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ღ Lil вЯαⓉ ღ (viltringen.mcauley) with Fidget Paynesworth and Dr. Haddax Paynesworth
Foreword.
Gotham City is home to all manner of criminals. From users to street peddlers to the kingpins at the top. From the barrel scrapers like Condiment King all the way to the Joker. If you can think of a crime, any crime, chances are it's happening in Gotham as we speak. Or rather, it would normally. Welcome to a new age, the age of Arkham City. Now all those crimes are still happening of course, there's just now a wall separating them from honest folk like you or me. But what makes someone honest? Can you truly say you've never commited a felony? Even as small as opening a letter that isn't you, or taking a pack of gum without paying? There used to be a saying. Honour among thieves. That saying no longer applies to the breed of criminals housed in Arkham. For the most part. Except then there's the Misfits.
Their members will argue the specifics all day long, the extent of their code, whether they even have a code, how were they founded, when they were founded, why they were founded. Maybe it's all true, in some roundabout way. But I will say this, this isn't justice. We were all there when Julian Day unleashed hell on Gotham. We were there when Charles Brown, Leonard Fiasko, Joseph Rigger and so many others paid for his sins. Yet despite that, they still reside in Arkham's walls. You may not know them by name, only by their chosen moniker, but there's no denying now the impact of this tightly knit group of felons. And this, is their story.
-Vicki Vale.
The following extracts were given on January 20th, 2019. These have been published with the full consent of the participants.
Chapter One- Garfield Lynns "Firefly"
"Right. Before we get started, I gotta make one thing clear- Drury likes to say the Misfits were founded alongside a godamn backing orchestra,
singing our hearts out like some kind of nonsense out of Hamilton. It's what he told the wife, it's what he told Rigger- who actually *believed* him! It's all shit. The Misfits were founded on a rainy night in a back alley in Little Italy. And it was just me, him and the pencil. Don't know why he'd claimed Mr Incognito was part of the crew, but he did. Now we weren't hitmen- Drury didn't have the stomach, but we did work for the Roman- odd jobs mostly. Whenever there was a shootout, Drury was sent to bail them out, using those dumb lanterns of his. Me, I carried out arsons, which suited me just fine, believe me, and Fiasko cleaned up our messes. Pretty good system. That is until the Long Halloween fucked things up, and suddenly old Carmine wasn't too fond of us "Freaks." Back then, Drury called us the Three Musketeers (maybe that's why he brought in Cavalier a month later), or rather he did until Carmine gave us a different name, as he chased us out his office."
Chapter Two- Leonard Fiasko "The Eraser"
"You misfits are nothing you understand! Nothing!" Yeah, that was it. And so the name stuck. Whoopee. Not even sure if Drury knew it was an insult back then. Heck, Lynns' may be the only person who does know what goes on inside that head. It was around this point we started to expand. I was never really on board with the supervillain schtick if I'm honest. Too much attention, too much noise. And I'll tell you who didn't help. Thomas Blake. What a fuckin' dickhead. Always puffed out his chest and had teeth as white as the clown's face. Kept trying to bring women onto the team. It never lasted. Guy thought he ran the show, he really did. Brought not one, but two psychos into the fold."
Chapter Three- Charles Brown "Kite-Man"
"You mean Chancer? ... Chancer came later than the rest of us. Brought in to replace Gar, when he'd decided he'd be better off solo. And maybe he was right. He certainly moved up the ladder without us.
Before the kid, it was me- that is to say Kite-Man, Tom- The Catman, Morty- Cavalier, the "holy trinity" of Gar, Drury and Len, and lastly... Julian.
Drury found me in a bad place. My son had died, and well, I suppose all I really wanted was to join him. That was really why I started hang gliding across Gotham... A death wish, if I'm honest. Drury's twins played with Charlie a lot when they were young... Probably would be going off to college together right about now. Drury lost his brother when he was a kid, and we were both going through divorces when he approached me. Why, we must have been the only family men in the group.
So what was The Misfits? It was a pact. A promise. To stick up for one another, protect our fellow C-Listers, or Barrel Scrapers.
The group's had steady membership over the years, though of course, some have come and gone, that's life. Joey (Joey Rigger) was never a full time member, and we were hesitant to keep Zodiac around either. Morty Drake is, uh, still hiding from the IRS somewhere. The last time he surfaced... Heh, that would've been Dru's wedding anniversary. I'm not pretending we were good guys. I mean, look at Julian, or how Chancer was a while back, but we did care for each other. A lot. Even if a lot of them were too tough to show it."
Chapter Four- Drury Walker "Killer Moth"
"Oh, I loved the Misfits. But it just didn't work. We'd started out as criminals obviously, no point denying it. But it was... never personal. We'd promised then and there, that is over a pint at My Alibi, to never to stoop to their level. The methods of the mob, the A-Listers, the big leagues. We just wanted a name. A legacy. Then Gar left... The guys... Heh, they all called him "Pretty" before, well, let's say the incident. He really was the looker out of us all. Old school handsome, not like Blake. But when Gar left, I don't know... He was my best man at my first wedding, and he'd be my best man at my second. Without him to back me up, things fell apart. Len was never really ok with the legacy thing, he just wanted a steady income. He got it with the bar, and retired shortly after. Have I ever told that story? Heh, back when Gar and I started out, we torched Tony Bressi's bar, and- Nevermind, point is, with a few renovations, it was good as new. My Alibi was under new management! And I was another man down. And another with Chuck, who left after a back injury. That may have been my lowest point. Left with Jules and Blake, I got more antsy, aggressive. Knew I went too far when I kidnapped three hostages, and tried killing them- even though they'd paid the ransom. I just didn't want to be forgotten. That's what created the Charaxes serum"
Chapter Five- Miranda Gaige "Tiger Moth"
"Yeah... Charaxes. No, I didn't know Drury'd had Langstrom whip up a mutagen for him. If I had, I would've shattered the bottle myself, and it would've saved us a lot of grief, and couples counseling.
I had, it's silly... It was a schoolgirl's crush. Ever since he burst into Dad's office, lantern in hand, stripey tights pulled all the way up his chest... Well, I fancied him. What should've been a one night stand became so much more than that. Sure, he calls himself Killer Moth, but he's really quite sweet. I'd been doing the masked stuff long before we'd started dating (though I *did* name myself after him, the stories are true), and in a male dominated "workplace," we tend to get noticed, and propositioned an awful lot. Leading the charge, Tom Blake of course. Don't think he ever got over the fact that I would sooner marry "Killer Moth" than go out with him. Course, marriage doesn't really stop a man like him. Bullets tend to though. Sorry, sorry. Shortly after we'd got more serious, Chancer was shot in the head. I'd only met him once, maybe twice, but the Misfits... they took it hard. He was maybe 19 then. But life went on, even through earthquakes and viruses. And when Gar returned to the Misfits, a lot more grizzled (or griddled) than when he left, Drury was happier than I'd ever seen him before. The boys were back.
Chapter Six- Joseph Rigger "Firebug"
Gar wasn't gone that long really, but that didn't stop Drury from recruiting me as the new fire guy. Didn't last of course, but it was fun! Gar didn't think much of it all, but that was Gar. It was a while before things got bad again. With what happened to Chancer, Drury was reluctant ta do anything about the Misfits. It was just a phase, right? Around then Catman met up with some guys in the Super Seven, or something and now Calendar Man was the only one of the OGs left. Guess that's why he ended up... Like that. But Gar was back! Drury was happy! There was finally a woman on the team! That had ta mean something. So they gave it another shot- and they ran over Fred Larson. Think that was his name. Undeterred, our brave heroes carried on, and Drury reached out to a rising star in the underworld, who he said he'd met the night Ned was run over, and..."
Chapter Seven- [Redacted]
"So Lightning Bug. No, not that one. The original. What a fucking mess. Before these, uh, Misfits were just a nuisance, but now, the A-Listers were watching."
Chapter Eight- Thomas Blake "Catman"
"And it was like it'd never happened. Some new kid- Walker's kid, got the armour just in time for him to tie the knot. The salmon, was delicious. After a honeymoon, which probably involved a whole lot of viagra, and yet not a lot of action, Walker came home with news. Ms Gaige was pregnant. Somehow. And so it fell on us (well me) to support his growing family. Not the glorious return any of us were hoping for (Drake was right to get out when he had the chance). It just wasn't right. I was a hunter, an apex predator, and yet there I was, being treated like an idiot, and worse... A beta. If I didn't take that card from Scandal, they'd probably still ignore me... Godamn Signal Man then had to ruin the fun with those nukes of his, which *we* never got any credit for helping stop! Sure helped Walker become mayor though. I was the one who brought in Ragdoll! Was nice to have someone on my side for once, even if he was a [redacted]"
Chapter Nine- Montgomery Sharpe "Chancer"
"So I came back. Went a bit mad, but I hear that's what happens when there's a bullet in your brain. Ok, I'm not a scientist... When Drury became Mayor, it was almost like we were his private army- without the cash. It's a shame Chuck and I missed out on that battle against the Society... Heh. Well, could be worse, I heard Blake actually slept in during it all! Hey, I wonder if the gas was what made Calendar Man-"
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Parmigianino -
Lucrezia romana committing suicide [1540]
Naples, Capodimonte
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Lucretia romanan
According to Roman tradition, Lucretia was a noblewoman in ancient Rome. Sextus Tarquinius (Tarquin) raped her. Her subsequent suicide sparked a rebellion that overthrew the Roman monarchy, leading to the transition of the Roman government from a kingdom to a republic. After the rape, dissatisfaction with the tyrannical methods of Tarquin's father, Lucius Tarquinius Superbus, the last king of Rome, intensified. Consequently, the leading families established a republic, expelled the extensive royal family of Tarquin from Rome and successfully defended the republic against Etruscan and Latin interference.
There are no contemporary sources regarding Lucretia and the rape. Details of the rape, Lucretia's subsequent suicide and the resulting establishment of the Roman Republic come from the accounts of Roman historians Livy and Dionysius of Halicarnassus, written approximately 500 years later. Secondary sources on the establishment of the Republic reiterate the basic events of Lucretia's story, though accounts vary slightly between historians. The evidence suggests that a woman named Lucretia existed and that the events described played a critical part in the downfall of the monarchy. However, specific details are debatable and vary depending on the writer. According to modern sources, Lucretia's narrative is considered part of Roman mythohistory.[2] Much like the rape of the Sabine women, Lucretia's story provides an explanation for historical change in Rome by recounting violence against women.
Journaling: from Betty Scott Stam, China mission worker killed in 1934. Her daily prayer: Lord, I give up all my own plans and purposes, all my own desires and hopes, and accept Thy will for my life. I give myself, my time, my all, utterly to you forever. Fill me and seal me with the Holy Spirit. Use me as you will, send me where you will, work out thy whole will in my life at any cost, now and forever.
I decided to commit to cover as much of the potential last week of coal (and regular freight) on the line between Retford Low Level and Gainsborough Trent Jn as I could, so this record image is proof of that! We had waited near Sturton Le Steeple for 45 minutes beyond the booked departure time of 15:54 and had decided that with the advantage of having the drone we could walk back to the car (near Clarborough Jn) and if it departed could "throw it up" to capture the moment the train passed. Luckily this is exactly what happened!
66564 is seen as it heads away from West Burton, at sunset on the evening of 13th February 2023. 4Z41 West Burton-Barnetby.
friends,,,
there is something surpassing beautiful about the way kids commit to what they're doing.
if they're running,,, they're running. if they're laughing, they're laughing. if they're upset,,, it will be hard to miss ; )
one of my son Prevail's favorite games to play with me is chase, and it has become something of a daily ritual.
each time before we start he tells me about the superpowerful, so so fast engine he now has, and how it will make him go too too faster than the world.
this morning, i couldn't help but become lost in stunned appreciation as i watched him rev up in preparation to launch from the starting line.
we've all made the car noise with our mouth,,, you know, brrrpprprppprm, brrrprprprrrmmmm. this guy wasn't just making the car noise, he was the car noise.
his legs crouched down in a primal, ready-to-pounce position, tiny fists raised in the air, somehow instinctively knowing the the exact position that would take full advantage of his diaphragm's brrrpprrrmmp-ing power,,,
and he set it free - - - *
four year old boy-spit flew in quantities i can only describe as astounding, and he shot off from the living room floor like i've seen lions do on the nature channel, when they're hunting gazelle.
needless to say, i was impressed on many levels.
it was so fast, so sure. he knew what he wanted to do and committed instantly, involving his whole body in what might seem to be an isolated act of his mouth.
but of course it isn't isolated at all, is it?
the mouth, is connected to the throat, which is connected to the diaphragm, which works with our lungs, which rely on blood supply, which depends upon the heart,,, we are an entire orchestra of living, whether we realize it or not.
at what point in growing up do we learn to do things so halfheartedly? when do we forget to move, breathe and live with our whole body? when do we start practicing saying things we don't mean? when did we settle for being so much less powerful than we really are,,, for using such a small percentage of our natural potential?
why? when? i'll tell you exactly when: when we start becoming conscious of the spit flying out of our mouth, and how it really is a ridiculous amount of spit, and o no, what will the people around me think of me now that they've seen all this spit, and will they take their love from me because of it???
the fear of rejection is so strong, so deeply ingrained in us, that we imprison the best parts of us in a misguided attempt to keep them from harm. the greatest gift in the universe, traded for fear.
really? so what if johnny thinks you have too much spit, you're alive!!! alive, and no one can take that from you, no one can lessen the glory of that in any way.
no one, but you.
that's what i want to tell that precious little man as i see him fly through the air, so free and unburdened.
that's what i want to tell the 52 year old boy i saw on the street last week, locked behind eyes that had seen years and years of too much of that same fear.
it's what i want to tell the 27 year old girl i saw at a restaurant two nights ago pretending to laugh at something said by the man she was trying so hard to impress - a man who looked at her, completely missing the wealth she truly is.
it is what i want to tell to everyone i've ever met who is pretending to be fine.
no, my friends, no. we are more than this, and it is too long buried, for reasons that could never be good enough.
watching my boy work the magic he was born with, so effortlessly, so thoughtlessly, i am reminded of the most powerful artists i've been blessed to witness perform, whose work i've been privileged to experience.
there is an undeniable similarity between the two - a complete surrender, a commitment to the act of expression which is at the same time riveting and deeply moving in a way older than spoken language.
and we are born with it. born with it.
is it possible that reconnecting with that gift is as close and as simple as practicing being fully alive, fully present, fully genuine, in what we choose to say and do?
i believe it is that simple.
if something is worth doing, it is worth doing with everything you have. if it's not, then why are your spending precious moments of your life doing it?
love, love and more love, my amazing friends,,,
jesh *
July 18th. I was going to try and get the kids to pretend to commit various crimes. But they were too busy arguing loudly and continuously. And I felt like committing murder. We all have evenings like this!
In the very centre of Hell, condemned for committing the ultimate sin (personal treachery against God), is the Devil, referred to by Virgil as Dis (the Roman god of the underworld; the name "Dis" was often used for Pluto in antiquity, such as in Virgil's Aeneid). The arch-traitor, Lucifer was once held by God to be fairest of the angels before pride caused his rebellion against God and resulted in his expulsion from Heaven. Lucifer is a giant, terrifying beast trapped waist-deep in the ice, fixed and suffering. He has three faces, each a different color: one red (the middle), one a pale yellow (the right), and one black (the left):
... he had three faces: one in front bloodred;
and then another two that, just above
the midpoint of each shoulder, joined the first;
and at the crown, all three were reattached;
the right looked somewhat yellow, somewhat white;
the left in its appearance was like those
who come from where the Nile, descending, flows.
Dorothy L. Sayers notes that Satan's three faces are thought by some to suggest his control over the three human races: red for the Europeans (from Japheth), yellow for the Asiatic (from Shem), and black for the African (the race of Ham). All interpretations recognize that the three faces represent a fundamental perversion of the Trinity: Satan is impotent, ignorant, and full of hate, in contrast to the all-powerful, all-knowing, and all-loving nature of God.Lucifer retains his six wings (he originally belonged to the angelic order of Seraphim, described in Isaiah 6:2), but these are now dark, bat-like, and futile: the icy wind that emanates from the beating of Lucifer's wings only further ensures his own imprisonment in the frozen lake. He weeps from his six eyes, and his tears mix with bloody froth and pus as they pour down his three chins. Each face has a mouth that chews eternally on a prominent traitor. Marcus Junius Brutus and Gaius Cassius Longinus dangle with their feet in the left and right mouths, respectively, for their involvement in the assassination of Julius Caesar (March 15, 44 BC) – an act which, to Dante, represented the destruction of a unified Italy and the killing of the man who was divinely appointed to govern the world.In the central, most vicious mouth is Judas Iscariot, the apostle who betrayed Christ. Judas is receiving the most horrifying torture of the three traitors: his head is gnawed inside Lucifer's mouth while his back is forever flayed and shredded by Lucifer's claws. According to Dorothy L. Sayers, "just as Judas figures treason against God, so Brutus and Cassius figure treason against Man-in-Society; or we may say that we have here the images of treason against the Divine and the Secular government of the world."
At about 6:00 P.M. on Saturday evening, Virgil and Dante begin their escape from Hell by clambering down Satan's ragged fur, feet-first. When they reach Satan's navel, the poets pass through the center of the universe and of gravity from the Northern Hemisphere of land to the Southern Hemisphere of water. When Virgil changes direction and begins to climb "upward" towards the surface of the Earth at the antipodes, Dante, in his confusion, initially believes they are returning to Hell. Virgil indicates that the time is halfway between the canonical hours of Prime (6 a.m.) and Terce (9 a.m.) – that is, 7:30 A.M of the same Holy Saturday which was just about to end. Dante is confused as to how, after about an hour and a half of climbing, it is now apparently morning. Virgil explains that as a result of passing through the Earth's center into the Southern Hemisphere, which is twelve hours ahead of Jerusalem, the central city of the Northern Hemisphere (where, therefore, it is currently 7:30 P.M.).
Virgil goes on to explain how the Southern Hemisphere was once covered with dry land, but the land recoiled in horror to the north when Lucifer fell from Heaven and was replaced by the ocean. Meanwhile, the inner rock Lucifer displaced as he plunged into the center of the earth rushed upwards to the surface of the Southern Hemisphere to avoid contact with him, forming the Mountain of Purgatory. This mountain – the only land mass in the waters of the Southern Hemisphere – rises above the surface at a point directly opposite Jerusalem. The poets then ascend a narrow chasm of rock through the "space contained between the floor formed by the convex side of Cocytus and the underside of the earth above,"moving in opposition to Lethe, the river of oblivion, which flows down from the summit of Mount Purgatory. The poets finally emerge a little before dawn on the morning of Easter Sunday (April 10, 1300 A.D.) beneath a sky studded with stars (Canto XXXIV).
The Inferno tells the journey of Dante through Hell, guided by the ancient Roman poet Virgil. In the poem, Hell is depicted as nine concentric circles of suffering located within the Earth; it is the "realm ... of those who have rejected spiritual values by yielding to bestial appetites or violence, or by perverting their human intellect to fraud or malice against their fellowmen." As an allegory, the Divine Comedy represents the journey of the soul toward God, with the Inferno describing the recognition and rejection of sin
The poem begins on the night before Good Friday in the year 1300, "halfway along our life's path" (Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita). Dante is thirty-five years old, half of the biblical life expectancy of 70 (Psalms 89:10, Vulgate), lost in a dark wood (understood as sin), assailed by beasts (a lion, a leopard, and a she-wolf) he cannot evade, and unable to find the "straight way" (diritta via) – also translatable as "right way" – to salvation (symbolized by the sun behind the mountain). Conscious that he is ruining himself and that he is falling into a "low place" (basso loco) where the sun is silent ('l sol tace), Dante is at last rescued by Virgil, and the two of them begin their journey to the underworld. Each sin's punishment in Inferno is a contrapasso, a symbolic instance of poetic justice; for example, fortune-tellers have to walk with their heads on backwards, unable to see what is ahead, because that was what they had tried to do in life:
they had their faces twisted toward their haunches
and found it necessary to walk backward,
because they could not see ahead of them.
... and since he wanted so to see ahead,
he looks behind and walks a backward path.
Allegorically, the Inferno represents the Christian soul seeing sin for what it really is, and the three beasts represent three types of sin: the self-indulgent, the violent, and the malicious.These three types of sin also provide the three main divisions of Dante's Hell: Upper Hell, outside the city of Dis, for the four sins of indulgence (lust, gluttony, avarice, anger); Circle 7 for the sins of violence; and Circles 8 and 9 for the sins of malice (fraud and treachery). Added to these are two unlike categories that are specifically spiritual: Limbo, in Circle 1, contains the virtuous pagans who were not sinful but were ignorant of Christ, and Circle 6 contains the heretics who contradicted the doctrine and confused the spirit of Christ. The circles number 9, with the addition of Satan completing the structure of 9 + 1 = 10.
Purgatorio
Having survived the depths of Hell, Dante and Virgil ascend out of the undergloom, to the Mountain of Purgatory on the far side of the world. The Mountain is on an island, the only land in the Southern Hemisphere, created by the displacement of rock which resulted when Satan's fall created Hell[18] (which Dante portrays as existing underneath Jerusalem[19]). The mountain has seven terraces, corresponding to the seven deadly sins or "seven roots of sinfulness."The classification of sin here is more psychological than that of the Inferno, being based on motives, rather than actions. It is also drawn primarily from Christian theology, rather than from classical sources.However, Dante's illustrative examples of sin and virtue draw on classical sources as well as on the Bible and on contemporary events.Love, a theme throughout the Divine Comedy, is particularly important for the framing of the sin on the Mountain of Purgatory. While the love that flows from God is pure, it can become sinful as it flows through humanity. Humans can sin by using love towards improper or malicious ends (Wrath, Envy, Pride), or using it to proper ends but with love that is either not strong enough (Sloth) or love that is too strong (Lust, Gluttony, Greed). Below the seven purges of the soul is the Ante-Purgatory, containing the Excommunicated from the church and the Late repentant who died, often violently, before receiving rites. Thus the total comes to nine, with the addition of the Garden of Eden at the summit, equaling ten.Allegorically, the Purgatorio represents the Christian life. Christian souls arrive escorted by an angel, singing In exitu Israel de Aegypto. In his Letter to Cangrande, Dante explains that this reference to Israel leaving Egypt refers both to the redemption of Christ and to "the conversion of the soul from the sorrow and misery of sin to the state of grace." Appropriately, therefore, it is Easter Sunday when Dante and Virgil arrive.The Purgatorio is notable for demonstrating the medieval knowledge of a spherical Earth. During the poem, Dante discusses the different stars visible in the southern hemisphere, the altered position of the sun, and the various timezones of the Earth. At this stage it is, Dante says, sunset at Jerusalem, midnight on the River Ganges, and sunrise in Purgatory.
Islamic philosophy
In 1919, Professor Miguel Asín Palacios, a Spanish scholar and a Catholic priest, published La Escatología musulmana en la Divina Comedia ("Islamic Eschatology in the Divine Comedy"), an account of parallels between early Islamic philosophy and the Divine Comedy. Palacios argued that Dante derived many features of and episodes about the hereafter from the spiritual writings of Ibn Arabi and from the Isra and Mi'raj or night journey of Muhammad to heaven. The latter is described in the Hadith and the Kitab al Miraj (translated into Latin in 1264 or shortly before as Liber Scalae Machometi, "The Book of Muhammad's Ladder"), and has significant similarities to the Paradiso, such as a sevenfold division of Paradise,[39] although this is not unique to the Kitab al Miraj.
Some "superficial similarities" of the Divine Comedy to the Resalat Al-Ghufran or Epistle of Forgiveness of Al-Ma'arri have also been mentioned in this debate. The Resalat Al-Ghufran describes the journey of the poet in the realms of the afterlife and includes dialogue with people in Heaven and Hell, although, unlike the Kitab al Miraj, there is little description of these locations,and it is unlikely that Dante borrowed from this work.Dante did, however, live in a Europe of substantial literary and philosophical contact with the Muslim world, encouraged by such factors as Averroism ("Averrois, che'l gran comento feo" Commedia, Inferno, IV, 144, meaning "Averrois, who wrote the great comment") and the patronage of Alfonso X of Castile. Of the twelve wise men Dante meets in Canto X of the Paradiso, Thomas Aquinas and, even more so, Siger of Brabant were strongly influenced by Arabic commentators on Aristotle. Medieval Christian mysticism also shared the Neoplatonic influence of Sufis such as Ibn Arabi. Philosopher Frederick Copleston argued in 1950 that Dante's respectful treatment of Averroes, Avicenna, and Siger of Brabant indicates his acknowledgement of a "considerable debt" to Islamic philosophy.
Although this philosophical influence is generally acknowledged, many scholars have not been satisfied that Dante was influenced by the Kitab al Miraj. The 20th century Orientalist Francesco Gabrieli expressed skepticism regarding the claimed similarities, and the lack of evidence of a vehicle through which it could have been transmitted to Dante. Even so, while dismissing the probability of some influences posited in Palacios' work,Gabrieli conceded that it was "at least possible, if not probable, that Dante may have known the Liber scalae and have taken from it certain images and concepts of Muslim eschatology". Shortly before her death, the Italian philologist Maria Corti pointed out that, during his stay at the court of Alfonso X, Dante's mentor Brunetto Latini met Bonaventura de Siena, a Tuscan who had translated the Kitab al Miraj from Arabic into Latin. Corti speculates that Brunetto may have provided a copy of that work to Dante.René Guenon, in The Esoterism of Dante, rejected the influence of Ibn Arabi (direct or indirect) on Dante.
COMMIT!Forum at the Westin Hotel in Times Square on October 18, 2016 in New York City. (Photos by Ben Hider)
Finn & Jake are committing acts of tomfoolery in the Ice Kingdom, skating on their broken chair from place to place. Ice King gets radical and means to show business.
The Ideas Adventure Time set has had this memorable build of the Ice King that I thought would be a shame to waste in another setting. With some bricks & tips I was able to craft this habitat for him to introduce his ice powers on.
Commit your way to the Lord;
trust in him and he will do this:
He will make your righteous reward shine like the dawn,
your vindication like the noonday sun.
Psalm 37:5-6
Barry paced back and forth in front of the door of Iris’ apartment. It had been half a week since he left her on their date and he felt insanely bad about it. Not only did he commit the crime of leaving her, but he had also been avoiding her. This, of course, may have been a worse crime than the first. Could he have talked to her sooner. Yes, he probably could have. In fact, he probably should have. “Iris” he started as he knocked on her door. He waited a few seconds but heard no response. “I know you’re probably mad at me and never want to talk to me again...but I just wanted to apologize for leaving you. It wasn’t fair for me to treat you like that and you probably hate me...but I am sorry...I’m so sorry...but I had fun. I had a great time with you...in fact, it was a better time than most other times out of the year for me. I just...could you please forgive me? Could you find it in your heart to give me one more chance?” Barry vented to her door.
“You know I normally don’t give guys a second chance after they show me up,” a voice said behind Barry.
“Ah!” Barry said with a jump as he turned around to find Iris holding a bag of groceries. “Iris you scared me...did you...did you hear what I said?”
“Oh Barry, I heard all of it. But, I will give you another chance under two conditions.”
“Anything.”
“Anything? Now that’s a lot of power you’re giving me.”
“Now that’s just not fair.”
“You have a lot to learn about ‘what’s fair’ in a relationship. Am I your first girlfriend?”
“You’re my girlfriend?”
“Answer the question, Barry.”
“No…”
“Can't say I believe you but I’m gonna need you to commence one of my conditions.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“Reach into my pocket and open my door pretty please these groceries are getting heavy”
“Of course,” Barry said as he quickly fumbled around in her pocket for the key. He then messed with the lock and opened the door.
Iris walked in behind him. “Hey, Wally I’m home!”
“Wally? Who’s Wally?”
“Maybe if you had stayed around for our date you would know,” Iris said as an orange-haired individual emerged from a room opposite of the entrance. “Barry, this is my nephew Wally, I’ve been taking care of him for half a year now. Wally this is my boyfriend Barry”.
“Nice to meet you, Barry,” Wally West said as he extended his hand.
Barry grabbed his hand and shook it. There was something that he felt was odd. A connection between the two of them. Barry didn’t notice it, but as he removed his hand there was a small trail of lightning between them.
“Hey, Wally, why don’t you go hang out in your room while Barry and I talk business,”Iris said whilst glaring at Barry.
“Sure thing,” Wally said as he placed an earbud back into his ear and walked into his room.
Iris watched as Wally shut the door and waited a few seconds. “Next condition. You never do that again and you tell me why you left me in the first place after I spent a solid hour on getting ready.”
“Okay, I promise...kind of that I won’t do it again...but to be perfectly honest I’m not comfortable with telling you the second part.”
“Barry...sit down.” Iris said as she took a seat by her counter. Barry then sat down across from Iris. “I know I’m your first girlfriend-”
“Not my first girlfriend,” Barry said as Iris raised an eyebrow. “Sorry…”
“Okay, well I’m your first girlfriend who actually wants to take this somewhere. But here’s the thing...in a relationship, you have to tell your partner what’s wrong. You have to tell them if you have a problem. If you keep it all bottled up it comes out in a tsunami of anger...do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then please Barry...if you want this to go somewhere. If you want there to be an us...you have to be honest with me…” Iris said as she locked eyes with him. “Tell me what’s wrong”.
Barry considered his options. Should he tell her the truth? That he was the Flash? The fastest man alive? He couldn’t. She was right he did want this to go somewhere. He felt like Iris may be the one. The one that he’s been looking for his entire life. His other half. Was this the way he wanted things to truly start after years of flirting between the two of them? Is this how he wanted it all to start? Did he want the foundation of his relationship built upon lies? But it was to protect her right? If people knew who Barry was...then they could hurt the people that Barry loved. But he wasn’t just Barry Allen he was the Flash. The Fastest man alive…
“Iris I...I’m...It was my dad,” Barry lied. “I had been thinking about my dad earlier in the day and then talking about him...it kinda broke me and I just didn’t want you to see me upset. Then I got so embarrassed that I just left,” Barry said regretfully.
“Oh, Barry…” Iris said as she stood up and walked over to Barry to give him a hug. She held him in an embrace for five seconds, but Barry slowed down his time. He wanted to extend that hug for as long as he could. He wanted to extend that moment. That wonderful moment of her trusting him. She let go and looked him in his eyes then ruffled his hair. “You big loveable idiot,” she said sweetly.
“I know I need to lose some weight, but ou-” Barry was interrupted by a kiss from Iris.
“You stay right there while I use the bathroom. Then I’ll send you off and we can meet later tonight.”
“Later tonight?”
“Yup...you’re getting that second chance a lot sooner than you thought. As long as you’re okay with it that is.”
“It would be my honor,” Barry said with a slight bow.
Iris rolled her eyes and walked to the bathroom. A few seconds afterward the slightly cracked door of Wally’s room fully opened and Wally walked out of his room.
“So…” Wally trailed off.
“Oh Wally uh, how much did you see?” Barry asked reluctantly
“Pretty much all of it. Aunt Iris is pretty lucky though.”
“You think so?” Barry asked.
“Yeah, girls at my school would kill to date a superhero let alone the Flash” Wally said as Barry’s heart dropped.
Commit no nuisance
the police have order(s)
to take you incharge
One of at least 4 Commit No Nuisance signs around London, this one is in the Marylebone area of W1.
I would guess this rather bossy sign dates from the late Victorian times (assuming it's not a fake) & do i spy that old joke of scratching out the No, but not so sure why "the Poe have orders" would be funny?
'pinocchio commits suicide'
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2014
28/08/09
This lens is probably my most extravagant camera related purchase to date. Whilst I have spent more money on other individual items this is quite a specialist little toy. I thought long and hard before committing the cash, and so I do hope we get along. The real choice was between this and the 50 f/1.2, but when I discovered that a friend of a friend was selling his, that nudged me in this direction.
What else can I say... err, well its big and heavy but beautifully proportioned, and cups into the hand with the luxury feel that you imagine it would ;)
Using it my initial impressions have been...interesting (I hesitated there as I almost typed disappointing). This is undoubtedly a specialist lens, with a depth of field wide open that is very shallow to say the least (epically shallow, is probably more accurate) . That shallow field is rather unforgiving and its quite easy to end up with nothing in focus at all. It reminds me of my medium format Carl Zeiss Jena Sonnar 180mm f/2.8 lens, in that it has a similar feel/weight and is equally as picky about my sometimes "slapdash" approach ;)
I think if I slow down and "think more before I shoot" I may increase the hit rate... after all (...and I have to keep reminding myself of this) the most important component of any photographic system, is the organic bit behind the camera.
Either way its a baptism of fire on Sunday as I'm second shooter at a mates wedding, and I feel this lens might get some use!
Cheers to markfieldingpic for carting this lump back from Japan for me, and managing to part with it without too many withdraw symptoms ;) and cheers to Charlie Kirk who was the previous owner and saw fit to let me have it at a very reasonable price ;D
This shot is 100% inspired by the inspiring "Mr dCapFoto", and taken from his shot here ...and I totally agree that stopping such a fast lens down to, in this case f/16, is a bit naughty really...
Lightroom: flip horizontally, white balance, exposure -0.5, increase brightness and contrast, tweak the highlight curve +57, sharpen, save to JPG..... I forgot to touch up the CA... my bad ;(
Strobist: 580EXII @ full power about 1m away from a 110cm white diffuser both held directly behind the camera. The funny star in the lens appears to have come from the weave of the "cheap" diffuser material ;) shot into a mirror in a darkened room, the flash was manually triggered by pushing the test button.