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erikkwakkel:

erikkwakkel:

Medieval egg book
As graffiti artists show every day, you can write on almost anything. In medieval times, however, most writing was done on stones, parchment (animal skin) or paper. The object in this image is special because it breaks with that rule (no pun intended): it shows Arabic funeral poetry written on an ostrich egg in the 15th century. It was found in a muslim graveyard in the Red Sea port of Quseir, Egypt. The text describes the journey from death to life and was written down to commemorate a young man that had died. Ostrich eggs were believed to give power to the dead and bring them back to life, which is why this book was ‘buried’ in the grave. What a great and unusual artifact of medieval written culture! It’s in pieces, but the shells survived in spite of being buried in the ground for over 500 years.
Pic: Dionisius Agius/University of Leeds. Read more about this remarkable object here and here. See this Tumblr post for a 15th-century globe made from an ostrich egg.

I don’t usually reblog my own posts, but this older one is just too appropriate for today: Happy Easter to all!

erikkwakkel:

erikkwakkel:

Medieval egg book

As graffiti artists show every day, you can write on almost anything. In medieval times, however, most writing was done on stones, parchment (animal skin) or paper. The object in this image is special because it breaks with that rule (no pun intended): it shows Arabic funeral poetry written on an ostrich egg in the 15th century. It was found in a muslim graveyard in the Red Sea port of Quseir, Egypt. The text describes the journey from death to life and was written down to commemorate a young man that had died. Ostrich eggs were believed to give power to the dead and bring them back to life, which is why this book was ‘buried’ in the grave. What a great and unusual artifact of medieval written culture! It’s in pieces, but the shells survived in spite of being buried in the ground for over 500 years.

Pic: Dionisius Agius/University of Leeds. Read more about this remarkable object here and here. See this Tumblr post for a 15th-century globe made from an ostrich egg.

I don’t usually reblog my own posts, but this older one is just too appropriate for today: Happy Easter to all!

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"What always struck me the most is that people loved him not with the screaming adoration lavished on celebrities, but with the intimate affection reserved for family members. The people of Latin America — myself included — felt he understood us like a grandfather. We read about the Buendía house and saw our grandmother’s house. We read about Florentino Ariza’s pursuit of Fermina Daza and saw our own desperate love affairs. We read about the general in his labyrinth and saw our own broken democracies"

http://www.buzzfeed.com/nicolasmedinamora/the-death-of-the-patriarch-remembering-gabriel-garcia-marque

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"… And that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end."

— One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

(Source: themoonisgreen, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

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kateoplis:

Remember well. 
Adieu, you magical creature. 

RIP Gabo :(

kateoplis:

Remember well

Adieu, you magical creature

RIP Gabo :(

(Source: flavorpill)

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The Lonliness of the Half Marathon Runner

I don’t have a running buddy and I’m not part of a running group so I do all my practice runs and races solo. I don’t listen to music when I run, partly for safety and partly because I want to listen out for uneven breathing and joint cracking. I also like to let my mind go places till the entire experience becomes meditative. Today’s race was anything but meditative and I’m, in equal parts, concerned and amused by the thoughts I had.

Pre race : Wow there are so many ladies (it was a ladies only race) who run! Everyone’s got such pretty leggings. Why are women so chatty though?

During the national anthem : ‘Star Spangled Banner’ makes me so emotional, but why do these singers start at the the most shrill note? Too much vibrato in that voice. Maybe she’s nervous.

Mile 1:Let’s pound some asphalt! So many supportive guys around. Let me see if I can find some eye candy.

Mile 2:Damn Cat Hill. One day I’m gonna take a pic of myself flicking off that cat statue.

Mile 3:Ok  where’s the Gatorade? Those porta potties stink. Another hill? To run up the hill and save dignity or to speed walk a part of it and save my knees? Fuck knees! Fuck hills! The downhill will fix it.

Mile 4: I love the camaraderie among these ladies. Just a bunch of strangers running together. Wow it’s that lady’s 60th birthday, let’s go over and say ‘happy birthday’.

Mile 5: Cute guy alert! He’s got a sign that says ‘free kisses’. Nah I’ll pass, I’m in it for the running. Wait, did the winner just start her second loop? Such form!

Mile 6: Oh yeah new personal record!

Mile 7: Another loop, brace yourselves girls!

Mile 8: I can just drop out of the race and go home. Home is like right there. Hell no! I didn’t pay 80 bucks so I could go home(I did it for the tech shirt and the medal. Mostly the medal).

Mile 9 : This hill is so stupid. I can’t see the pacer anywhere, I guess she outran everyone.

Mile 10: My feet are getting blisters, I can feel them. I want my mommie. Another hill? Really Central Park! That old lady who was cheering at mile 5 is still there. She’s got some energy!

Mile 11: No free kisses, no free hugs :( My abs are starting to hurt. I need to do more yoga.

Mile 12: Can we be done already? If another person says ‘almost there, you got this’ I will either slap them or show them my fear inducing resting bitch face.

Mile 13: I think I’m gonna cry. I can’t run .1 miles. It’s pointless to smile for the camera, I think they got a shot of me grimacing at my boobs. Why do women have boobs? Why can’t boobs be detachable? No wonder guys run faster. Well at least sports bras save women from bleeding nipples (google ‘marathon bleeding nipples’ to see what I mean).

The final .1 mile: The announcer didn’t butcher my name. Yay medals, blankets and bagels. I think I’ll take a nap on the grass.

I apologize if some of this is TMI.

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humansofnewyork:

His owner told me that according to a Native American myth, dogs with different colored eyes can see both heaven and earth.

humansofnewyork:

His owner told me that according to a Native American myth, dogs with different colored eyes can see both heaven and earth.

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juliaheffernan:

Fox Mulder and Scully as kiddos

I think I’m gonna adopt Julia. I hope her mom doesn’t mind.

juliaheffernan:

Fox Mulder and Scully as kiddos

I think I’m gonna adopt Julia. I hope her mom doesn’t mind.

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Ran a 10 k (6.2 miles) today. I did it without stopping at an aid station or taking a walking break. All of this while listening to the sound of bagpipes at every mile marker. Instead of feeling accomplished I came back home feeling bloated and heavy like “Jabba the Hutt”. I moped around the apartment for a while because I didn’t make any new personal records(not quantitative ones). So to prevent this beautiful Saturday from turning into a self pity fest, I ordered frozen yogurt from Pinkberry’s. The delivery guy gave me my order plus three additional cups of frozen yogurt for free! (I guess someone else cancelled and he was just like ‘whatever’). So that worked out well!

p.s. I guess Kaiser Fung is right when he calls me ‘the queen of free food’! 

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humansofnewyork:

Today in microfashion…

Was out for a run today and the ‘Greek Independence Day’ parade was taking place on 5th ave. Too bad I missed these cuties. 

humansofnewyork:

Today in microfashion…

Was out for a run today and the ‘Greek Independence Day’ parade was taking place on 5th ave. Too bad I missed these cuties.