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Jul. 15th, 2025 10:14 am
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This is an antique copy of a very popular classical statue known variously as Pan and Olympus and Pan and Daphnis. We know it was popular because we possess so many versions of it. From what I've seen, this version- at Petworth House- is one of the better ones. 

Pan is teaching his protege Olympus or Daphnis to play the Pan pipes. The original was created c. 100 CE-and- on the basis of an inconclusive passage in Pliny- has been attributed to a sculptor called Heliodorus of Rhodes.

These days we treat antique statues as archaeology and- apart from cleaning them up- leave them pretty much as found- but the 18th century thought of them as art and had no qualms about making them as good as new. The Earl of Egremont's statue passed through the hands of a couple of Italian restorers before achieving its present form-  and I'm not competent to say how much of it is original. One thing I do know is that Daphnis/Olympus was found without a head- and the one he now wears once belonged to a quite different statue. It's remarkable how well it fits.....
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No clue if I'll be able to wrangle a proper wrestlepost amidst the rigours of my new job, but I owe it to the TWENTY FUCKING HOURS of graps that I watched last week to at least try. What a crazy weekend!! Y'all In is in the can, and it was an amazing, occasionally devastating but ultimately triumphant and bloody affair, and I loved every overlong minute of it, so I will post through it as best I can in between the emails from sales and WHMIS certification that I apparently have to get today.

ROH Supercard of Honor 2025 )

AEW All In Texas 2025 )

Read The Psalms

Jul. 14th, 2025 09:27 am
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 "Put not your trust in princes" says the psalmist. A lot of people will have voted for Trump (some with clothes pegs on their noses) because of his promise to "drain the swamp" and publish the Epstein files. I'm not going to speculate on why he has suddenly reneged on that promise, simply observe that in doing so he has delivered his followers a valuable political- and Biblical- lesson....

Recent reading

Jul. 13th, 2025 04:54 pm
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Right, let's get this reading post done before the excitement of [community profile] raremaleslashex assignments takes over :D

Apollo's Angels: A History of Ballet by Jennifer Homans (2010). I read this as background/research for potential Étoile fic writing, and it has been very informative. It covers the history of ballet from its emergence in the court dances of seventeenth-century France, through its development in various places through time, trends and arguments, the influence of other dance styles, its success and declines, etc. etc. Lots of interesting and useful little titbits, both generally and fannishly (I especially like the influential eighteenth-century French ballerina Marie Sallé, who—in a period when female dancers were more or less expected also to be courtesans and mistresses—developed a reputation for universally rejecting male attentions, and on her retirement 'lived quietly with an Englishwoman, Rebecca Wick, to whom she left her modest worldly belongings'; on the fannish side of things, I think I see why Maya Plisetskaya is Cheyenne's fave); I also enjoyed the discussion of how ballet has developed and been reinterpreted in widely diverse cultural and political contexts (the court of Louis XIV; post-Revolutionary Paris; the Romantic nineteenth century; the twentieth-century US and USSR). Homans, a former ballet dancer turned historian, is ideally placed to write a book like this; she writes very much from a perspective informed by direct practical experience of dance, and doesn't hesitate to express her artistic and professional opinions, especially in the final chapters on the flourishing of ballet in twentieth-century America. At the end she argues that ballet, having fallen from those heights, has entered a decline which is probably terminal, perhaps due to its incompatibility with modern culture. I don't know what to make of that; at least I'm sure the characters and presumably the creators of Étoile would not agree! I have seen very little actual ballet in my life—I must go and remedy that soon—and I'm sure someone more familiar with it would have got more out of this book than I did, but still a very worthwhile read.

Re-read Piranesi by Susanna Clarke (2020), gradually over the last eight weeks with the JSMN fandom read-along Discord that [personal profile] pretty_plant kindly invited me to. I love this book as much as ever and, as ever, what I love most about it is how kind and gentle it is in the face of incomprehensibly horrible things happening, and the understanding that both the narrator and Sarah Raphael ultimately reach of their experiences and the world they live in. I was less caught by the academic backstory this time; perhaps I wasn't in the right mood. I do think this book benefits from being read quickly all in one go and getting properly mentally absorbed in it; reading only one part a week with other obsessions going on at the same time made less of it.

Dr Wortle's School by Anthony Trollope (1881). Having finished the Barsetshire series last year, I wanted to keep up my tradition of reading a Trollope each summer but was dithering over where to go next; I didn't want to launch into the Palliser books, his other famous series, because from the sound of it they have less of the elements I enjoyed most about Barsetshire (church politics and rural society) and more of the elements I was less interested in (London and the nobility). In the end I picked a title from his bibliography on Wikipedia on the basis of, that sounds interesting, I'd like to see what he does with a school setting. Well, it is about a school setting in a sense, though it's not what you'd call a school story; Dr Wortle is a very Barsetshire-ish country clergyman who also runs a small preparatory school, so I managed to pick well for myself there. But if this book is half Barsetshire, the other half turns out to be a Wilkie Collins novel: the main plot turns on a reveal entertainingly similar to the inciting reveal in No Name (but made in hilariously non-sensation novel fashion: early on in the book Trollope spends several paragraphs telling the reader 'now, authors usually draw this sort of thing out for the drama and suspense, but I'm not going to do that, I'm just going to tell you the big twist now; perhaps some readers will find this boring and fun-ruining, in which case I suggest they put the book down'). It is an interesting example of how different authors with different priorities tackle a similar scenario: besides Trollope not being a sensation novelist, this story kind of returns to the themes of The Warden in being very much about the social consequences of scandal and the practical importance they have, whereas No Name is all about the legal consequences and the social effects that follow as a result. I liked it! I especially liked the character of Dr Wortle, who is principled and determined on following his conscience in the face of social pressure and serious threatened consequences, but who is also dictatorial, prone to poor judgement and not always actuated by purely charitable motives; I think Trollope is too sympathetic to his failings, but I nevertheless liked how he portrays his protagonist's complexity. The book is let down by a particularly annoying Victorian love subplot which increasingly eclipses the main story towards the end, but aside from that it was worth reading.

Burn 'Em

Jul. 13th, 2025 03:17 pm
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 Poem came to me in Meeting for Worship. When a poem comes you can't say "No" because it'll go on nagging til you say "Yes".

It's called.....

Burn 'Em 

Penny for the guy,
Penny for the witches,
Send 'em to the sky
With bangers in their breeches.

Penny for yer Bruno,
Penny for Molay,
Penny for yer Joan of Arc.
Make 'em go away.

Penny for yer Cathars,
Twopence coloured, penny plain.
Up they go as sparkles.
Down they come as rain.....

Edge Of The Seat

Jul. 13th, 2025 08:12 am
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 We introduced Wendy to Edna and Miriam. It's good to make such connections. You never know what good things may come of them. I introduced her as our "unofficially adopted daughter". 

The Wimbledon Women's Final was postponed until tea time because of the heat. It was won and lost 6-0, 6-0- something that hasn't happened before in the open era. Not a good match, then, but an extraordinary one, with its own fascination. Was Swiatek going to make the clean sweep? In its own way this was edge of the seat stuff. 

It looks like it might be cooler today. Ailz had a bad night and I'll be going to Meeting on my own. If I start walking in good time I can go by way of the beach....

Hurt/Comfort Exchange creator reveals

Jul. 12th, 2025 05:12 pm
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My lovely Kidnapped gift was by [personal profile] sweetsorcery—thank you! :)

I, meanwhile, was pleased to match on The Warm Hands of Ghosts and Laura/Pim again. It's a good pairing for the angsty kind of hurt/comfort where the hurt (of both characters) is bigger and more complicated than the comfort can fix, but it still matters...

A Relapse and a Respite (2411 words) by regshoe
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Warm Hands of Ghosts - Katherine Arden
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Laura Iven/Penelope "Pim" Shaw
Characters: Penelope "Pim" Shaw, Laura Iven
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Unresolved Feelings, Wrapped in blankets while hurt/sick
Summary:

The flu isn’t quite done with Laura, after all; Pim takes care of her, but she has other things on her mind too.

A Little Local Unpleasantness

Jul. 12th, 2025 08:48 am
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 So the next door neighbour comes storming round, just after Damian's man put the skip down on our drive,  saying "You're not having that conman do work for you!" And  more to that effect. Damian himself came across and things escalated. Solicitors got mentioned. "You and I are neighbours," says Peter to me "But we're going to fall out big time." I said, "I'm sorry you're upset, but the work has been commissioned and Damian is a friend." I made a point of not getting shouty. And actually it wasn't all that difficult. 

"He's not a friend, but a conman...." And so on and on.  Peter is a tract-distributing Seventh Day Adventist. If I get the opportunity I may remind him of the things that Jesus said about neighbours....

This comes about because Damian is beginning the second phase of the building work we've asked him to do- the phase that'll see the garage converted into a bed-sit.....

No Doubt

Jul. 11th, 2025 11:07 am
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 There is no Epstein client list. No, of course there isn't....

The powerful have always lied and had their flunkies lie on their behalf, but I can't think they've ever lied so brazenly before.

In the teeth of the evidence, in contradiction to what they said just the other day.

Or perhaps it's not that they've grown more brazen but that we're so much better informed than we used to be

And less inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt because there is no doubt.....

re: Perfectionism

Jul. 10th, 2025 09:25 am
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I guess I will write a notepad entry while I wait to be able to do my job again?? Last night we had one of the craziest storms I've ever been in; the trailer was straight up shaking from the force of the thunder alone for about half an hour at its worst. The power only went out once, and just for an instant (long enough to be annoying because while my computer did not turn back on on its own, my bedroom lights decided to for some reason?? I WAS TRYING TO SLEEP), but whatever happened clearly hit the dealership, too, because we have been without internet all day.

I literally can do no part of my new job without the internet!! At least the techs have work to keep them busy (although from what I'm hearing through the door, they're mostly just playing around with their personal vehicles right now), but sales is going to be completely up my ass about all of their pressing concerns that I can't do shit about just yet.

So I've mostly just been reading Emily Climbs outside in the sun for the last few hours and trying not to think about how much shit is piling up in my inbox on the other side of this! The bodyshop gave us chocolate bars, which was nice. I'm thinking about ordering a burrito the instant Mucho opens for delivery, as long as they still have the special red ghost pepper burritos (since they still don't have shrimp on the menu anymore and I REFUSE to frequent them without extra good cause as a result). The only issue with that is that I haven't tried ordering food here before, and I feel like the building is going to be really difficult for drivers to locate. Maybe I'll just stand outside and wave my arms when they get close. Or just tell them to deliver it to the bodyshop, because GOD KNOWS I get a ton of people just strolling into my office thinking the big unmarked building they've wandered into must be that. I don't even know what my address is!!

Finally going to the movies tonight, after more than a weeklong break (but we saw like four the week before last, so it balances out). The Godfather! My mom's never seen it before! Exciting!

The burrito has been ordered. My fate is in god's hands now.

God's name is Harshdeep today.

Anyway, I wrote all of that yesterday morning, and then when I finally got some scraps of internet in the afternoon, I forgot to post it because holy shit so much to do, so enjoy this MISSIVE FROM THE DISTANT PAST. Doing better today. My goals today are to stay on top of my inbox, figure out exactly what is happening with all thirty-something vehicles under my purview, and draw up a chart for the upcoming G1 Climax tournament. The Godfather was fucking sick on the big screen. Let's go!!!

28. Are You a Perfectionist?

I try to be. Real life gets in the way most of the time, though.

Firebacks

Jul. 10th, 2025 08:25 am
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 Petworth is home to the Mitford collection of firebacks.

A fireback is an iron plate placed at the back of the chimney to protect the wall behind and radiate heat into the room. They started being made in the late 15th century. The Kent and Sussex Weald was a centre of English iron manufacture but, oddly enough, most of the items in the Mitford Collection, though sourced locally, from cottages and farmhouses in West Sussex, were made in North-West Germany- and intended for the Dutch market.  The majority date from the late 17th century.

Firebacks can be highly decorated- with mythological, religious and political images and emblems. Wooden stamps and patterns were used which allowed for popular designs to be mass produced. 

The Mitford firebacks are displayed stapled to the wallls of the very long corridor in the servants quarters. You pass between them on your way to the cafe.....

I took some pictures.....

This first example features a group of aristocratic worthies of interest to 17th century Dutch people

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The second, which is my favourite, has the personification of the Dutch republic- Hollandia- sitting inside a fort- accompanied by the fighting lion of the house of Nassau. The thing on the end of the pole is a liberty cap- a less inflammatory forerunner of the red bonnet of the French revolution . It is usefully dated 1662

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Finally, here's the story of Susannah and the Elders- a racy subject rendered family friendly by its Biblical origins.

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Petworth

Jul. 9th, 2025 08:45 am
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 We walked down to the lake over the vast expanse of dry yellow grass, avoiding as best we could the droppings of sheep and geese and at a certain point I turned and looked at the west front of the great house and surprised myself by saying, "You know, It's actually very ugly".

On reflection, "ugly" may be going too far. "Nondescript" would be more accurate. Petworth House presents a long unbroken facade-  like a posh London terrace that has been incongruously plonked down in a field. It's grand, it's gray, it's depressing. Maybe I was still thinking of things we'd been told about previous owners; how one couldn't abide the smell of cooking and moved the kitchens to a separate building, how another (or perhaps the same one) put in tunnels for servants to use because he didn't want to have to see them. Henry VIII- on a visit to the manor house that preceded the present building-had enclosed the surrounding common land for his own especial use and the house's lord had liked this arrangement so much he'd kept it. The walls surrounding the property are high. The peasantry are not only being kept out but being denied even a glimpse of the land that used to be theirs. 

The art collections are stupendous- and hung in the 19th century style which means much of the work is hung so high,  in the shadows of the roof, as to be virtually invisible. The statues are a mix of Roman pieces that hve been stuck back together with glue and 19th century classical pieces that ape them and are mostly bland and silly. All but a few of the paintings have been soused in decades worth of cigar smoke and are in desparate need of cleaning. The choicest pieces are a version of Hieronymus Bosch's Visitation of the Magi which is good enough to be by the hand of the master and a version of Holbein's Henry VIII which is also very fine. Henry is encased in woodwork by Grinling Gibbons over the fireplace in the house's grandest room. 

How very appropriate that the presiding spirit of this gruesome place should be the King of Thieves....

Down by the lake a gosling took a fancy to us and asked if we had food. Ailz carries doggy treats- and the gosling gave them a go but spat them out. Too dry, too hard, I suppose.  Nothing discouraged it followed us halfway back to the house going "peep, peep, peep." I fantasised about tucking it under my jacket and smuggling it out.....

[489] ich lese von panzerschlacht

Jul. 8th, 2025 03:32 pm
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I'm still alive!! Honest!! Largely MIA and unavailable because it turns out completely upending your schedule and life overnight takes some getting used to, but I'm doing okay! I think! I hope???

The new job is interesting! I'm not good enough at it yet to really be comfortable and have time to fuck around online that much (a little more every day, though!), but I think eventually I'll be able to settle into a nice routine once I get the hang of things. I'm technically a service advisor now?? I just only deal with used vehicles coming into inventory, so I'm more of the middleperson between the techs and the salespeople (and also the body shop and sometimes parts depending on what's going on). It's kind of a lot! But it's not bad, and I think I can be good at it if I keep working at it. We'll see how things go, I guess????

I still don't know how I feel about the schedule. Having my number of days off nearly halved is tough, and while the extra time to get stuff done in the evenings is probably ultimately better for actually getting stuff done, I don't like how it feels like my entire life revolves around going to work now. Two days off is not enough! I miss that nice, sharp divide!

Album #489/1001: Dagmar Krause - Tank Battles )

Okay, I've got a bunch of work orders to open now, byyyyyye~~

Frustrating

Jul. 8th, 2025 09:03 am
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 I like to visit new places but I also like to sleep in my own bed. 

When we first moved down to the South East we explored the surrounding area exhaustively. Are there interesting things I haven't been to see in Sussex, Kent and Surrey? Not very many.

Today we're going to Petworth- at the western end of the County-  to meet up with my sister and brother-in-law- a journey of an hour and a half. This is about as far as it's realistic to go without having to check into a hotel overnight. Will we be driving down any roads we haven't driven down before? Unlikely.... 

It's all a little frustrating.....

Worship

Jul. 7th, 2025 10:03 am
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 What Quakers do in what we call our hour of "Worship" is very much up to them as individuals.

Some read, some meditate, some pray, some think, some fall asleep....

I don't have a programme. I do my best to simply exist. Much of the time I keep my eyes shut, but I also like to look out the window. The windows in the Meeting Room afford a view of the plants the lodger upstairs has lined up along the wall of her balcony area. Flowers are good. Clouds are good. Birds are good.....

Thoughts show up. Silly ones. Of course they do. I let them come and go, dismissing them with a benediction. Every so often I come to myself and refocus on the silence. I think this is what is referred to as "centering". As I've written elsewhere the silence isn't just about listening or not listening, it involves all the senses. I can sort of see it, I can sort of feel it. It's beautiful and peaceful and wonderful.....

I don't pray. I don't think there's Anyone "out there" to be prayed to. I don't believe in that kind of God. 

The Byzantine ruler on his throne- recieving gifts, receiving flattery, receiving petitions. No, no, no, no, no. That model is so out of date, So very close to being wrong. Except that God is All things and can be an Emperor if we really want. The Emperor is one of the 22 cards of the major arcana- and God is that but also all the rest. He is the Fool, the Hanged Man, the Star, the High Priestess.....

God is everything. God is the flower on the wall, God is the passing cloud and the gull flying under it  God is me, God is you, God is nothing

Fairies

Jul. 6th, 2025 03:09 pm
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 Cecily Mary Barker produced the first of her Flower Fairy books in 1923. As a small boy I thought them frightfully soppy, Now I find them charming.

I looked her up. And found, to my surprise, that she lived in Croydon, the famously ugly Surrey town where I spent most of my childhood. 

A bit back I made a produced a picture of a mischievous little imp who I decided, after asessing him, had to be the Stinging Nettle Fairy.

My friend Deborahlka liked him and asked for more. Specifically the Poison Oak Fairy and the Poison Ivy Family. I wasn't intending to go any further down this road but I can't say "No" to a lady.

So here, with apologies and an affectionate thank you to Cecily Barker are...

The Poison Oak Fairy

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and

The Poison Ivy Fairy

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Rare Male Slash Exchange letter 2025

Jul. 6th, 2025 02:20 pm
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Dear RMSE Creator,

Thank you for writing me a fic for one of these lovely rare slash ships! I'm [archiveofourown.org profile] regshoe on AO3. I've said a bit below about what I like about my requested ships and given some prompts, but if you have a completely different idea you want to write, please go for it—I'll look forward to seeing whatever you come up with!

Fandoms are Étoile (TV), Kidnapped - Robert Louis Stevenson, Kidnapped - McArthur & McCarthy & Stevenson and The Longest Journey - E. M. Forster )

Partying

Jul. 5th, 2025 09:09 am
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 Mike and Su and Sej are visiting for the first time this year.  It was Mike's idea to have a cook-out. I don't know if he was thinking 4th of July but he's half American so he may have been. We borrowed the portable barbeque from Damian- and Sandra, Damian's wife, fired it up for us because neither Mike nor I could figure it out.

Damian and Sandra and Aoife were at the party along with Mark (who is fully American) and Dawn and Danny from Quakers. We were a really disparate group but everyone seemed to get along. 

Su is booking a seat at a Spurs home game for a visiting nephew. Seems that the cheapest seat is £100. Football used to be the people's game. 'T'ain't any longer.

Dragon On A Stick

Jul. 4th, 2025 08:47 am
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 Steve Judd, the astrologer, is excited about the present relationship of the outer planets- Neptune, Uranus and Pluto- and especially about the conjunction of Neptune and Saturn, which is something that has never happened before- at least not in a very long time. It means Change- Change with a capital "C". Out with the old and in with the new.....

He believes (and I believe) that's what we're seeing everywhere now- event after event after event.

The old order in its death throes, wriggling and snapping- like the dragon on the end of St Michael's lance

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Steve, who is 70- says he's been waiting 40-50 years- so all of his adult and professional life- for this moment to come round.....

As have we all- all of us born into this Time- consciously or unconsciously- even those of us who are not astrologers. It's why we chose to be here.....