was his primary contact," explained Jarvan IV.

Authorities apprehended Relivash and Farnsley after Talon, acting independently, tracked them to the outskirts of Noxus. They were brought into custody before they could seek asylum within Noxus's walls. Relivash and Farnsley's network of co-conspirators included many authors of the Journal of Justice. Arrests of these contacts will continue over the coming weeks as evidence is further reviewed.

Despite the arrests made, outcry against the Institute of War in the streets of Demacia and Noxus continues. In response to the rising tension, High Councilor Vessaria Kolminye made this statement: "Citizens of Valoran, the League of Legends promised your protection, and in that we have failed. Yet in the wake of these events, we must remain strong. We must not allow the selfish actions of one man to tear apart what we have built. We cannot succumb to war when we have committed ourselves to lasting peace. Stand with us and we shall rebuild."

[dansersurdelarchitecture]

Oneohtrix Point Never - Age Of (Warp, 2018)

Je sais pas si vous vous rappelez aussi bien que moi du précédent, Garden Of Delete. De ces intros délicates avec un son rappelant le clavecin. Sur Animals par exemple, ou Sticky Drama. Ce nouvel album commence pareil. Clavecin, juno tubulaire, style baroque du futur. Je vois la tête du François 1er du futur. Qui arrive après le moyen âge du futur, celui que nous sommes en train de mettre en place aujourd'hui, lentement mais avec méthode et application.

Second morceau : c'est presque du Kanye West. Un individu parle à Babylone. Comme si c'était une personne. C'est une chanson étrange, elle est un peu mélancolique, avec une sorte d'autotune, formes mouvantes, ambiance urbaine d'altitude, à la Blade Runner, nuages de pollution, voitures volantes, sérénité maximum. Histoire de dire : c'était ça la civilisation à son apogée, un truc beau mais pollué, et comme pourri de l'intérieur. Un truc qu'on peut aimer et regretter, mais dont la disparition était inéluctable. C'est une tragédie à l'échelle de l'Histoire. Donc au ralenti, pas vraiment de quoi pleurer. C'est comme ça. C'est une mélancolie agréable.

La suite : pas trop de paroles. On est entre les vieux OPN des années 00, et les choses plus plastiques et futuristes d'aujourd'hui. C'est plutôt calme et bref.

Ensuite : encore du Kanye West qui parle d'une station qui brûle suite à une infestation. Un peu de romantisme à bord, de la harpe, des cordes, c'est délicat mais pas trop quand même (c’est de la musique pour les robots hein). Ce disque reste dans la retenue. Le précédent était rebelle, punk, marginal. Celui-ci, c'est l'album moyen tiède, représentatif. Il décrit quelque chose du point de vue de la classe moyenne du futur. Ces gens qui n'aiment pas trop ce qui est rugueux et bruyant. Ils savent apprécier la beauté, mais la beauté douce et consensuelle. Bon ok, les standards auront un peu évolué dans le futur, parce que les gens auront le nez dans la merde, encore plus qu’aujourd’hui, Daniel l'anticipe, c'est pour ça que cette musique peut choquer un peu les oreilles du citoyen moyen version 2018, celui qui écoute Virgin Radio. Mais patientez un peu vous verrez. Lopatin sera sur la FM dans quelques années.

Bref. C'est un disque un peu défaitiste. On ne sent plus l'envie de se battre. Plutôt, la contemplation, teintée de mélancolie, de ce que nous sommes en train de perdre : une belle planète, la richesse et la subtilité des émotions humaines, la vie sans robots. Les machines du futur seront obsédées par les hommes. Elles voudront leur ressembler. De toutes leurs forces. Ce sera leur principale source de névrose robotique, comme la peur de la mort est la nôtre. Eux, c'est la peur d'être déjà mort qui les plongera dans la dépression.

AUtotune encore, la chanson s'appelle Black Snow. Minimaliste : une basse faussement acoustique, des snaps sur les temps pairs, une voix filtrée de toutes ses basses, quelques petits bruits marrants. Du bruit blanc. Cette chanson prend le point de vue d'un témoin de l’holocauste. La neige noire en est le signe visible. On nous intime de mettre tout ce qu'on peut à l'abri : des graines. Pour que les choses puissent repartir ensuite, pour qu"un petit bout de l'ancien monde survive. On en est là. Vous avez déjà entendu parler de la Réserve mondiale de semences du Svalbard ? Il parait qu'elle est déjà en danger, à cause du réchauffement climatique. Autrement dit : il y a du boulot.

Un instrumental ensuite. Avec des voix hachées, des cris, un peu de saturation, du verre qui se brise. et presque pour unique parole : WARNING WARNING WARNING etc... C'est un avertissement mais pourquoi le placer après Black Snow, qui acte la fin du monde, je sais pas. Peut-être pour nous signifier que c'est déjà trop tard, comme le disent tout un tas d'experts qui me paraissent assez compétents et raisonnables.

Bon la suite, c'est le monde d'après, les ruines, les T-1000 qui avancent lentement mais sûrement parmi les décombres, les tas de crânes qui s'amoncèlent au fond des cratères, la violence, le chaos, l'absence de vie ou presque. Terminator 2, c'est un très grand film.

Ensuite il y a cette chanson un peu plus symphonique qui s'appelle Same. Qui contient les lignes suivantes : "Undo Us", "same above, fool to dream machine to dust". C'est court et je comprends pas exactement mais je crois que c'est Anohni qui chante. D'ailleurs, je crois que cette personne a eu une influence déterminante sur cet album. Son côté désespéré et catastrophiste et inquiet.

Bon, ensuite, des trucs japonais du futur, classique OPN version 2. Très classe. L'équivalent lopatinesque de la fin de Alone in Kyoto du groupe Air. Salon bien rangé, meubles et objets de designers minimalistes, ambiance japonisante, fenêtre qui donne sur l'océan. Vous savez pourquoi les cyber punks et autres futurologues pop s’intéressent autant à l’Asie ? C’est parce que les gens là bas sont plus pragmatiques, s’adaptent mieux au réel et survivront plus longtemps que nous autres occidentaux illuminés. Un jour bientôt, le centre du monde sera la mer de Chine. C’est tout. 

Grand blanc, cassure, pause, puis dernier acte, on retourne à la chanson autotunée. Celle ci est un peu jazzy, avec une caisse claire caressée par un balais, et tout. Bon. Ces arpèges de harpe, encore et toujours. Plus le juno en onde carrée. Au moins, on peut dire que le disque est très homogène. C'EST bien ça fait sérieux. Daniel avait un objectif, un programme, il s'y est tenu. C'est un disque d'adulte conscient, concerné et concentré. Il va nous faire une belle carrière à la Peter Gabriel ou toutes ces pop stars très intelligentes qui ont quelque chose à dire sur l'état du monde et qui donnent des concerts où on se sent presque tenu de venir en costume. D'ailleurs, Barak Obama traine souvent dans le coin. Brian Eno, un peu jaloux, se contente de regarder le concert sur Youtube. Comme d'autres ont vu le concert de Jon Hassell au World Trade Center en VHS. 

Bref. C'est pas ton disque préféré. C'est pas le disque qui te met à genoux en pleurant. C'est le disque que tu vas mettre en fond en faisant la cuisine, ou éventuellement quand tu reçois des amis un peu cultivés et sophistiqués, avec qui tu pourras parler de ce bouquin de Pablo Servigne et Raphael Stevens. Evidemment, tu peux aussi l'écouter lors d'une session champis (ça reste du Dan Lopatin). Personnellement, je regrette le côté cyberpunk adolescent de Garden Of Delete, cette célébration des mutants et des laissés pour compte qui bouillonnait et grouillait d'excroissances crasseuses. Mais bon. L'heure n'est plus à la célébration. Comme je le disais, Daniel a pris conscience des événements catastrophiques qui se profilent pour l'humanité, grâce à son amie Anohni avec qui il a eu de sérieuses discussions sur l'état de la planète. Je le sais parce que je l'ai lu dans une interview. Lisez Noise Magazine, c'est bien. Mais si vous êtes sur mon blog, vous connaissez sûrement Noise. Alors voyez ceci comme un rappel : il faut acheter et lire Noise. (non je ne travaille pas pour ce journal).

Sacré Daniel. C'est un bon gars.

#Terminator #Pablo Servigne #Raphael Stevens #Svalbard #Autotune

[adriaanmeij]

IBM-NL:onzichtbaar

Het is een gotspe, de summiere data waarmee grote Nederlandse concerns met duizenden werknemers wegkomen om al hun belanghebbenden van steeds minder informatie te voorzien. Vorige liberale kabinetten hebben niet alleen de zorgindustrie uitgekleed zodat er nu te weinig artsen, verplegers en bedden zijn om de vraag op te vangen. Zij hebben ook de wetgeving om  bedrijfsinformatie via de Kamer van Koophandel aan het publiek te leveren steeds verder uitgehold.

Jaarrekeningen moeten sinds 2017 verplicht aangeleverd worden met Standard Business Reporting (SBR) bij het handelsregister.  Dat is op basis van het Besluit elektronische deponering handelsregister van 16 juni 2016. Dat verplicht micro-, kleine en middelgrote rechtspersonen om hun jaarverantwoording met SBR te deponeren bij het handelsregister. Voor grote ondernemingen, waar IBM Nederland onder valt, gaat die plicht nog niet in, maar IBM past ze blijkbaar al wel toe.

Dat betekent dat het jaarverslag met jaarrekening en toelichtingen, meestal 45 of meer bladzijden, over 2019 niet meer bij de KvK beschikbaar is.  Ik kan niet meer dan de standaard jaarrekening 2019  van drie bladzijden downloaden.  Het is zo onthutsend dat ik een vergissing mijnerzijds niet uitsluit, ook niet na vier keer nazoeken van de site van de KvK.

Zo summier wordt de omzet van IBM Nederland over 2019 gerapporteerd

De standaard jaarrekening bevat alleen summiere data uit de balans- en resultatenrekening. Er ontbreken gegevens over salarissen, sociale lasten, pensioen, personele gegevens, vergelijkingen met 2018 en bijvoorbeeld data over omzetverdelingen naar divisie en binnen- en buitenlandse omzet. Ook ontbreekt een jaarverslaggeving van het bestuur en toelichtingen op de jaarrekening.  Het is een ernstige verzwakking van informatieplicht. Dan maar eens kijken op de website van IBM Nederland. Die bestaat echter niet meer, maar is in de Engelse taal geïntegreerd in de website van het IBM-concern.

Omzet daalt structureel

Veel heb ik dus niet te vertellen over IBM Nederland in 2019-2020. De omzet daalde in 2019 met 1,6% tot €957,5 miljoen. Die omzet is het laagste in de 21ste eeuw tot nu toe. De historische topomzet in Nederland van meer dan €1,5 miljard behaalde IBM in het eerste jaar van de nieuwe eeuw dankzij de door het concern zelfgemaakte historische fout van de millenniumbug. Sindsdien is de verbetering op concernniveau ook in Nederland niet gevolgd, maar kalfde de omzet in Nederland steeds verder af. Dat kwam ook door de negatieve effecten van verschillende mislukte grote projecten bij UWV, Belastingdienst en andere opdrachtgevers die grote automatiseerders in Nederland een structureel slechte naam bezorgden.

Peter Zijlema, directeur Benelux

Omzet infrastructuurdiensten

De omzet van de 10 grootste Nederlandse automatiseerders was in 2019 €5,7 miljard, waarvan 17,9% in handen is van IBM Nederland.  In 2000 was dat marktaandeel 27%. Dat verlies is veelzeggend. Van die omzet is ongeveer 66% in dienstverlening, waaronder infrastructuurdiensten die volgend jaar in een af te splitsen onderneming worden ondergebracht die geen deel meer uitmaakt van IBM maar apart beursnotering krijgt of verkocht wordt. ER is niet te achterhalen in hoeverre dit om hybride Clouddiensten gaat die bij IBM blijven. Waarschijnlijk omvatten de capaciteitsdiensten voor infrastructuren een omzet van ongeveer €330 miljoen.

Bij IBM Nederland werken eind 2019 nog 2280 medewerkers in full time eenheden. Dat waren er in het begin van deze eeuw nog dubbel zoveel. Door de nieuwe reorganisatie vertrekken er opnieuw medewerkers.

Omzet IBM Nederland 1996-2020 in 1000 euro

 De nieuwe strategie voor IBM is ingezet door de nieuwe Indiase CEO Arvind Krishna. Zijn voorganger, mevrouw Ginni Rometti, die CEO was van 2012-2019, is nogal bekritiseerd als een van de slechtste CEO’s door publicaties zoals the Motley Fool,[48] Forbes,[49] the Wall Street Journal,[50] and 24/7 Wallstreet.[16]  Ze haalde een record van 22 achtereenvolgende kwartalen van dalende omzet tussen 2012 en 2017 (dat is 5 ½ jaar) en werd bekritiseerd voor het aanvaarden van bonussen in tijden van ontslagen.Algemeen directeur bij IBM Nederland is Peter Zijlema, die al sinds 1997 bij IBM werkt,.

#IBM Rometti Zijlema IBM Nederland

[bites-kms]

La Joie de Vivre: Paris 32mm

Just came from Le Caveau de la Huchette - yes, the jazz club from La-La-Land. I didn’t know this, until I was at the door. I was just looking for a fun place to have a drink or two on a Thursday night and what a joy I found. I literally found the joy of life, or the Parisian way - la joie de vivre.

These people, they were so immerse into the beat, it was très magnifique. Specially there was this one women, with style and grace, short hair, long earrings, long skirt -long according to her age but edgy enough let her wave and move around-, without a bra, laughing and shaking her arms towards the back while killing the dance floor at the beat and rhythm of bebop with his partner, a black man with a white haired afro, with the same big smile and crazy moves as her. It was amazing. I only felt tele transported like this before and it was at Nicky’s, the best Speakeasy bar in Buenos Aires. But this was the real deal: I am in Paris, living the late roaring 20s, in between wars after the American soldiers fought in Paris, in a lost cave right next Ile de cité, few blocks away from Notre Dame. 

photocredits: Black Label Media  Although I must confess I was expecting to meet my Ryan Gosling - and yes, I did remember our dance mov(i)es - I met Mr. PH, or Pierre-Henri, the lovely Swedish/French, who lived in Utah from Uppsala. It’s amazing to be able to connect with all these people through music, regardless of age and origin, and this was even more special due to my Swedish experience. We danced and laughed a lot. I proudly made a fool of myself and decided I’m gonna learn this dance once Im back in NYC. Then I met Maurice, a younger, intriguing French guy with whom we danced more upbeat my-hips-dont-lie songs. That was some intense moves going on there! I had such a wonderful time I couldn’t wait to come home to write about it, I hope to make justice to the amazing experience I just had. Walking down the Seine, as Owen Willson in Midnight in Paris, I came back home - to this evil, evil Airbnb, not without stoping by the Louvre and enjoying all its secrets, changing my movie switch to the Da Vinci Code.

It’s still mesmerizes me how much these narratives shape our collective perspectives on the world. I was thinking about this exact same issue while walking down my office’s street the other day, back in NY, and saw a couple of police patrols going around like crazy, with a black SUV that looked as if it was from the FBI and a small but intense manifestation. I was surprised on how quiet the protesters were after the police cars passed by and didn’t make much sense to me. That was when I finally realized I was living this meta-reality and was tricked by my very own mind: this was all a set up for Gotham and I thought it was the real deal. I couldn’t stop laughing and my mind exploded for a couple of very long minutes trying to understand and process all these realities happening at the same time in my head!  So yes, this is my tribute to them, to the movies, to those little pieces of realities that we share in 32 mm (or blue ray, but that way is not that picturesque any more) And it feels weird that I start this tribute in Paris and not in New York, but I guess the NYC experience still feels a little bit surreal to me. At least here I know I’m not staying for good, I’m just here for 10 days, so I guess that makes me way more objective, an eager observer and an obsessed analytic of every minute.

I deserved some celebration after the success on the US embassy, so I decided to start with the simplest thing: let’s go for dinner! I went for my poulette avec pomme de terre but since it only came with fries, I switched it for the plat du soir and felt a little bit of the Jack Nicholson’s magic on Something Gotta Give at the Grand Colbert restaurant.  

I ended up in the most surreal circumstances on a Friday’s night. Lost, during a thin-rainy eve in Paris, searching for hidden wifi hotspots in order to reach my destination: a typical French bistro by Le Marais. What I didnt realized, was that I was gonna run into this typical French guy called William. William, is actually a PHD professor and researcher from Atlanta- although he has been living in France since forever, and as per a Woody Allen movie, he was wearing a brown suit jacket which was double his proper size. He was also wearing bigger trousers -not pants- and we debated about morality, existence and transcendence of matter and language over the Frankfurt School, Marcuse, Horkheimer, Adorno for more than 4 hours, having wine, charcuterie and terrine. It was a very nice movie cliche to experience without even planning it!

Who knew Paris was so famous in movies? I mean, of course in the collective imagery it is, but I didn’t actually realize the size nor the amount of “featured time” Paris have in this movie so called life. After my wonderful La-La-Land experience, my expectations were high and difficult to match, but oh you, dear Amélie, that was a hell of a Saturday we shared together! 

I went to Montmartre and started my film on the Abesees station, right next to the carrousel, close to her apartment. After a beautiful morning stroll with the sun on my face and the joy on each and every single pore of my being, I found the Cafe des 2 Moulins, where she enjoys the small but amazing things of life. Little did I know that not only the creme brûlée was gonna be amazing, but the atmosphere and the memories would be as such! The waiter became my fan: he noticed I was writing in my journal and started hitting on me with the sweetest and cheesiest lines ever, talking about the movie, practicing and mixing English and French, gifting me a pain au chocolat, drawing a heart gesture on the air before giving it to me. He even dared to asked for my number in the most courageous yet sweet way imaginable! It really made my day. Thanks Jullien, that was fun! Of course I also checked out the Studio 28 Cinema, where Amelie enjoys her movies. BITES & KMS SAYS: That’s a meta-hyper reality indeed: Amelie, a fictional character which I watch, goes and watches movies to the cinema in a narrative fiction, located on the same place I am standing right now in real life, thinking and wondering about what that character would be feeling at that moment, with the difference that I am feeling it right now. Wow #mindblown

Of course, I couldn’t stop singing My Song, performed by Christian (Ewan McGregor), feeling a little bit like Satine from Moulin Rouge, while going up and down hills. I hate Boulevard de Clichy, I absolutely hate it: it’s dirty, touristy, with no style nor personality, full of weird people in the bad sense weird can be understood. But well, even though the Bal du Moulin Rouge is located there, this is not whatsoever the best part of the Quarter. So, I kept my musical dream alive and went around the other small and hidden streets. I actually found a spot, which was absolutely perfect. I needed to stop and write about it. My piece of paper said something like this: “Little pieces of Paris, small and unique as the cobblestones of their streets, where only the little birds sing and the sun warms the soul, in between the distant buzz and talks from the tourists.” I imagine a little chambre on one of those top balconies, with lovers singing to each other, having sex and drinking wine in bed at 11 am on a Sunday, waiting to be drunk again to keep sleeping. I stopped by this wonderful Bistro called Le Sancerre. I had my first glass of champagne and had a delicious lunch, falling in love with all these movies, one scene at a time.

The following day I had a very specific location in mind: the Coulee Verte Rene Dumont: secret lover gardens. Only true Parisians go there and take their dates in hopes of some French kiss action. It is quite far off the tourist circuit, and that made me realized how the US is a rough copy of the best of France, with a very local spin. The Highline, that architecture phenomenon everyone is proud of, already existed here in Paris more than a century ago, and still lingers today. So, sorry Paula Scher, there’s nothing new under the sun. And talking about the sun, this was the setting for Before Sunset. I went there to seek inspiration and to reflect upon that proper dialogue that happens in the movie. Was sex with Ethan Hawke that forgettable or was it actually remarkable? Was he really happy with his wife? Why aren’t they together? Are they meant to be? 

I guess there is just time to listen to some Nina Simone - which, for the time being, we can switch for French Edit Piaf or Italian Mina- and to whomever is asking when I’m flying back, I’m just gonna do as Ethan Hawke: 

Celine- Hey Babe, you’re gonna miss that plane. Jesse- I know.

#love #paris #parisien #france #jetaime #movies #film #blog #travel #life #beautiful

[bunn1efacebaby]

i have made the executive decision that i am Not getting out of bed today

i’m gonna lay here and spin and knit and MAYBE read some of my supplementary reading for my religion class. i have made myself a big honkin cup of coffee and a nest out of pillows so this is my whole day now

#i had a Bad Night™️ #so i think i deserve to be a little slovenly. as a treat #journal du fool