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| Tuesday, October 13th, 2009 | | 9:46 pm |
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cultural hightlight of the week, Amy Winehouse on charlotte church show | | Sunday, September 27th, 2009 | | 9:58 pm |
magazine 1830
TO MAKE BUBBLE AND SQUEAK. Published by request of the gentlemen of both Universities. First—Take of beef, or mutton, or lamb, or veal, or any other meat, two pounds and a half, or any other quantity; be sure to keep it in salt till the saline particles have locked up all the animal juices, and rendered the fibres hard of digestion; then boil it over a turf or peat fire, in a brass kettle, covered with a copper lid, until it is over much done. Second—Take a large turned cabbage, and boil it in a bell metal pot until it is done enough, or (if you think proper) too much. Thirdly—Slice the meat, and souse that and the cabbage both in a frying pan together, and let them bubble and squeak over a charcoal fire for half an hour, three minutes, and two seconds. Lastly—Devour the whole, which will not weigh more than four pounds, for a quantum sufficit; drink six pints of good, fat ale; sit, smoke, sleep, snore, and forget your book. * * * * * | | Sunday, September 13th, 2009 | | 8:12 pm |
The Price Of Love, Arnold Bennet
When she looked up at Rachel and benevolently nodded to her, she saw a girl of fine character, absolutely trustworthy, very devoted, very industrious, very capable, intelligent, cheerful—in fact, a splendid girl, a girl to be enthusiastic about! But such a mere girl! A girl with so much to learn! So pathetically young and inexperienced and positive and sure of herself! The looseness of her limbs, the unconscious abrupt freedom of her gestures, the waviness of her auburn hair, the candour of her glance, the warmth of her indignation against injustice and dishonesty, the capricious and sensitive flowings of blood to her smooth cheeks, the ridiculous wise compressings of her lips, the rise and fall of her rich and innocent bosom—these phenomena touched Mrs. Maldon and occasionally made her want to cry. | | Thursday, September 3rd, 2009 | | 9:57 pm |
Letter, 1711
SIR, Why will you apply to my Father for my Love? I cannot help it if he will give you my Person; but I assure you it is not in his Power, nor even in my own, to give you my Heart. Dear Sir, do but consider the ill Consequence of such a Match; you are Fifty-five, I Twenty-one. You are a Man of Business, and mightily conversant in Arithmetick and making Calculations; be pleased therefore to consider what Proportion your Spirits bear to mine; and when you have made a just Estimate of the necessary Decay on one Side, and the Redundance on the other, you will act accordingly. This perhaps is such Language as you may not expect from a young Lady; but my Happiness is at Stake, and I must talk plainly. I mortally hate you; and so, as you and my Father agree, you may take me or leave me: But if you will be so good as never to see me more, you will for ever oblige, SIR, Your most humble Servant, HENRIETTA. | | Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 | | 5:56 pm |
magazine , 1829
Good style of living consists in having a mansion exquisitely fitted up with all the expensive bijouterie compatible with true elegance, yet avoiding the lavish superabundance of gimcrackery which borders on vulgarity; comely serving men in suitable liveries, all so well initiated into the mysteries of their respective duties, that a guest could imagine himself in a fairy palace, where plates vanish without the contamination of a mortal finger and thumb, and glasses move without a jingle: then the feast is exquisitely cooked and exquisitely served; the table groans not, the hostess carves not; but one delicious dainty is followed by another, and each remove brings forth a dish more piquante than the last: every thing is delightful, but there must appear to be an abundance of nothing; two spoonsful alone of each delicious viand should repose under its silver cover; and he who dared ask to be helped a second time to any thing, ought to be sentenced to eternal transportation from the regions of haut ton. Bad style of living—Shocking even to describe! A large house in streets or squares unknown; hot, ugly men servants, stumbling over one another in their uncouth eagerness to admit you; your name mispronounced, and shouted at the drawing-room door; your host and hostess in a fuss, apologizing, asking questions, and boring you to death; dinner at length announced, but no chance of extrication from the dull drawing-room, because the etiquette of precedence is not rightly understood, and nobody knows who ought to be led out first; all the way down stairs a dead silence, and then the difficulty of distributing the company almost equals the previous dilemma of the drawing-room: wives are wittily warned against sitting by husbands, and two gentlemen are facetiously interdicted from sitting together; the hostess takes the top of the table to be useful, not ornamental, for fish and joint and turkey, must she carve; while her husband, at the other end of the mahogany, must equally make a toil of a pleasure, and yet smile as if it were a pleasure to toil! The beasts of the earth and the birds of the air appear upon the board, scorning disguise, in their own proper forms, just as they stepped out of Noah's ark, always excepting those who are too unwieldy to be present in whole skins; and even they send their joints to table in horrid unsophistication; Sweets follow, but how unlike the souffles of Ude! Grim green gooseberries, lurking under their heavy coverings of crust; and custards, the plain produce of the dairy, embittered with bay leaves, cinnamon, and cloves! Cheese follows, with the alternatives of port wine and porter; and all this weary time the servants have been knocking your head about, thumbing your plate, or pouring lobster sauce into your pockets!— | | Monday, July 27th, 2009 | | 6:32 am |
Styx the daughter of Okeanos was joined to Pallas and bare Zelos (Emulation) and trim-ankled Nike (Victory) in the house. Also she brought forth kratos (Strength) and Bia (Force), wonderful children. These have no house apart from Zeus, nor any dwelling nor path except that wherein God leads them, but they dwell always with Zeus the loud-thunderer. | | Friday, July 17th, 2009 | | 3:19 pm |
alice through the looking glass
The Red Queen broke the silence by saying to the White Queen, `I invite you to Alice's dinner-party this afternoon.' The White Queen smiled feebly, and said `And I invite YOU.' `I didn't know I was to have a party at all,' said Alice; `but if there is to be one, I think _I_ ought to invite the guests.' `We gave you the opportunity of doing it,' the Red Queen remarked: `but I daresay you've not had many lessons in manners yet?' `Manners are not taught in lessons,' said Alice. `Lessons teach you to do sums, and things of that sort.' `And you do Addition?' the White Queen asked. `What's one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one?' `I don't know,' said Alice. `I lost count.' `She can't do Addition,' the Red Queen interrupted. `Can you do Subtraction? Take nine from eight.' `Nine from eight I can't, you know,' Alice replied very readily: `but--' `She can't do Subtraction,' said the White Queen. `Can you do Division? Divide a loaf by a knife--what's the answer to that?' `I suppose--' Alice was beginning, but the Red Queen answered for her. `Bread-and-butter, of course. Try another Subtraction sum. Take a bone from a dog: what remains?' Alice considered. `The bone wouldn't remain, of course, if I took it--and the dog wouldn't remain; it would come to bite me --and I'm sure I shouldn't remain!' `Then you think nothing would remain?' said the Red Queen. `I think that's the answer.' `Wrong, as usual,' said the Red Queen: `the dog's temper would remain.' `But I don't see how--' `Why, look here!' the Red Queen cried. `The dog would lose its temper, wouldn't it?' `Perhaps it would,' Alice replied cautiously. `Then if the dog went away, its temper would remain!' the Queen exclaimed triumphantly. Alice said, as gravely as she could, `They might go different ways.' But she couldn't help thinking to herself, `What dreadful nonsense we ARE talking!' `She can't do sums a BIT!' the Queens said together, with great emphasis. `Can YOU do sums?' Alice said, turning suddenly on the White Queen, for she didn't like being found fault with so much. The Queen gasped and shut her eyes. `I can do Addition,' `if you give me time--but I can do Subtraction, under ANY circumstances!' `Of course you know your A B C?' said the Red Queen. `To be sure I do.' said Alice. `So do I,' the White Queen whispered: `we'll often say it over together, dear. And I'll tell you a secret--I can read words of one letter! Isn't THAT grand! However, don't be discouraged. You'll come to it in time.' Here the Red Queen began again. `Can you answer useful questions?' she said. `How is bread made?' `I know THAT!' Alice cried eagerly. `You take some flour--' `Where do you pick the flower?' the White Queen asked. `In a garden, or in the hedges?' `Well, it isn't PICKED at all,' Alice explained: `it's GROUND --' `How many acres of ground?' said the White Queen. `You mustn't leave out so many things.' `Fan her head!' the Red Queen anxiously interrupted. `She'll be feverish after so much thinking.' So they set to work and fanned her with bunches of leaves, till she had to beg them to leave off, it blew her hair about so. `She's all right again now,' said the Red Queen. `Do you know Languages? What's the French for fiddle-de-dee?' `Fiddle-de-dee's not English,' Alice replied gravely. `Who ever said it was?' said the Red Queen. Alice thought she saw a way out of the difficulty this time. `If you'll tell me what language "fiddle-de-dee" is, I'll tell you the French for it!' she exclaimed triumphantly. | | Monday, July 13th, 2009 | | 5:51 pm |
| | Thursday, July 9th, 2009 | | 4:47 am |
" There is an inherent evil in the words of the Koran, jumping out from every page, which you cannot find in the Gospels or the Geeta or the Dhammapada. You are correct to say that a wicked Hindu does not mean that Hinduism is evil. You are correct to say that a wicked Christian does not mean that Christianity is evil. But in the case of Islam, even if EVERY MUSLIM IN THE WORLD WERE THE MOST RIGHTEOUS, gentle, kind and charitable people, the Koran would STILL be evil. The Koran would be evil EVEN IF NO Muslims existed on the face of the earth. This is because the beliefs and values which the Koran expresses are inherently evil and hateful and spiteful. The Koran describes Allah as a capricious being who damns and blesses whoever he feels like, and intentionally deceives the majority of "unbelievers", stopping their ears, blinding their eyes, MOCKING THEM, and consigning them to eternal torture with no hope of reform, while the righteous slop like pigs at a trough in a paradise of rivers of wine, and unlimited sexual pleasures with supernatural Houri virgins. Any religion that portrays God in this fashion is evil and monstrous. " well said my hindu brother | | Wednesday, July 1st, 2009 | | 12:37 am |
| | Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009 | | 1:34 am |
GK Chesterton
I remember a pamphlet by that able and sincere secularist, Mr. G. W. Foote, which contained a phrase sharply symbolizing and dividing these two methods. The pamphlet was called BEER AND BIBLE, those two very noble things, all the nobler for a conjunction which Mr. Foote, in his stern old Puritan way, seemed to think sardonic, but which I confess to thinking appropriate and charming. I have not the work by me, but I remember that Mr. Foote dismissed very contemptuously any attempts to deal with the problem of strong drink by religious offices or intercessions, and said that a picture of a drunkard's liver would be more efficacious in the matter of temperance than any prayer or praise. In that picturesque expression, it seems to me, is perfectly embodied the incurable morbidity of modern ethics. In that temple the lights are low, the crowds kneel, the solemn anthems are uplifted. But that upon the altar to which all men kneel is no longer the perfect flesh, the body and substance of the perfect man; it is still flesh, but it is diseased. It is the drunkard's liver of the New Testament that is marred for us, which which we take in remembrance of him. | | Thursday, June 18th, 2009 | | 4:33 pm |
magazine, 1832
THE CASHMERE SHAWL GOAT Has been successfully introduced into England by C.T. Tower, Esq., of Weald Hall, Essex; and as that gentleman, by this time, must have some of his flock to dispose off, we think their introduction among cottagers, for their wool and also for their milk, a fair subject for some of our female readers to speculate on. This variety of the common goat (or, probably, it may be a distinct species) is a fine-looking animal, and would be very ornamental in a park, on a ruin, on the side of a rock, or in a churchyard. It would also be very pleasant to have a home-made Cashmere shawl. We shall, therefore, give all the information we can on the subject, from Mr. Tower's account, as published in the last volume (xlvi.) of the Transactions of the Society of Arts. The Cashmere goat was brought from Persia to France during the time of Napoleon, and under his patronage, by the celebrated M. Terneaux. In 1823, Mr. Tower, happening at that time to be in Paris, purchased four of them, two males and two females, and succeeded in conveying them safely to his residence in Essex. The soil of the park at Weald Hall, where they have been kept ever since, is moist, and the situation is much exposed. The animals have, nevertheless, continued in health, and multiplied rapidly; so that his present flock consists of twenty-seven, including the four original ones. Of these latter, a polled female, which was old when purchased by him has every year produced at least one kid, and has twice had twins. Those individuals of which the horns cross are in Persia esteemed the best; and one of Mr. Tower's last year's kids has this peculiarity. They show no impatience of cold, and are very healthy; requiring only the occasional shelter of a shed in very rough weather. In spring, summer, and autumn, they graze like sheep; and, during winter, have been fed with hay, and refuse vegetables from the garden; but their favourite food is gorse (U'lex europae'a), which they devour eagerly, without being annoyed by its prickles. They damage young plantations, but not more than other goats or deer will do. They breed very early: three of Mr. Tower's goats this year produced kids before they were themselves a twelvemonth old. A few produce brown wool; but that of far the greater proportion of the goats is white, and this latter is more valuable than the other. The coat is a mixture of long, coarse hair and of short fine wool: this latter begins to be loose early in April; and is collected, easily and expeditiously, by combing the animals two or three times with such a comb as is used for horses' manes. A good deal of the long hair comes off at the same time, but the manufacturer has found no difficulty in separating it. The produce of a male is about 4 oz., and of a female 2 oz.: 2 lbs. of wool, as it comes off the goat's back, may be estimated to make one shawl 54 in. square. It will, therefore, require ten goats, male and female, to furnish materials for one shawl. Mr. Tower has this year had three shawls made of his wool, one of which was examined by the committee of manufacturers, The yarn was spun by Messrs. Pease of Darlington and was woven by Messrs. Miller and Sons of Paisley. Mr. Tower's shawl was compared with one made in Scotland, of French shawl-goat wool, to which it was evidently far superior. It was also compared with a shawl of M. Terneaux's own make; and was considered by very competent judges to be superior to this also. (Trans. Soc. Arts.) Mr. Tower's goats were visited by Mr. Riley this present summer, and he declares them to be the most interesting specimens of the pure breed he has ever seen. The flock, consisting, in 1823, of two bucks and two does, now (1832) consists of 51 animals. Mr. Riley found them “grazing promiscuously with other stock in the park, and appearing extremely docile. The climate of England renders it necessary that, at night, they should be protected in sheds; and, in winter, fed with hay,” &c. “The down was at this time taking from them by a girl, with a common horse-comb; and, on comparing it with some specimens I had procured in France, received through Russia, I found not the slightest degeneration: but, on the contrary, from its very clean state, and the small proportion of hair, I should say, it would realize in Paris a much higher price than any I had seen. Mr. Tower has had some shawls made from the produce of his flock, one of which he presented to his late Majesty. It was greatly admired, and considered to rival those of Cachemire. Mr. Tower states that his flock produces an average of 2 1/3 oz. of down annually from each animal.”—Gardeners' Magazine. | | Sunday, June 14th, 2009 | | 12:30 am |
my big brother views so far
Anthony; hes like something out of dr who, a sausage roll come to life and programmed to say "aye' and "craic" every 10 minutes . weak, pathetic and pointless, a prime example of a ten-a-penny northern ape Saskia; a disgusting fat arsed chav with disgusting habits. Her ambition is to marry a footballer, wow! No doubt she will win and make my desire for emmigration that much stronger vanessa; a rediculous pink/brown retard with a fat tongue that dont fit in her mouth, Stupid and butch too. Mokosi; i used to like her and didnt know why. now i dislike her and dont know why. But, you can trust me to have a good reason somewhere. Kamel; a piece of shit whos jealous of roberto for being tall and handsome. Infact, kamel looks like a twisted failed test tube experiment version of roberto. Hurry up and die, son Science; totally thick and will end up a homeless tramp roaming the streets talking about god and asking for money. Derek; sly but at least you can talk to him about books and wot not. Sam; a worthless piece of furniture with a fat arse and a stupid laugh. Molested as a child if you ask me Max; The lowest of the low. His disgusting grin , infact, his whole head is like somthing out of a horror film. The way he drools after saskia is sickening, the way he nominated sam because she lost her bag was shockingly foul. He stole food off craig, bitched and moaned, comes out with awful slang and football talk. all in all a total degenerate i wouldnt piss on if he was on fire. Worthless cockney vermin, should be in jail or shot. Craig; a great guy, funny and crazy, a cool guy Roberto; a great guy, handsome, modest, would beat the shit out of max in a fight. Such a shame to see him mix with all these human pig swill. | | Monday, May 11th, 2009 | | 11:05 pm |
Your Deadly Sins
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Envy: 100%
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Pride: 100%
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Wrath: 100%
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Greed: 80%
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Sloth: 80%
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Gluttony: 60%
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Lust: 60%
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Chance You'll Go to Hell: 83%
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You will die a boring death. While dying, you will be jealous of those who die dramatic deaths. |
| | Sunday, May 10th, 2009 | | 12:52 am |
w00p! read it and weep suckers
English Genius
You scored 92% Beginner, 92% Intermediate, 86% Advanced, and 93% Expert! |
You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!
Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!
For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 29% on Beginner |
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You scored higher than 29% on Intermediate |
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You scored higher than 20% on Advanced |
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You scored higher than 91% on Expert |
| | | Monday, May 4th, 2009 | | 5:25 pm |
Your Japanese Name Is... |
Yoshi Askikaga
| | | Tuesday, April 28th, 2009 | | 11:16 pm |
| | Monday, April 27th, 2009 | | 6:23 pm |
the 'bible' of Oahspe
5. So it turned out, that when the chief false Gods and false Lords were driven out of the corporeal temples, they lost interest in mortal affairs. And I classified them and made new kingdoms in the lower heaven for them, forming them into confederacies. And they, too, became earnest workers to establish themselves in harmony, symmetry and music. And at the end of the time of hi'dan there was not one false God nor false Lord in atmospherea. | | Saturday, April 18th, 2009 | | 5:19 pm |
manga i own
gunsmith cats 1-9 Love Hina 1-14 japans 1st president 1-2 peach girl 1-3 Battle Royale 1 you're under arrest pixie junket mmm not much really, i must get more | | Saturday, April 11th, 2009 | | 12:54 am |
magazine, 1850
THE FRENCH ACADEMY has decreed to M. Emile Augier, the author of Gabrielle, the prize of seven thousand francs, for the best dramatic work inculcating principles of rectitude and morality. * * * * * CHARLES LUCIEN BONAPARTE (Prince of Canino) is now at Berlin, where he occupies himself exclusively with scientific pursuits, and the society of learned men. * * * * * THE UNIVERSITY OF DURHAM has conferred the honorary degree of M.A. on Robert Stephenson, and on Mr. Henry Taylor, the author of “Philip Van Artevelde.” * * * * * JOHN G. SAXE has been elected by the Mercantile Library Association of Montreal, to deliver the poem at the opening of their winter course of lectures. * * * * * THE SULTAN of Turkey has granted to the Princess Belgioiso, for herself and the Italian emigrants, some extensive tracts of land on the gulf of Nicomedia. * * * * * THE NEW OPERA, on which M. Strakosch is now engaged, is to be called La Regina di Napoli. The plot is taken from the history of the unfortunate Queen Joana of Sicily, and abounds in scenes of dramatic interest. * * * * * |
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