Not just middle-aged in the middle ages
From Nat Geog, via Cronaca, news that Philippe Aries was at least partly wrong:
From Nat Geog, via Cronaca, news that Philippe Aries was at least partly wrong:
Akaky over at The Passing Parade lives in fear of the perpetually extending penis promised him by the spammers. No need: we will resurrect The Mighty Thor to deal with this latter-day Midgard Serpent. Here is a taster from an August 1975 story entitled Night of the Troll!, in which Thor interrupts his battle with [...]
In an article on the Madrid bombings Michael Carlin (via HispaLibertas) proclaims the doom of a Spain trapped in fear and ignorance. No reason to get excited, I would have thought, since the British have known that this boat ain’t going nowhere for at least 416 years. Nevertheless, I did enjoy Mr Carlin getting all [...]
In the Middle Ages anyone of any commercial talent (and his/her mum) had visions and stored some human bones in the new toilet chapel extension of the pig shed nave of the temple next to that handy spring holy source on the hillside. Here, extracted by moderately cunning device from Amazon, is the relevant part of the ToC of Eileen Gardiner’s (not completely exhaustive) Medieval Visions of Heaven and Hell: A Sourcebook:
I believe that this is not the kind of thing that would go down well here.
There’s a sign outside Montgat’s C11th Ermita de Sant Martí (this walk) which lists people interred there between 1677 and 1814:
name
date
description
Patrici Aucana
1677-9-8
Irishman, soldier at Montgat Castle
Eduard Fuit
1689-7-29
Irishman, soldier at Montgat Castle
Altura Morfi
1695-12-15
Subaltern at Montgat Castle
1699-3-19
Pauper of the [...]
Some Andalusians overheard this afternoon seemed to believe that Casa Milà was built as the municipal dogs’ home. Other famous landmarks–Parky Gay, Sangria Familia, Sangrada Familia, Passage Gracias–here.
Querida amiga, ahórrate los honorarios del carnicero cosmético leyendo los Secretos raros de artes y oficios (1807):
Para tener buenos melones. Se remojan las pepitas de melon por dos ó tres dias en buen, vino moscatel añejo. Se tendrá la paciencia, de ir abriendo con destreza un cierto número de pepitas por el agujerillo que han de brotar : se vuelven á remojar por veinte y quatro horas en vino mezclado con azúcar. Despues se secan un poco al sol, y se siembran en tierra, bien abonada con estiércol de cabra, y se tendrán melones exquisitos, y mayores que los regulares.
Recalling this, oranges weighing a kilo in Salamanca and 4-metre sunflowers in the mutant garden of Riba-Roja.
Here. They only let you download five daily. (Debussy never dreamt that l’après-midi d’un faune would become a tech joke.)