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Reconnaissance trip to Latin America with Monsriaan Foundation, Prinece Claus Fund. Lima, Peru day2.
TITLE: Starwolves of the Battle Ring
AUTHOR: Thorarinn Gunnarsson
TYPE: paperback novel
PUBLISHER: Popular Library Questar 20908-9
COVER PRICE: $ 3.95
ISBN: 0-445-20908-9
PAGES: 235
EDITION: 1st printing
PUB DATE: October 1989
COPYRIGHT: 1989 by author
COVER ARTIST:
ISFDB: Yes
RATING:
COMMENTS: see book STARWOLVES by same author
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RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry indicates specific information not available from book.
QUOTE….“ There is no such thing as luck. There is only adequate or inadequate preparation to cope with a statistical universe.” Robert Heinlein, Time Enough for Love
TITLE: On The Boundaries of Darkness
AUTHOR: Niel Hancock 1941-
TYPE: paperback novel
PUBLISHER: Popular Library 04722
COPYRIGHT: 1982 by author
ISBN: 0-445-04722-4
EDITION: 1st Popular Library
PUB DATE: July 1882
PAGES: 287
COVER PRICE: $2.95
COVER ARTIST: not credited
ISFDB: Yes
NOTATION: The Wilderness of Four- book 3
COMMENTS: As an admirer of fantasy art I am very fond of the artwork used on this book. The image “sold” me on the book, which is high credit indeed. Yet, I cannot find out who the artist is!
AND SO HE SAYS….“So I'll write it, and then I'll find out that I actually wrote something that is utterly useless. You can't use it in the story and it doesn't fit. So I just throw it away. I've done that countless times”. Jack Vance
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Mi cabeza... una colmena, y dentro, un enjambre de inquietas avispas; Eso es la culpa.(Jesús Celma)
Que me has dejado en el pasado
y que de mi te has olvidado
que son las cosas de la vida
dejarme así con otra herida.
Sé que lo tengo merecido
por entregarme así contigo,
te dí todo lo que había
en este corazón muy decaído
que voy hacer con lo que siento
se que me esperan noches de frío
El culpable soy yo...
Title: Rim of Space
Editor: Chandler, Bertram A. 1912-84
Type: Paperback - novel
Publisher: ACE Books F133
Edition: Ace Double Novel with Secret Agent of Terra
Copyright:1961 by author
Pages count: 128
Edition:
Cover artist:
Publication date: 1962
Cover Price: .40
INDEX: 0257 - Rim of Space - 02 - ABC - IFB
Comments:
Cover for The Rim of Space is stated "Complete & Unabridged"
Cover artist is uncredited and signature is not visible on cover.
The Rim of Space 128 pages
Culpability: All images are from publications owned by CW. Image scanning, editing and compiling of bibliographic data was performed by CW.
September 30, 2018
Winnipeg, Manitoba
A round dance was held at Portage and Main to commemorate the damage wrought by the Canadian Indian residential school system.
Residential schools were boarding schools run by Canada's Department of Indian Affairs in conjunction with Christian churches, from about 1870 to 1996. Both Anglican and Catholic churches were culpable.
Attendance at residential schools was compulsory, and Indigenous children were forcibly removed from their homes by government agents. That made both the Government of Canada and the Church collaborators in one of the largest mass kidnappings in history.
The function of the schools was to 'erase the Indian' by forcing children into speaking English or French. Severe punishment was given to those who disobeyed and continued to speak their own language.
The residential schools also became known for unchecked and widespread physical and emotional abuse by clergy. St. Anne’s Indian Residential School even had its own electric chair, something the Canadian government was aware of and didn’t stop. This was only one of the horrors students were forced to endure. High rates of child mortality within the nationwide system went uninvestigated, with many of the dead buried in unmarked graves.
Within the last week, a Saskatchewan radio station broadcast an advertisement paid for by the Frontier Centre for Public Policy (FCPP), a Winnipeg-based organization. The ad, featuring Roger Currie, claims that the indignities perpetrated by residential schools are a myth. The terrible claims made by former students have been independently investigated and found to be true. The Church and the Government of Canada have both since apologised for their roles, with the latter having unilaterally paid financial recompense to those remaining survivors who were victimized by the system.
The generational ramifications of the Canadian Indian residential school system are still visible today; indigenous men and women are marginalised and discriminated against in what are becoming public spectacles. Despite promises made by our current Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau, very little has been done by his government to find common ground with the Indigenous population. At times it seems as though the Government of Canada is still at odds with the Indians, as it was in the old days.
monòlit per a Francesc Ferrer i Guardia, a la muntanya de Montjuïc, per l'ajuntament de Barcelona el 13 d'octubre de 1990 en 81 aniversari de la seva mort.
El 13 d'octubre de 1909 va ser executat a la presó del castell de Montjuïc, acusat d'haver estat l'instigador de la revolta coneguda com la Setmana Tràgica de Barcelona del 1909. Una revolta anticlerical, després de la qual Ferrer, a causa de les seves poques amistats estratègiques i la seva antiga vinculació amb Mateo Morral, va ser declarat culpable davant un tribunal militar. La seva obra més coneguda és L'Escola Moderna. Poc després de la seva mort es van obrir arreu del món diverses Escoles Modernes inspirades en la seva pedagogia. Una de les més importants va ser la Modern School de Nova York, fundada en 1911.
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Monolith and statue dedicated in 1990 by the Barcelona mayor's office in respect for his work.
Following the declaration of martial law in 1909 during the Tragic Week, he was arrested and executed without trial by firing squad at Montjuich Fortress in Barcelona on 13 October, even though he was never really involved.
Shortly after his execution, numerous supporters of Ferrer's ideas in the United States formed what were called Modern Schools, or Ferrer Schools, modeled after la Escuela Moderna. The first and most notable Modern School was formed in New York City in 1911
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Monolito y estatua colocados en 1990 como reconocimiento público de la ciudad de Barcelona a Ferrer Guardia. Este monumento es una réplica del instalado en memoria del pedagogo anarquista en 1911 en Bruselas, exactamente en la Avenida Franklin Roosevelt, frente a la Universidad Libre de la capital belga.
En 1909 se encuentra en Barcelona y es detenido, acusado de haber sido el instigador de la revuelta conocida como la Semana Trágica. Una revuelta anticlerical, tras la cual Ferrer, debido a sus pocas amistades estratégicas y su antigua vinculación con Mateo Morral, fue declarado culpable ante un tribunal militar y a las 9 de la mañana del 13 de octubre de 1909 fue fusilado en el foso de Santa Amalia de la prisión del Montjuïc.
Es bien sabido, y ya lo fue en su momento, que Ferrer Guardia no tuvo relación con los hechos y que los tribunales militares lo acusaron y condenaron sin más pruebas.
мир
© Andrew Bossi, flic.kr/s/aHsjXUgY4p
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2014 May 2
Today one friend (Pro-Ukraine) missed being shot by less than a meter. Another (Pro-Russia) was beaten by opposing protesters. And another (Pro-Ukraine) was lit on fire by a Molotov cocktail. ...And I *saw* that last one as it happened on a livestream. And what happened at Odessa's Trade Union Building today is an absolute travesty. If you aren't paying attention to what has been happening, is happening, and what is still to come: you should be.
What is going on in Ukraine is sickening, and worsened in that at the start of this year these same people were friends. You don't throw rocks or tear up cobblestones, toss Molotovs or fill the bottles, fire bullets or stand beside them & expect none of that is intended to kill. Those of both sides who contribute to the carnage are as culpable as those who perform it.
Behind every front line of thugs is a mindless mob, and behind every mindless mob -- to some glimmer of hope -- are the good people, ignored, who will pickup the fallen and clean the mess of both sides.
TITLE: Inside Outside
AUTHOR: Philip Jose Farmer
TYPE: paperback novel
PUBLISHER: Berkley
COVER PRICE: $ 1.75
ISBN: 0-425-04041-0
PAGES: 169
COPYRIGHT: 1964 by author
PUB DATE: 1979-03
EDITION: 2 prior paperback editions
COVER ARTIST: Greg Theakston
ISFDB:
RATING: 8
NOTATION:
INDEX: 0485 - Inside Outside - 0019 - PJF - IFB
CONTENTS:
QUOTE “His wife had held him in her arms as if she could keep death away from him. He had cried out, "My God, I am a dead man!"
- To Your Scattered Bodies Go.” Philip Jose Farmer
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RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry indicates specific information not available from book.
TITLE: The Alchemists
AUTHOR: Geary Gravel 1951-
TYPE: paperback novel
PUBLISHER: Ballantine 31397/Del Rey
COPYRIGHT: 1984
ISBN: 0-345-31397-6
EDITION: stated 1st edition
PUB DATE: Feb 1984
PAGES: 289
COVER PRICE: $2.95
COVER ARTIST: Kirk Reinert
ISFDB: Yes
RATING: not read
COMMENTS: First published book by Mr. Geary
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QUOTE….“He learned about pain and death from an ugly dying dog. It had been run over and lay by the side of the road…. To understand what the dog was saying he put his hand on its stumpy tail. “Who mandated this death for you?” he asked the dog. “What have you done?” “I did nothing,” the dog replied. “But this is a harsh death.” “Nonetheless,” the dog told him. “I am blameless.” The Divine Invasion”. Philip K. Dick
TITLE: Fireclown
AUTHOR: Michael Moorcock 1939-
TYPE: novel paperback
EDITION: 1st paperback
PUBLISHER: Paperback Library 52-475
COVER PRICE: $.50
ISBN:
PAGES: 158
PUB DATE: June 1967
COPYRIGHT: 1965 by author
COVER ARTIST:
ISFDB: No
RATING: 3
INDEX: 0284 - Fireclown - 04 - MM - IFB
COMMENTS: Title change to Winds of Limbo in later editions from other publishers.
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QUOTE….“ It is the color of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair, which flows below his shoulders, is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody, and from the loose sleeves of his yellow gown emerge two slender hands, also the color of bone”. Thus described by author Michael Moorcock in the first book, Elric of Melniboné
TITLE: Shaggy Planet
AUTHOR: Ron Goulart 1933-
TYPE: Novel
PUBLISHER: Manor Books 75420
COPYRIGHT: 1973 by author
EDITION: 2nd edition not stated
PUB DATE: 06-1975
PAGES: 175
COVER PRICE: $1.50
COVER ARTIST: not credited
ISFDB: Yes
Comments: Previously published by Lancer/Manor therefore this is the 2nd edition. Attractive cover but no artist credit or identification.
Culpability: All images are from publications owned by CW. Image scanning, editing and compiling of bibliographic data was performed by CW. No entry indicates information not available from book. ISFDB: Internet Speculative Fiction Data Base.
Dos quarts de deu del vespre.
El dia s’adorm, lentament, tancant els llums de les cambres inhabitades, dibuixant retalls d’obscuritat al peu dels mobles que se’n lamenten, grinyolant el seu abandó, el seu oblit en una nova nit. Una nit més, d’un dia més, d’un temps que es mou en cercles, avançant i retrocedint eternament.
Travesso el passadís en penombra, creuant portes que tanco, al meu darrere. Cuina, lavabo, l’habitació de la mare.
- Bona nit, que dormis bé!
De dins, un lleu murmuri, una cantarella letàrgica, un suau lament d’hores viscudes, de dolors impregnats als budells. I una subtil presència de sofre, fosca, esperant al costat del llit. Ja fa un mes que s’hi ha instal·lat, des del principi de la malaltia.
Segueixo passadís avall, dues, quatre, deu, vint rajoles d’argila del tauler d’escacs imaginari. La dama que avança, majestuosa; la reina sense rei, sense peons, ni torres, ni cavalls…
Davant la porta de fusta blanca, de doble fulla, deso les sabates damunt l’estora que em dóna la benvinguda. Descalça, alçada de puntetes, començo el ritual de cada vespre.
Encendre el llum de la tauleta, la bombeta esgrogueïda dins el conus de pergamí recremat. El focus projectant dèbils cercles de llum cap el sostre, en gradients de color rosa, salmó, sèpia, gris… Gairebé no es perceben els contorns de les figures, als quadres de les parets: el Sant Sopar, els pares de casori, el paisatge nevat de punt de creu… La lluentor dels marcs daurats també s’ha esmorteït en la foscor.
Posar l’alarma del rellotge a l’hora de sempre. Vuit trenta. Com cada matí, el so inexcusable, el timbre maleït.
Descordar-me lentament la bata embuatada, sis botons de colors dins sis traus, un per un. Plegar-la i col·locar-la damunt la cadira d’arpillera i pi ennegrit, als peus del llit. Després, hi van els sostenidors. Tres gafets, primer una espatlla, després l’altra. El fred de la rajola s’enfila pels peus, des de les puntes dels dits fins als mugrons, erectes i endurits en una esgarrifança elèctrica.
Posar-me el camisó de cotó que resta, tebi pel planxat recent, damunt del respatller de la cadira. Primer passa pel cap, pels braços, fins caure pel seu pes fins els genolls. Calçar-me les sabatilles de vellut, primer el peu dret, després el peu esquerre. Tres passos endavant.
Obrir el calaix de la tauleta. El llibre del marquès de la nit anterior, unes pinzellades de filosofia en el tocador, el record de la mare, les ulleres de llegir dins l’estoig de pell, els mocadors, la ploma estilogràfica, la llibreta ratllada. Agafar el tub de pastilles. Un glop d’aigua, dues càpsules baixant, corrent avall per l’esòfag. Una lleugera irritació a la laringe, un eructe sense sortida. Inspirar fort fins fer desaparèixer la sensació d’ofec.
Obrir les cortines del balcó… No. Avui no. Avui és nit de records, de reunió familiar.
Tanco les cortines blanques de fil, abaixo les persianes.
Obro les dues portes de fusta lacada de l’armari, m’envaeix el ferum d’humitat i lavanda. En trec la capsa de sabates de la memòria, folrada de flors de colors, grans, exòtiques, voluptuoses. La deixo damunt la vànova, l’obro, escampo les fotografies antigues d’escenes congelades en blanc i negre, d’ànimes retingudes del passat. El vel de núvia de la mare, la pila baptismal del meu bateig, el vestit de militar del pare… El pare. Alt, fort, el bigoti fi, el cabell ondulant pentinat amb brillantina, amb aquell perfum de taronja rància, la mirada perduda, la postura rígida.
De dins l’armari despenjo la seva jaqueta. La deixo asseguda damunt de la cadira. Les botes són al fons, damunt l’estoig del revòlver de reglament, al darrere del meu munt de jerseis de llana.
Lentament deixo caure el camisó fins els turmells, m’abaixo les calces, em descalço. Em miro al mirall de cos sencer del racó, al fons de la cambra. Un oval giratori, sostingut per dos peus de caoba en forma de T invertida. Un regal de l’àvia en herència, poc abans de morir. Deia que guardava les imatges de tots els que s’hi havien reflectit, una llarga estirp de dones de la família Rius. M’observo, nua, la meitat del cos a les fosques, el contorn fosforescent, il·luminat pel llum parpellejant de la tauleta. Massa pèl…
De sota el llit en trec el gibrell, la navalla d’afaitar, la brotxa, el sabó de glicerina. Aboco l’aigua del got, en faig escuma, m’ensabono aixelles, cames, pubis. Amb suavitat faig lliscar la fulla damunt la pell, tallant de base el borrissol de préssec i coco, fins deixar-la fina, llisa, suau. M’acaricio plecs i prominències, ossos i pelleringues. Em veig acariciant-me. Veig una mà que m’acaricia. Sento una mà repassant els contorns epidèrmics, i m’estremeixo.
Em vesteixo amb la jaqueta militar, em cordo els botons daurats, em col·loco correctament els galons, m’arromango les mànigues. No deixo de mirar-me. Veig el pare, descordant-se el cinturó, sostenint-ne la punta amb una mà, la sivella penjant a l’altre extrem. La mà dreta, esmunyint-se a través de la tela aspra, en el meu pit esquerre.
- Ets una nena dolenta. Molt dolenta… T’hauré de castigar.
De sobte, em bufeteja. Em veig caure de genolls, d’esquena al mirall, de bocaterrosa damunt l’extrem del llit. Imploro, somiquejo, “no ho tornaré a fer, ho juro”. L’estómac doblegat sobre la cantonada del matalàs, les natges lacerades. Fuetejades amb el cinturó, una vegada i una altra. El metall clavat en la pell enrogida, en carn viva. Petites perles de sang rodolant malucs avall.
Un dolor extrem. Pèrdua de visió. Ulls cecs. Desmai.
Vuit trenta. El timbre maleït de cada matí. Desperto, suada i adolorida. Apujo la persiana, el sol travessa la finestra. Sento el gemec del reclam moribund, a l’altra banda del passadís. En dues hores haig de ser fora de casa.
Avui serà un dia molt llarg, a la feina.
TITLE: Vanishing Tower
AUTHOR: Michael Moorcock 1939-
TYPE: novel paperback
EDITION: 1st DAW edition
PUBLISHER: DAW No 245 UY1304
COVER PRICE: $1.25
ISBN: 0-87997-304-8
PAGES: 175
PUB DATE: June 1977
COPYRIGHT: 1970 by author
COVER ARTIST:
ISFDB: No
RATING: 6
INDEX: 0294 - Vanishing Tower - 13 - MM - DAW 245 - IFB
COMMENTS: Also published under the title The Sleeping Sorceress
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RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
No entries indicate specific information not available for the book.
QUOTE….“Perhaps you have heard of my by another name? By the name of the Soul Thief?”. The creature lashed its serrated tale and its bovine nostrils dissented. The horned head swayed on the short neck and the long teeth gleamed in the darkness. It reached out scaly claws and began to lumber towards the Prince of Ruins. From The Vanishing Tower by Michael Moorcock
Imaginen contar con las condiciones perfectas para fotos magníficas: un día soleado, una bellísima chica sin experiencia en modelaje pero con mucha voluntad de posar, un parque muy escénico. Sin embargo las fotos apestan y el único culpable eres tú, el fotógrafo. Pero hay que ser preciso: no es al persona, si no que la técnica, que se puede cultivar. Y esa mejora proviene de ser honesto y volver siempre a analizar los errores.
Los errores que cometí son tantos, que me avergüenza reconocerlos. Pero hay ue dejar de lado la vergüenza para aprender: tomar pocas fotos, dar malas instrucciones para las poses, no saber poner en palabras eso que la modelo no es capaz de ver y que es lo más bello, no chequear el enfoque (ese día estaba obsesionado con manual), no cuidar los fondos y los contrastes de luz.
Algunos podrían decir que el error estuvo en la cámara. Pero mi misión de vida es demostrar que con una cámara ponit and shoot puedes lograr buenas fotos, siempre y cuando conozcas todos sus engranajes. Aún así, a veces, ese conocimiento técnico se tiene, pero las fotos salen mal igual.
A años de ver estas fotos, identifico concretamente lo que haría diferente. No siempre hay que contar los wins.
Mi equipamiento en esta foto: Canon PowerShot SX 240 hackeada con CHDK.
Ediciones: Muchas, para compensar mi ineptitud: Ajuste de blancos, curva de tonos, desaturación de rojo, magenta, violeta y azul. Desde RAW generado por CHDK, con Adobe Lightroom.
Mira más de ella aquí: www.flickr.com/photos/dewutroppa/54244330874/in/dateposte...
Imagine having the perfect conditions for great photos: a sunny day, a gorgeous girl with no modeling experience but a lot of desire to pose, a very scenic park. However, the photos suck and the only one to blame is you, the photographer. But you have to be precise: it's not the person, but the technique, which can be cultivated. And that improvement comes from being honest and always re-analyzing the mistakes.
The mistakes I made are so many that I'm ashamed to admit them. But you have to put shame aside to learn: taking few photos, giving bad instructions for the poses, not knowing how to put into words what the model is not able to see and that is the most beautiful, not checking the focus (that day I was obsessed with manual), not taking care of the backgrounds and light contrasts.
Some might say that the mistake was in the camera. But my mission in life is to show that with a point and shoot camera you can get good photos, as long as you know all its gears. Still, sometimes you have that technical knowledge, but the photos still come out bad.
After years of looking at these photos, I can specifically identify what I would do differently. You don't always have to count the wins.
My gear in this photo: Canon PowerShot SX 240 HS hacked with CHDK.
Edits: Many, to compensate my incomoetence: White balance; tone curve; red, magenta, violet and blue desaturation. From RAW generated by CHDK, with Adobe Lightroom.
Check more of her here: www.flickr.com/photos/dewutroppa/54244330874/in/dateposte...
For nineteen-year-old Celia, a slave on a Missouri farm, five years of being repeatedly raped by her middle-aged owner was enough. On the night of June 23, 1855, she would later tell a reporter, "the Devil got into me" and Celia fatally clubbed her master as he approached her in her cabin. The murder trial of the slave Celia, coming at a time when the controversy over the issue of slavery reached new heights, raised fundamental questions about the rights of slaves to fight back against the worst of slavery's abuses.
Around 1820, Robert Newsom and his family left Virginia and headed west, finally settling land along the Middle River in southern Callaway County, Missouri. By 1850 (according to the census), Newsom owned eight-hundred acres of land and livestock that included horses, milk cows, beef cattle, hogs, sheep, and two oxen. Like the majority of Callaway County farmers, Newsom also owned slaves--five male slaves as of 1850.
During the summer of 1850, Newsom purchased from a slave owner in neighboring Audrain County a sixth slave, a fourteen-year-old girl named Celia. Shortly after returning with Celia to his farm, Newsom raped her. For female slaves, rape was an "ever present threat" and, far too often, a reality. Over the next five years, Newsom would make countless treks to Celia's slave cabin, located in a grove of fruit trees some distance from his main house, and demand sex from the teenager he considered his concubine. Celia gave birth to two children between 1851 and 1855, the second being the son of Robert Newsom.
Sometime before 1855, a real lover, another one of Newsom's slaves named George, entered Celia's life. On several occasions, George "stayed" at Celia's cabin, although whether for a few hours or an entire night is unknown. In late winter, either February or early March, of 1855, Celia again became pregnant. The pregnancy affected George, and caused him to insist that Celia put an end to the pattern of sexual exploitation by Newsom that continued to that time. George informed Celia that "he would have nothing more to do with her if she did not quit the old man."
Celia approached Newsom's daughters, Virginia and Mary, asking their help in getting Newsom "to quit forcing her while she was sick." It is not clear whether either of the Newsom daughters made any attempt to intervene on Celia's behalf, but it is known that the sexual assaults continued. In desperation, Celia begged Newsom to leave her alone, at least through her pregnancy, but the slave owner was unreceptive to her pleas.
On June 23, 1855, Newsom told Celia "he was coming to her cabin that night." Around 10 P.M., Newsom left his bedroom and walked the fifty yards to Celia's brick cabin. When Newsom told Celia it was time for sex, she retreated to a corner of the cabin. He advanced toward her. Celia then grabbed a stick placed there earlier in the day. Celia raised the stick, "about as large as the upper part of a Windsor chair, but not so long," and struck her master hard over the head. Newsom groaned and "sunk down on a stool or towards the floor." Celia clubbed Newsom over the head a second time, killing him.
After making sure "he was dead," Celia spent an hour or so pondering her next step. Finally she decided to burn Newsom's body in her fireplace. She went outside to gather staves and used them to build a raging fire. Then she dragged the corpse over to the fireplace and pushed it into the flames. She kept the fire going through the night. In the early morning, she gathered up bone fragments from the ashes and smashed them against the hearth stones, then threw the particles back into the fireplace. A few larger pieces of bone she put "under the hearth, and under the floor between a sleeper and the fireplace." Shortly before daybreak, Celia carried some of the ashes out into the yard and then went to bed.
In the morning, as Newsom's family was growing concerned about Robert's disappearance, Celia enlisted the help of Newsom's grandson, Coffee Waynescot, in shoveling ashes out of her fireplace and into a bucket. Coffee testified later he decided to help when the slave said "she would give me two dozen walnuts if I would carry the ashes out; I said good lick." Following Celia's instruction, Coffee distributed the remains of his grandfather along a path leading to the stables.
On the morning of the 24th, Virginia Newsom searched for her father in along nearby creek banks and coves, fearing he might have drowned. By mid-morning, the search party grew to include several neighbors and Newsom's son, Harry. After fruitless hours of searching, suspicion began to turn to George, who--it was thought--might have been motivated to kill Newsom out of jealousy. William Powell, owner both of slaves and an adjoining 160-acre farm, questioned George. George denied any knowledge of what might have happened to Newsom, but then added--suspiciously--"it was not worth while to hunt for him any where except close to the house." Faced with, most likely, severe threats, George eventually provided an additional damning bit of information. He told Powell "he believed the last walking [Newsom] had done was along the path, pointing to the path leading from the house to the Negro cabin." George's comment immediately led investigators to the conclusion that Newsom had been killed in Celia's cabin.
When a search of Celia's cabin failed to turn up Newsom's body, Powell and the others located Celia doing her regular duties in the kitchen of the Newsom home. Powell falsely claimed that George had told the search party that "she knew where her master was," hoping this approach might prompt a quick confession from Celia. Instead, Celia denied any knowledge of her master's fate. Faced with escalating threats, including the threat of having her children taken away from her, Celia continued to insist on her innocence. (She undoubtedly understood that confessing to the murder of her master would be an even more serious threat to her relationship with her children.) Eventually, however, Celia admitted that Newsom had indeed visited her cabin seeking sex the previous night. She insisted that Newsom never entered her cabin, but rather that she struck him as he leaned inside the window and "he fell back outside and she saw nothing more of him." Finally, after refusing "for some time to tell anything more," Celia promised to tell more if Powell would "send two men [Newsom's two sons] out of the room." When Harry and David left, Celia confessed to the murder of Robert Newsom.
Following Celia's confession, the search party located Newsom's ashes along the path to the stables. They also gathered bits of bones from Celia's fireplace, larger bone fragments from under the hearth stone, and Newsom's burnt buckle, buttons, and blackened pocketknife. The collected items were placed in a box for display during the inquest that was to come.
Two justices of the peace, six local residents comprising an inquest jury, and three summoned witnesses all assembled at the Newsom residence on the morning of June 25. William Powell testified first, providing the jurors with an account of his interrogation of Celia the day before. Twelve-year-old Coffee Waynescot told jurors of Celia's request that he distribute what turned out to be his grandfather's ashes along the path. The third and last witness was Celia, who reaffirmed that she killed Newsom, but insisted that "she did not intend to kill him when she struck him, but only wanted to hurt him." The inquest jury quickly determined that probable cause existed that Celia feloniously and willfully murdered Robert Newsom, and the slave girl was ordered taken to the Callaway County jail in Fulton, nine miles to the north of the Newsom farm.
Celia's trial came at a time of heightened tensions over the issue of slavery. In 1854, Congress had passed the Kansas-Nebraska Act, which repealed the Missouri Compromise of 1820 and allowed settlers in those territories to decide for themselves whether to permit slavery within their boundaries. Northern opposition to the new law led to the establishment of the Republican Party and to campaigns by both pro-slavery and anti-slavery groups to influence the outcomes of elections in Kansas. Some prominent Missouri figures, such as U. S. Senator David Atchinson and University of Missouri President James Shannon, encouraged their slave-state residents to counter the efforts of abolitionists who were moving to Kansas in the hope of keeping it slave-free. Proslavery mobs of Missourians attacked both Free-Soil voters in Kansans and threatened fellow Missourians who dared to criticize their bullying tactics. By the summer of 1855, Missouri was awash with proslavery rhetoric and increasingly active vigilante groups organized to ensure Kansas would enter the Union as a slave state. On October 6, three days before the start of Celia's trial, John Brown arrived in a Kansas that contained two state legislatures, one supporting Kansas's admission as a free state and one enacting slave laws. On Missouri's western border, the possibility of civil war seemed real.
The political implications of Celia's trial could not have escaped Circuit Court Judge William Hall. Certainly, he knew, proslavery Missourians expected Celia to hang. Hall's choice as Celia's defense attorney, John Jameson, was a safe one. Jameson's reputation as a competent, genial member of the bar and his lack of involvement in the heated slavery debates (despite being a slave owner himself) ensured that his selection would not be seriously contested. Jameson could provide the defendant with satisfactory--but not too satisfactory--representation. In addition, Hall appointed two young lawyers, Isaac Boulware and Nathan Kouns, to assist Jameson in his defense.
Celia's jurors, of course, were all male. They ranged in age from thirty-four to seventy-five and, with one exception, were married with children. All were farmers. Several were slave owners.
The prosecution's first witness, Jefferson Jones, described his conversation with Celia in the Callaway County jail. He told jurors Celia's account of the murder and how she had disposed of the body. Jones also acknowledged that Celia had told him that she "did not intend to kill" Newsom, "only to hurt him."
Virginia Waynescot, Newsom's eldest daughter, testified next. She described the search for her father on direct examination, testifying, "I hunted on all of the paths and walks and every place for him," including "caves and along the creeks," but "I found no trace of him." Virginia faced questioning on cross-examination concerning Celia's possible motive for the killing. She admitted that Celia became pregnant ("took sick") in February "and had been sick ever since"-- too sick even to cook for the Newsoms.
William Powell took the stand. Jameson cross-examined Powell vigorously, gaining admissions from the search party leader that he had threatened Celia with the loss of her children and with hanging to obtain her confession. Powell also testified that Celia had complained that Newsom repeatedly demanded sex and that the slave girl had approached other Newsom family members in a vain attempt to stop the rapes. Powell also admitted that Celia told him that her attack on Newsom came from desperation and that she only intended to injure, not kill, her master.
After Powell's testimony, the prosecution called two doctors who identified the bone fragments found in Celia's cabin as those from an adult human. Following the doctors' testimony, the state rested its case.
Dr. James Martin, a Fulton physician, testified first for the defense. (Celia, as a slave, was not called as a witness. Under the existing law in Missouri and most other states, a criminal defendant could not--under "the interested party rule"--testify.) Jameson posed for Martin questions designed to suggest that Celia was incapable of committing the alleged crime without the aid of another person. The defense attorney asked whether a human body could be so completely destroyed in a simple fireplace in a span of only six or so hours, but the question met with a prosecution objection, which Judge Hall sustained. Jameson tried rephrasing the question a couple of different ways (e.g., "What, in your opinion as a scientific physician, would be the time required to destroy an adult human body?"), but fared no better with the objections and was forced to abandon that line of questioning.
The second and last defense witness, Thomas Shoatman, testified that, during her jail house interview, Celia had said that after she struck Newsom the first time he "he threw his hand up to catch her." The judge, however, again sustained a prosecution objection to the testimony, and jurors were instructed to ignore the evidence that suggested the second and fatal blow came only after Celia was physically threatened. Satisfied, perhaps, that the jury had at least heard the reasons for Celia's desperate act, Jameson rested his case.
Judge Hall's jury instructions made an acquittal all but impossible. He rejected all nine proposed defense instructions that addressed the question of motive or degree of culpability. Among those thrown out were instructions that would have allowed the jury to return a "not guilty" verdict if the jury believed that Celia killed Newsom in an attempt to fight off his sexual advances. The defense, for example, proposed that the jury be told that they could acquit Celia on a self-defense theory if she believed she was "in imminent danger of forced sexual intercourse." Instead of suggesting any viable self-defense argument, Hall instructed jurors that "the defendant had no right to kill [Newsom] because he came into her cabin and was talking to her about having intercourse with her or anything else." Given the threat the defense's proposed instructions presented to established understandings concerning the very minimal rights of slaves, Hall's pro-prosecution instructions should have come as no surprise. Neither, it is likely, was anyone in the Callaway County courthouse surprised when, on October 10, the jury quickly convicted Celia of first-degree murder.
Celia's attorneys appeared again in court the next day to move for a new trial, based on Judge Hall's evidentiary rulings during the proceeding and his allegedly erroneous instructions. Judge Hall took twenty-four hours to consider the defense motion, then rejected it and sentenced Celia to be "hanged by the neck until dead on the sixteenth day of November 1855." The defense motion that it be allowed to appeal the judge's ruling to the Missouri Supreme Court was granted.
In jail awaiting her execution, Celia delivered a stillborn child. As the date for her execution approached, still no word had come from Jefferson City on her appeal filed in the Missouri Supreme Court. The possibility that she might be hanged before her appeal was decided seemed ever more real to Celia's defense team and whoever else she might count among her supporters. Something had to be done.
On November 11, five days before her scheduled date with the gallows, Celia and another inmate were removed from the Callaway County jail, either with the assistance or the knowledge of her defense lawyers. The defense team, in a letter to Supreme Court Justice Abiel Leonard written less than a month after her escape, noted that Celia "was taken out [of jail] by someone" and that they felt "more than ordinary interest in behalf of the girl Celia" owing to the circumstances of her act. Celia was returned to jail--by whom it is not known--in late November, only after her scheduled execution date had passed. Following her return, Judge Hall set a new execution date of December 21--a date, the defense hoped, that would give the Supreme Court time to issue its decision on their appeal.
The Supreme Court ruled against Celia in her appeal. In their December 14 order, the state justices said they "thought it proper to refuse the prayer of the petitioner," having found "no probable cause for her appeal." The stay of execution, the justices wrote, is "refused."
Celia was interviewed for a final time in her cell on the evening before her execution. Again, she denied that "anyone assisted her...or abetted her in any way." She told her interrogator, as reported in the Fulton Telegraph, "as soon as I struck him the Devil got into me, and I struck him with a stick until he was dead, and then rolled him into the fire and burnt him up."
Celia died on the gallows at 2:30 P.M. on December 21, 1855.
listening to Philippe Gruenberg
Reconnaissance trip to Latin America with Monsriaan Foundation, Prinece Claus Fund. Lima, Peru day2.
Photographer unknown.
Good friends now, after England have beaten Australia by 7 wickets at Trent Bridge, 1977. Boycott 80* and Randall 19* batting together at the end.
This was Sir Geoffrey's comeback to Test cricket following his self-imposed exile, and in the first innings he had scored 107, but very culpably ran out local hero Derek on the way.
Alan Knott scored 135.
Ian Botham made his England debut in this match, and I drove down from Manchester with a carload of friends, only to find the ground full and the gates locked, which was unheard of in those days.
TITLE: Now Wait For Last Year
AUTHOR: Philip Kindred Dick 1928-82
TYPE: paperback novel trade
PUBLISHER: Vintage
COVER PRICE: $ 10.00
ISBN: 0-679-74220-4
PAGES: 230
COPYRIGHT: 1966 by author
PUB DATE: July 1993
EDITION: 1st Vintage edition
COVER ARTIST: Marco Monti
ISFDB: Yes
RATING:
INDEX: 0082 - Now Wait For Last Year - 002 - Vintage July 1993 - PKD - IFB
QUOTE “Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything. We can't talk about science, because our knowledge of it is limited and unofficial, and usually our fiction is dreadful.” Philip K. Dick
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TITLE: Revenge of the Rose
AUTHOR: Michael Moorcock 1939-
TYPE: novel paperback
EDITION: 1st Ace paperback; prior HB edition
PUBLISHER: Ace
COVER PRICE: $4.99
ISBN: 0-441-00106-8
PAGES: 241
PUB DATE: 1994-10
COPYRIGHT: 1991 by author
COVER ARTIST: Robert Gould
ISFDB: Yes, as primary
RATING:INDEX:
0300 - Revenge of the Rose 19 - MM -Ace - Oct 1994 - IFB
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RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
No entries indicate specific information not available for the book.
QUOTE….“ It is the color of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair, which flows below his shoulders, is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody, and from the loose sleeves of his yellow gown emerge two slender hands, also the color of bone”. Thus described by author Michael Moorcock in the first book, Elric of Melniboné
TITLE: The Puppet Masters BACK COVER
AUTHOR: Robert A. Heinlein 1907-1988
TYPE: paperback novel
PUBLISHER: Signet 980
COPYRIGHT: 1951 by author
EDITION: 1st paperback; 1951 hardbound
PUB DATE: September 1952
PAGES: 175
COVER PRICE: .25 – no price on cover
COVER ARTIST: not credited
ISFDB: Yes
RATING:
Comments: 1st paperback edition, back cover, how about that early picture of RAH.
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мир
© Andrew Bossi, flic.kr/s/aHsjXUgY4p
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2014 May 2
Today one friend (Pro-Ukraine) missed being shot by less than a meter. Another (Pro-Russia) was beaten by opposing protesters. And another (Pro-Ukraine) was lit on fire by a Molotov cocktail. ...And I *saw* that last one as it happened on a livestream. And what happened at Odessa's Trade Union Building today is an absolute travesty. If you aren't paying attention to what has been happening, is happening, and what is still to come: you should be.
What is going on in Ukraine is sickening, and worsened in that at the start of this year these same people were friends. You don't throw rocks or tear up cobblestones, toss Molotovs or fill the bottles, fire bullets or stand beside them & expect none of that is intended to kill. Those of both sides who contribute to the carnage are as culpable as those who perform it.
Behind every front line of thugs is a mindless mob, and behind every mindless mob -- to some glimmer of hope -- are the good people, ignored, who will pickup the fallen and clean the mess of both sides.
TITLE: The Demu Triology
AUTHOR: F.M. Busby 1921-2005
TYPE: paperback OMNIBUS
PUBLISHER: Pocket/Timescape 43288
COPYRIGHT: 1973,75 by author
ISBN: 0-671-43288-5
EDITION: 1st Pcket Book printing
PUB DATE: March 1980
PAGES: 522
COVER PRICE: $3.50
COVER ARTIST: not credited but is Vincent DiFate 1945
ISFDB: Yes
COMMENTS: Cage a Man and The Proud Enemy previously published in separate editions.
·1 • Cage a Man • [Demu] • (1973) • novel
·133 • The Learning of Eeshta • [Demu] • (1973) • sstory
·149 • The Proud Enemy • [Demu] • (1975) • novel ·335 • End of the Line • [Demu] • (1980) • novel
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RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry indicates specific information not available from book.
QUOTE….“He learned about pain and death from an ugly dying dog. It had been run over and lay by the side of the road…. To understand what the dog was saying he put his hand on its stumpy tail. “Who mandated this death for you?” he asked the dog. “What have you done?” “I did nothing,” the dog replied. “But this is a harsh death.” “Nonetheless,” the dog told him. “I am blameless.” The Divine Invasion”. Philip Kindred Dick
TITLE: Roma Eterna
AUTHOR: Robert Silverberg 1935
TYPE: paperback novel
PUBLISHER: EOS
COPYRIGHT: 2003 by author
ISBN: 978-0-380-81488-6
EDITION: 1st EOS paperback
PUB DATE: May 2004
PAGES: 449
COVER PRICE: $7.99
COVER ARTIST:
ISFDB: Yes
AND SO HE SAYS….“So I'll write it, and then I'll find out that I actually wrote something that is utterly useless. You can't use it in the story and it doesn't fit. So I just throw it away. I've done that countless times”. Jack Vance
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NO entry indicates specific information not available from book.
TITLE: Little Fuzzy
AUTHOR: H. Beam Piper 1904-64
TYPE: paperback novel
PUBLISHER: Avon F-118
COPYRIGHT: 1962 by author
ISBN:
EDITION: 1st edition,1st paperback appearance
PUB DATE: January 1962
PAGES: 160
COVER PRICE: .40
COVER ARTIST: Victor Kalin
ISFDB: Yes not primary
RATING:
NOTATION:
No edition, printing, printing date or printing number line in book.
Copyright © 1962 by H. Beam Piper.
Running downward from top right front cover: 'A' Avon logo (over) 40¢ (over) F-118.
The cover painting for Little Fully has Victor Kalin's signature in the lower left, under the land-prawn's tail.
INDEX: 0364b - Little Fuzzy - HBP - 01 - IFB
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No entry: information not available.
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Con miedo despiertas cada mañana
con miedo tu empiezas, con miedo tu juegas
con miedo a vivir, tu tienes miedo a vivir
es una pena ay si , tu tienes miedo a vivir
Con miedo despiertas cada mañana
con miedo tu empiezas, con miedo tu juegas
con miedo a vivir, tu tienes miedo a vivir
con miedo tu sacas todas las palabras
con miedo te expresas, con miedo a ser nada
con miedo a vivir, tu tienes miedo a vivir
Estas enfadado con todo lo hay cerca de ti
nunca te has gustado y vives exijiendote al máximo siempre
tu solo eres el c u l p a b l e de que ahora tu te veas así
corazón, corazón, ahora tienes que pedirte perdón
por creerte siempre feo y c u l p a b l e
y sufrir cada vez que salga el sol (...)
Hyvää Joulua :) !
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September 30, 2018
Winnipeg, Manitoba
A round dance was held at Portage and Main to commemorate the damage wrought by the Canadian Indian residential school system.
Residential schools were boarding schools run by Canada's Department of Indian Affairs in conjunction with Christian churches, from about 1870 to 1996. Both Anglican and Catholic churches were culpable.
Attendance at residential schools was compulsory, and Indigenous children were forcibly removed from their homes by government agents. That made both the Government of Canada and the Church collaborators in one of the largest mass kidnappings in history.
The function of the schools was to 'erase the Indian' by forcing children into speaking English or French. Severe punishment was given to those who disobeyed and continued to speak their own language.
The residential schools also became known for unchecked and widespread physical and emotional abuse by clergy. St. Anne’s Indian Residential School even had its own electric chair, something the Canadian government was aware of and didn’t stop. This was only one of the horrors students were forced to endure. High rates of child mortality within the nationwide system went uninvestigated, with many of the dead buried in unmarked graves.
Within the last week, a Saskatchewan radio station broadcast an advertisement paid for by the Frontier Centre for Public Policy (FCPP), a Winnipeg-based organization. The ad, featuring Roger Currie, claims that the indignities perpetrated by residential schools are a myth. The terrible claims made by former students have been independently investigated and found to be true. The Church and the Government of Canada have both since apologised for their roles, with the latter having unilaterally paid financial recompense to those remaining survivors who were victimized by the system.
The generational ramifications of the Canadian Indian residential school system are still visible today; indigenous men and women are marginalised and discriminated against in what are becoming public spectacles. Despite promises made by our current Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau, very little has been done by his government to find common ground with the Indigenous population. At times it seems as though the Government of Canada is still at odds with the Indians, as it was in the old days.
Nikon D700 + Nikkor 35-70mm f/2.8.
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La usura es la justificación de la estafa.
Es peligrosa y mata.
No te dejes enganar, no te hagas banquero de "Bankia"
Usury is the justification for the scheme.
It is dangerous and kills.
Do not be fooled, do not play banker "Bankia"
Aquest banc enganya estafa, i fa fora la gent de la seva casa.
This bank scam deceives and makes you people without your home.
Culpable
Guilty
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Copyright July 20th 2011, Tracy Packer Photography.
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Wikipedia / Luis Posada Carriles
The National Security Archive / 2006-10-05 / Bombing of Cuban Jetliner - 30 Years Later
The Guardian / 2011-04-10 / Cuba denounces acquittal of former CIA agent Luis Posada as a farce
The New York Times / 2018-05-23 / Luis Posada Carriles, Who Waged Quest to Oust Castro, Dies at 90
“The U.S. government has done many odd things in 46 years of a largely failed Cuba policy, but letting a notorious terrorist walk stands among the most perverse yet.”
[See also: Animal Rights March 2nd Sept 2017]
Loud and lively anti-fur demonstration on the opening day of London Fashion Week 2017.
The organisers note that -
"Despite many big labels like Armani, Stella McCartney, Calvin Klein and Vivienne Westwood denouncing fur, London Fashion Week continues to provide the largest platform for fur in the UK - even though fur is illegal to produce in this country.
As high fashion drips down into high street fashion, the relentless promotion of fur by high brow designers is culpable in the normalisation of cheap high street fur items that have been brought back into shops and market stalls. London Fashion Week is currently responsible for the deaths of millions of innocent animals who are enslaved and tortured for their fur. This has to stop."
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