Images from a 16th century artillery manual digitized by the University of Pennsylvania appear to show jet packs strapped to the backs of cats and doves.
In case you really weren’t sure, this infographic breaks down the basic anatomy of a stingray.
He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
DAMN IT, BETH, ARE YOU BLATANTLY PRACTICING THE DARK ARTS IN PLAIN VIEW OF THE NEIGHBORS? DO YOU WANT TO HAVE TO MOVE AGAIN?
NO, HONEY. THIS IS JUST YOGA.
THAT’S NOT YOGA, BETH. I KNOW WHAT YOGA LOOKS LIKE.
ASHTANGA, MAYBE, OR HATHA, BUT THIS IS ADVANCED IYENGAR. MY CHAKRAS ARE WIDE OPEN OR WHATEVER.
YOU’RE LEVITATING, BETH, AND THERE ARE OBVIOUS SIGNS OF RITUAL SACRIFICE IN THE GARAGE.
SHHHHHH, HONEY. YOU’RE DISRUPTING MY CHI FLOW.
moredaytodawn: Hello hun! I thought IU should pass this along: "Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself, and then send this to 10 of your favorite followers~"
OK, so I know I received this roughly, uh, a month ago, but I’m naturally the self-deprecating sort and so it took me a while to think of five things. But this was sweet of you, so I was determined to get five, and now that I have I can answer. Let’s start:
The fact that I consider these my five outstanding qualities probably says more about me than the qualities themselves. I’ll be passing this on tomorrow.
More on the 15th century library I visited yesterday at Queens’. I wrote a bit about the books then; today, I’ll say something about the room itself.
It’s on the second floor of one of the original buildings from the College’s foundation in 1448. You can tell it’s original, because the walls are wonky and the beams look like the burnt-down matchsticks of giants. That in itself makes it pretty interesting, but more interesting still are the shelves.
Originally, they were about chest height, with lecterns on the top for reading. Like I said before, there were only 199 books, so that was enough to hold them all. But this was more or less the same time that printing was starting to get underway in Europe, and so by 1612 they had to take the lecterns off and add another section to the bookshelves with a nice fancy cap on the top - and, by the 1630s, as printed books continued to flood in, they had to add another layer in between those two, so that the shelves grew upwards like curious mushrooms.
And, as if the bookshelves weren’t enough, the windows were taken from a Carmelite friary that used to stand close by, near the river. As you can imagine, windows like that are pretty rare, thanks to the twin forces of the Dissolution of the Monasteries and the Reformation, and so these were like nothing I’d ever seen before. Each one of them has a wildly idiosyncratic portrait of a monk in the middle. One has a crooked grin and a nose like a snow-shovel; another has drooping jowls and great bulging eyes. There’s no way they’re the standard sort of idealised saint you often see in stained glass: they all depict real people, Carmelite friars who once lived and worked in the vanished monastery. Something about them - perhaps the glass, perhaps the artists’ style - lends them an incredible immediacy; you can look at them and see five hundred years back in time or more, to the faces they were made from.
I’ve never seen anything like that before.
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