Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Soil from Vlad The Impaler's castle (a/k/a Dracula)

By Jack Brummet, Ephemera Ed.

After finding this interesting piece of ephemera, I wondered if they were selling these many years later on eBay?  And the answer is, yes, they are.


Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Poem: Mission Statement

By Jack Brummet

To launch your enterprise,
You don't need to see
A discounted cash flow analysis.

You only need to know
If the right people
Are in your pocket,

And, if not, then whom
Should be bought off,
Scared off, or bumped off?

Monday, April 21, 2014

The original Sleeping Beauty, a tale of rape and cannibalism

By Jack Brummet, folk tale, myth & urban legend ed.

In 1697, a French writer named Charles Perrault published a classic book, "Tales of Times Passed." We know this book today as "Mother Goose Tales."  These stories are retellings of folk tales passed down through generations. Perrault cleaned them up and allowed everyone live happily ever after.

The earliest written version of Sleeping Beauty was actually published 60 years prior to Perrault's version, by Giambattista Basile.   Source: "The Pentameron of Giambattista Basile," translated by Richard F. Burton (Privately printed, 1893), day 5, tale 5:

There once lived a great lord, who was blessed with the birth of a daughter, whom he named Talia. He sent for the wise men and astrologers in his lands, to predict her future. They met, counseled together, and cast her horoscope, and at length they came to the conclusion that she would incur great danger from a splinter of flax. Her father therefore forbade that any flax, hemp, or any other material of that sort be brought into his house, so that she should escape the predestined danger.

One day, when Talia had grown into a young and beautiful lady, she was looking out of a window, when she beheld passing that way an old woman, who was spinning. Talia, never having seen a distaff or a spindle, was pleased to see the twirling spindle, and she was so curious as to what thing it was, that she asked the old woman to come to her. Taking the distaff from her hand, she began to stretch the flax. Unfortunately, Talia ran a splinter of flax under her nail, and she fell dead upon the ground. When the old woman saw this, she became frightened and ran down the stairs, and is running still.

As soon as the wretched father heard of the disaster which had taken place, he had them, after having paid for this tub of sour wine with casks of tears, lay her out in one of his country mansions. There they seated her on a velvet throne under a canopy of brocade. Wanting to forget all and to drive from his memory his great misfortune, he closed the doors and abandoned forever the house where he had suffered this great loss.

After a time, it happened by chance that a king was out hunting and passed that way. One of his falcons escaped from his hand and flew into the house by way of one of the windows. It did not come when called, so the king had one of his party knock at the door, believing the palace to be inhabited. Although he knocked for a length of time, nobody answered, so the king had them bring a vintner's ladder, for he himself would climb up and search the house, to discover what was inside. Thus he climbed up and entered, and looked in all the rooms, and nooks, and corners, and was amazed to find no living person there. At last he came to the salon, and when the king beheld Talia, who seemed to be enchanted, he believed that she was asleep, and he called her, but she remained unconscious. Crying aloud, he beheld her charms and felt his blood course hotly through his veins. He lifted her in his arms, and carried her to a bed, where he gathered the first fruits of love. Leaving her on the bed, he returned to his own kingdom, where, in the pressing business of his realm, he for a time thought no more about this incident.

Now after nine months Talia delivered two beautiful children, one a boy and the other a girl. In them could be seen two rare jewels, and they were attended by two fairies, who came to that palace, and put them at their mother's breasts. Once, however, they sought the nipple, and not finding it, began to suck on Talia's fingers, and they sucked so much that the splinter of flax came out. Talia awoke as if from a long sleep, and seeing beside her two priceless gems, she held them to her breast, and gave them the nipple to suck, and the babies were dearer to her than her own life. Finding herself alone in that palace with two children by her side, she did not know what had happened to her; but she did notice that the table was set, and food and drink were brought in to her, although she did not see any attendants.

In the meanwhile the king remembered Talia, and saying that he wanted to go hunting, he returned to the palace, and found her awake, and with two cupids of beauty. He was overjoyed, and he told Talia who he was, and how he had seen her, and what had taken place. When she heard this, their friendship was knitted with tighter bonds, and he remained with her for a few days. After that time he bade her farewell, and promised to return soon, and take her with him to his kingdom. And he went to his realm, but he could not find any rest, and at all hours he had in his mouth the names of Talia, and of Sun and Moon (those were the two children's names), and when he took his rest, he called either one or other of them.

Now the king's wife began to suspect that something was wrong from the delay of her husband while hunting, and hearing him name continually Talia, Sun, and Moon, she became hot with another kind of heat than the sun's. Sending for the secretary, she said to him, "Listen to me, my son, you are living between two rocks, between the post and the door, between the poker and the grate. If you will tell me with whom the king your master, and my husband, is in love, I will give you treasures untold; and if you hide the truth from me, you will never be found again, dead or alive." The man was terribly frightened. Greed and fear blinded his eyes to all honor and to all sense of justice, and he related to her all things, calling bread bread, and wine wine.

The queen, hearing how matters stood, sent the secretary to Talia, in the name of the king, asking her to send the children, for he wished to see them. Talia, with great joy, did as she was commanded. Then the queen, with a heart of Medea, told the cook to kill them, and to make them into several tasteful dishes for her wretched husband. But the cook was tender hearted and, seeing these two beautiful golden apples, felt pity and compassion for them, and he carried them home to his wife, and had her hide them. In their place he prepared two lambs into a hundred different dishes. When the king came, the queen, with great pleasure, had the food served.

The king ate with delight, saying, "By the life of Lanfusa, how tasteful this is"; or, "By the soul of my ancestors, this is good." Each time she replied, "Eat, eat, you are eating of your own."
For two or three times the king paid no attention to this repetition, but at last seeing that the music continued, he answered, "I know perfectly well that I am eating of my own, because you have brought nothing into this house"; and growing angry, he got up and went to a villa at some distance from his palace, to solace his soul and alleviate his anger.

In the meanwhile the queen, not being satisfied of the evil already done, sent for the secretary and told him to go to the palace and to bring Talia back, saying that the king longed for her presence and was expecting her. Talia departed as soon as she heard these words, believing that she was following the commands of her lord, for she greatly longed to see her light and joy, knowing not what was preparing for her. She was met by the queen, whose face glowed from the fierce fire burning inside her, and looked like the face of Nero.

She addressed her thus, "Welcome, Madam Busybody! You are a fine piece of goods, you ill weed, who are enjoying my husband. So you are the lump of filth, the cruel bitch, that has caused my head to spin? Change your ways, for you are welcome in purgatory, where I will compensate you for all the damage you have done to me."

Talia, hearing these words, began to excuse herself, saying that it was not her fault, because the king her husband had taken possession of her territory when she was drowned in sleep; but the queen would not listen to her excuses, and had a large fire lit in the courtyard of the palace, and commanded that Talia should be cast into it.

The lady, perceiving that matters had taken a bad turn, knelt before the queen, and begged her to allow her at least to take off the garments she wore. The queen, not for pity of the unhappy lady, but to gain also those robes, which were embroidered with gold and pearls, told her to undress, saying, "You can take off your clothes. I agree." Talia began to take them off, and with every item that she removed she uttered a loud scream. Having taken off her robe, her skirt, the bodice, and her shift, she was on the point of removing her last garment, when she uttered a last scream louder than the rest. They dragged her towards the pile, to reduce her to lye ashes which would be used to wash Charon's breeches.

The king suddenly appeared, and finding this spectacle, demanded to know what was happening. He asked for his children, and his wife -- reproaching him for his treachery -- told him that she had had them slaughtered and served to him as meat. When the wretched king heard this, he gave himself up to despair, saying, "Alas! Then I, myself, am the wolf of my own sweet lambs. Alas! And why did these my veins know not the fountains of their own blood? You renegade bitch, what evil deed is this which you have done? Begone, you shall get your desert as the stumps, and I will not send such a tyrant-faced one to the Colosseum to do her penance!"

So saying, he commanded that the queen should be cast into the fire which she had prepared for Talia, and the secretary with her, because he had been the handle for this bitter play, and weaver of this wicked plot. He was going to do the same with the cook, whom he believed to be the slaughterer of his children, when the man cast himself at his feet, saying, "In truth, my lord, for such a deed, there should be nothing else than a pile of living fire, and no other help than a spear from behind, and no other entertainment than twisting and turning within the blazing fire, and I should seek no other honor than to have my ashes, the ashes of a cook, mixed up with the queen's. But this is not the reward that I expect for having saved the children, in spite of the gall of that bitch, who wanted to kill them and to return to your body that which was of your own body."

Hearing these words, the king was beside himself. He thought he was dreaming, and he could not believe what his own ears had heard. Therefore, turning to the cook, he said, "If it is true that you have saved my children, be sure that I will take you away from turning the spit, and I will put you in the kitchen of this breast, to turn and twist as you like all my desires, giving you such a reward as shall enable you to call yourself a happy man in this world."

While the king spoke these words, the cook's wife, seeing her husband's need, brought forth the two children, Sun and Moon, before their father. And he never tired at playing the game of three with his wife and children, making a mill wheel of kisses, now with one and then with the other. He gave a generous reward to the cook, he made him a chamberlain. He married Talia to wife; and she enjoyed a long life with her husband and her children, thus experiencing the truth of the proverb:
Those whom fortune favors
Find good luck even in their sleep.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter from All This Is That


Saturday, April 19, 2014

181 Chrystie Street, NYC, then and now

By Jack Brummet,NYC Metro Ed.

Rivington Street at The Bowery, photo by Armondo Moreschi.  This shot is from about four years before I lived there, just around the corner from my second place in NYC—a loft at 181 Chrystie Street, a few doors down from the legendary Sammy's Roumanian Steak House. 

They've buffed up the old loft, built on the vacant lot next door, and covered up the great mural.  The place we used to rent for $500 (split three ways)  now goes for $6,000 a month.

This is how it looks today.  Sammy's is still there and looks to be doing very well. Our place, right above the Pronto Store has obviously been Frenched out.  When we lived there, it was far more basic and industrial. 


Friday, April 18, 2014

ATIT Reheated: Photos and video from Santa Via Cruces in Bucerias, Nayarit (the Good Friday procession)

By Jack Brummet, Mexico Travel Ed

We first saw Santa Via Cruces maybe six years ago.  Many towns and cities have a full blown pageant on Good Friday.  This is more a religious instructional exercise than any sort of entertainment.  Probably 150-200 people followed the procession as it wound its way up the hill.  The procession stopped 12 times for song and prayer at each of 12 stations of the cross along the way.


Station of The Cross Stop No. 8

Lord Buckely's Story of the life of Jesus: The Nazz

By Jack Brummet

Lord Buckley's tribute to "the sweetest, gonest, wailingest cat that ever stomped on this sweet swinging sphere.  And they called this cat The Nazz.  He was a carpenter kitty..."   Lord Buckley covers Jesus with love.  My favorite part is the scene of Jesus stomping across the water of Galilee.   Or when he performs his miracle on the "cat with the bent frame."   This is one of the Lord's greatest performances...


NSA: Sometimes breaking things is all we have

By Pablo Fanque, National Affairs Ed.


Thursday, April 17, 2014

Painting: the fool and the King

By Jack Brummet

Was Adolf Hitler lopsided, a/k/a one grape short?

By Mona Goldwater, European Affairs Ed.

An account by a German army medic confirms what the world long suspected: Hitler was lopsided, or, one grape short.  War vet Johan Jambor revealed the secret to a priest in the '60s.  The Priest wrote it down, according to The Sun, and his account surfaced 23 years after Jambor's death.

This seems to confirm an alleged Soviet autopsy on Hitler's remains made shortly after the war claimed Hitler was short one testicle. Most historians dismiss this reference as Commie propaganda.

Records do show Hitler was wounded in the groin in 1916 during the Battle of the Somme, and 
The Fuhrer's missing testicle has been mocked for years in a British song:

Hitler has only got one ball,
The other is on the kitchen wall,
His mother, the dirty bugger,
Chopped it off when he was small. 

She threw it over Germany,
It landed in the deep blue sea,
The fishes got out their dishes,
And had scallops and bollocks for tea. 

Frankfurt has only one beer hall,
Stuttgart, die München all on call,
Munich, vee lift our tunich,
To show vee "Cherman" have no balls at all.

Until then, there was never actually proof Hitler was asymmetrical Down There. The priest wrote that Jambor saw the evidence with his own eyes. Johan Jambor's friend Blassius Hanczuch confirmed that the medic had indeed saved Hitler’s life in 1916, but alas not the missing ball.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Rethinking the Bellamy Salute

By Mona Goldwater, Symbols & Gesture Ed.

The U.S. Pledge of Allegiance is usually accompanied by a hand-gesture, or salute. The first salute, adopted in 1892, is known as the Bellamy Salute.

The similarity of the Bellamy salute to the Nazi salute (which scholars think was directly inspired by from the U.S. salute), led Congress to mandate the hand-over-the-heart salute we now use (civilians anyhow) when saying the Pledge of Allegiance or singing the national anthem.  The Bellamy salute was decommissioned on December 22, 1942, one year after the U.S. declared war on Germany and Japan.


Painting: Map 12

By Jack Brummet

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