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i8seattle · 2 years
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NATIONAL LIGHTHOUSE DAY
Lighthouses are wonderful photographic subjects. Beacons of light, friends to all at sea, symbols of hope lighthouses are grand for many reasons. Here are a few images I’ve captured of lighthouses.
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Point Wilson Lighthouse
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Point Wilson Lighthouse, Port Townsend, Washington, 2004.
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Point Wilson Lighthouse
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The Point Wilson Light is an active aid to navigation located in Fort Worden State Park near Port Townsend, Jefferson County, Washington.
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Point Wilson marks the western side of the entrance to Admiralty Inlet from the Strait of Juan de Fuca and is an important landmark for vessels traveling to and from Puget Sound. The current light was built in 1914, but a lighthouse has been established at the site since 1879.
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After the construction of the current light the original 1879 structure was used as a keepers dwelling. The light was automated in 1972 and is currently monitored via computer within the Coast Guard Air Station at Port Angeles. As of today the light is currently leased to the U.S. Lighthouse Society, who is offering overnight stays in a nearby restored Coast Guard dwelling.
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15th of December 1900 is the most likely date that the three lighthouse keepers of the year old Flannan Isles Lighthouse disappeared.
The building of Flannan Lighthouse was plagued with accidents, several workers died or vanished while working on the lighthouse, it took about 4 years to complete. Legend has it the island was said to be inhabited by mysterious “little people.” Large birds also were said to live there, too, and have contact with these little people.
Na h-Eileanan Flannach is the Scottish Gaelic name of the small group of islands known in English as the Flannan Isles. They are a bird sanctuary and at times a place of beauty. At others these remote islands bear the brunt of severe Atlantic storms, which whip the seas into frenzy and force even the hardy gulls to stay sheltered in the cliff face crags. For many years they have remained uninhabited, the last residents of any length being the lighthouse keepers, who between 1899 and its automation in 1971, kept the light burning on the highest point of the island group, Eilean Mòr.
On the island of Eilean Mòr is the ruin of an old chapel dedicated to St Flannan. However, over many centuries for many of the Gaelic Hebridean community the islands have been viewed as a place of superstition and bad luck. A view that was reinforced by the tragic and mysterious events that befell the lighthouse keepers on Eilean Mòr in mid-December 1900.
It is the fate of the lighthouse keepers, James Ducat, Thomas Marshall, and Donald McArthur, in 1900; just over one year after the island’s lighthouse came into operation that is the cause of much mystery and speculation. For all three keepers disappeared without trace. It was on 15th December 1900 that the ship Archtor which was sailing for Scotland from Philadelphia had reported that as they passed the islands the lighthouse was not in operation. In those days there was no radio communication between the keepers on Eilean Mòr and the shore station of Breasclete on Lewis.
When the lighthouse tender arrived on 26th December 1900 having been delayed due to adverse conditions.
There was no welcome from the lighthouse keepers, no flag on the flagstaff and no provision boxes left for them as was customary.
The relief keeper Joseph Moore was sent to investigate further and found the main door and gate to the compound closed, the beds unmade and the clock stopped. They also found a set of oilskins, suggesting one of the keepers to have left without them – unusual and worrying considering the poor weather conditions that had been recorded in the log.
The island was scoured for clues, or any sign of the keepers, but nothing was found. The west landing had received considerable damage, with turf ripped up and a box of supplies destroyed, with its contents strewn about. The keepers log proved that this damage had occurred before the disappearance.
The log leading up to the men’s disappearance included some strange entries, with descriptions of an awful storm, high winds, and low spirits amongst the keepers. There were however no reports of storms in the area in the days leading up to the disappearance, meaning that the poor weather conditions recorded in the log were either made up, or localised.
To this day no one knows what took place in the lighthouse that night, but many theories have developed over the years.
The more far-fetched of these theories suggest they had been carried away by a giant seabird, had been abducted by spies or had simply escaped to start new lives. The perhaps more plausible theories suggest that the keepers had been swept away when trying to secure a box in a crevice above sea level. Other theories suggest the psychology of the lighthouse keepers played a part. MacArthur had a reputation for brawling and was known to be violent. It is suggested by some that a fight broke out on the cliff edge, causing the men to fall to their deaths.
It was only after 1912, when English poet Wilfrid Wilson Gibson published his epic, Flannan Isle, that the story began to assume such an air of mystery, speculation, even intrigue. In general for lighthouse keepers themselves, there is no mystery and never has been, my uncle worked for the Lighthouse Board, and he says it was a freak wave that swept the men to their deaths, this is the assumption of many who worked the Islands around Scotland, but in truth we will never know what happened.
Flannan Lighthouse Memorial at Breasclete, Isle of Lewis , as seen in the pics, was unveiled in 2017.
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Point Wilson Lighthouse, WA. 06/14/2022.
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videbi · 3 years
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The Best Books
The list is made from an academic point of view. More books may be added or any book may be taken out of the list at anytime.
Books that enlightened, outraged, provoked and comforted us
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813
Emma by Jane Austen, 1815
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, 1844
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, 1847
Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray, 1848
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, 1860
Les Miserables by Victor Hugo, 1862
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, 1866
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott, 1868
Middlemarch: A Study of Provincial Life by George Eliot, 1874
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy, 1877
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain, 1884
Germinal by Émile Zola, 1885
The Short Stories of Anton Chekhov by Anton Chekhov, 1888
The Ambassadors by Henry James, 1903
In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust, 1913
Dubliners by James Joyce, 1914
The Mysterious Stranger by Mark Twain, 1916
Ulysses by James Joyce, 1922
The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann, 1924
An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser, 1925
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1925
To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf, 1927
Coming of Age in Samoa by Margaret Mead, 1928
All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Remarque, 1929
The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner, 1929
The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas by Gertrude Stein, 1933
Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1934
Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell, 1936
Death on the Nile by Agatha Christie, 1937
Out of Africa by Isak Dinesen, 1937
Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston, 1937
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck, 1939
Romola by George Eliot, 1940
Black Boy by Richard Wright, 1945
Hiroshima by John Hersey, 1946
Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe, 1946
A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams, 1947
Under the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry, 1947
The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles, 1949
The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger, 1951
Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison, 1952
Lord of the Flies by William Golding, 1954
The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway, 1954
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, 1955
Notes of a Native Son by James Baldwin, 1955
Our Man in Havana by Graham Greene, 1958
The Civil War by Shelby Foote, 1958
Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction by JD Salinger, 1959
Rabbit, Run by John Updike, 1960
Where Angels Fear to Tread by E. M. Forster, 1960
The Death and Life of Great American Cities by Jane Jacobs, 1961
The Making of the President by Theodore H. White, 1961
Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov, 1962
The Spy Who Came in from the Cold by John le Carre, 1963
A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway, 1964
The Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X, 1965
Manchild in the Promised Land by Claude Brown, 1965
Against Interpretation, and Other Essays by Susan Sontag, 1966
In Cold Blood by Truman Capote, 1966
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, 1967
The American Cinema by Andrew Sarris, 1968
The Double Helix by James Watson, 1968
The Electric Kool_Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe, 1968
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou, 1969
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, 1969
The French Lieutenant’s Woman by John Fowles, 1969
Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret by Judy Blume, 1970
Ball Four by Jim Boutton, 1970
The Complete Stories of Flannery O’Connor, 1971
The Best and the Brightest by David Halberstam, 1972
The Politics of Nonviolent Action by Gene Sharp, 1973
All The President’s Men by Bob Woodwad and Carl Bernstein, 1974
The Power Broker by Robert A. Caro, 1974
Ragtime by E. L. Doctorow, 1975
Sociobiology by Edward O. Wilson, 1975
The Executioner’s Song by Norman Mailer, 1979
The Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean M. Auel, 1980
Follow The River by James Alexander Thom, 1981
Psychoanalysis: The Impossible Profession by Janet Malcolm, 1981
The Fractal Geometry of Nature by Benoit Mandelbrot, 1982
The Last Lion: Winston Spencer Churchill by William Manchester, 1983
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera, 1984
The Center of the Cyclone by John Lilly, 1985
Great and Desperate Cures by Elliott Valenstein, 1986
Maus by Art Spiegelman, 1986
The Making of the Atomic Bomb by Richard Rhodes, 1986
And the Band Played On by Randy Shilts, 1987
Beloved by Toni Morrison, 1987
The Closing of the American Mind by Allan Bloom, 1987
A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking, 1988
Battle Cry of Freedom: The Civil War Era by James M. McPerson, 1988
The Society of Mind by Marvin Minsky, 1988
Summer’s Lease by John Mortimer, 1989
A Prayer For Owen Meany by John Irving, 1989
A Soldier of the Great War by Mark Helprin, 1991
Mortal Questions by Thomas Nagel, 1991
PIHKAL by Alexander and Ann Shulgin, 1991
Lonely Hearts of the Cosmos by Dennis Overbye, 1991
The Six Wives of Henry VIII by Alison Weir, 1991
Band of Brothers by Stephen E. Ambrose, 1992
The Talented Mr Ripley by Patricia Highsmith, 1992
The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje, 1993
Dreams from My Father by Barack Obama, 1995
Montana Sky by Nora Roberts, 1996
Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life’s Greatest Lesson by Mitch Albom, 1997
War Before Civilization by Lawrence Keeley, 1997
How the Mind Works by Steven Pinker, 1997
A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson, 1998
In the Name of Eugenics by Daniel Kevles, 1998
Who Moved My Cheese? by Spencer Johnson, 1998
Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri, 1999
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers, 2000
Nonzero by Robert Wright, 2000
Chocolat by Joanne Harris, 2000
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd, 2001
The Illusion of Conscious Will by Daniel Wegner, 2002
Atonement by Ian McEwan, 2003
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, 2003
The Known World by Edward P. Jones, 2003
Gilead by Marilynne Robinson, 2004
My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult, 2004
Portofino: A Novel (Calvin Becker Trilogy) by Frank Schaeffer, 2004
Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, 2005
The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak, 2005
The Girl With a Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson, 2008
Lords of Finance: The Bankers Who Broke The World, 2009
Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience and Redemption by Laura Hillenbrand, 2010
Washington: A Life by Ron Chernow, 2010
Orientation: And Other Stories by Daniel Orozco, 2011
Books that inspired debate, activism, dissent, war and revolution
The Torah
Bhagavad Gita
I Ching (Classic of Changes) by Fu Xi
Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu
The Summa Theologica of St. Thomas Aquinas, 1266
The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri, 1321
Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes, 1605
Ethics by Baruch de Spinoza, 1677
Pilgrim’s Progress by John Bunyan, 1678
Candide by Voltaire, 1759
Confessions by Jean-Jacques Rousseau, 1781
Critique of Pure Reason by Immanuel Kant, 1781
Democracy in America by Alexis de Tocqueville, 1835
A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, 1843
Moby-Dick by Herman Melville, 1851
Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe, 1852
Walden (Life in the Woods) by Henry David Thoreau, 1854
Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert, 1857
Experiments on Plant Hybridization by Gregor Mendel, 1866
War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, 1869
Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche, 1883
Arabian Nights by Andrew Lang, 1898
The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists by Robert Tressell, 1914
Relativity: The Special and General Theory by Albert Einstein, 1916
Psychological Types by Carl Jung, 1921
Mein Kampf (My Struggle or My Battle) by Adolf Hitler, 1925
Der Process (The Trial) by Franz Kafka, 1925
The Tibetan Book of the Dead by Karma-glin-pa (Karma Lingpa), 1927
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, 1932
The General Theory of Employment Interest and Money by John Maynard Keynes, 1936
The Big Book by Alcoholics Anonymous, 1939
Being and Nothingness by Jean-Paul Sartre, 1943
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery, 1943
The Road To Serfdom by Friedrich von Hayek, 1944
Animal Farm by George Orwell, 1945
Survival in Auschwitz: The Nazi Assault on Humanity by Primo Levi, 1947
The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank, 1947
Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell, 1949
The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir, 1949
The Origins of Totalitarianism by Hannah Arendt, 1951
Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe, 1958
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, 1960
Guerilla Warfare by Che Guevarra, 1961
Capitalism and Freedom by Milton Friedman, 1962
Silent Spring by Rachel Carson, 1962
The Structure of Scientific Revolutions by Thomas Kuhn, 1962
Quotations from Chairman Mao Tse-Tung (The Little Red Book) by Mao Zedong, 1964
Unsafe at Any Speed by Ralph Nader, 1965
Catch 22 by Joseph Heller, 1969
The Female Eunuch by Germaine Greer, 1970
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig, 1974
The Normal Heart by Larry Kramer, 1987
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, 1988
The Vagina Monologues by Eve Ensler, 1995
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by J. K. Rowling, 1997
Books that shook civilization, changed the world
The Holy Bible
The Qur’an
The Analects of Confucius
The Iliad and The Odyssey by Homer
The Histories by Herodotus, 440 BC
The Republic by Plato, 380 BC
The Kama Sutra (Aphorisms on Love) by Vatsyayana
On the Shortness of Life by Lucius Annaeus Seneca (The Younger), 62
Geographia by Ptolemy, 150
Meditations by Marcus Aurelius, 160
Confessions by St. Augustine, 397
The Canon of Medicine by Avicenna, 1025
Magna Carta, 1215
The Inner Life by Thomas a Kempis, 1400’s
The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer, 1478
The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, 1532
On Friendship by Michel de Montaigne, 1571
The King James Bible by William Tyndale et al, 1611
The First Folio by William Shakespeare, 1623
Principia Mathematica by Isaac Newton, 1687
A Tale of a Tub by Jonathan Swift, 1704
Encyclopaedia or a Systematic Dictionary of the Sciences, Arts and Crafts, 1751
A Dictionary of the English Language by Samuel Johnson, 1755
Patent Specification for Arkwright’s Spinning Machine by Richard Arkwright, 1769
Common Sense by Thomas Paine, 1776
The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon, 1776
The Wealth of Nations by Adam Smith, 1776
The Social Contract by Jean-Jacques Rousseau, 1762
On the Abolition of the Slave Trade by William Wilberforce, 1789
Rights of Man by Thomas Paine, 1791
A Vindication of the Rights of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft, 1792
On the Pleasure of Hating by William Hazlitt, 1826
Experimental Researches in Electricity by Michael Faraday, 1839, 1844, 1855
The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, 1848
On the Suffering of the World by Arthur Schopenhauer, 1851
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, 1855
On Liberty by John Stewart Mill, 1859
On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin, 1859
The Rules of Association Football by Ebenezer Cobb Morley, 1863
Das Kapital (Capital: Critique of Political Economy) by Karl Marx, 1867
On Art and Life by John Ruskin, 1886
The War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells, 1898
The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud, 1899
The Jungle by Upton Sinclair, 1906
Why Am I So Wise by Friedrich Nietzsche, 1908
Married Love by Marie Stopes, 1918
Lady Chatterly’s Lover by D. H. Lawrence, 1928
A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf, 1929
Civilization and its Discontents by Sigmund Freud, 1930
Why I Write by George Orwell, 1946
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kitsapimages · 6 months
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Point Wilson Lighthouse
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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 11 months
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In James Cameron’s Titanic, the scene of a child and his father playing with a spinning top on the promenade is directly copied from this famous photograph.
Taken aboard the Titanic by Jesuit novitiate Francis Browne it shows six-year-old Robert Douglas Spedden watched by his father Frederic and is one of the most famous of the collection.
In April, 1912, the Frederic and Margaretta "Daisy" Spedden booked passage on the Titanic with their seven-year-old son, Douglas. Also travelling were Daisy's maid, Helen Alice Wilson, and Douglas's former nursemaid Margaret Burns called "Muddie Boons" by the boy as he had difficulty pronouncing her name.
Frederic and his wife were awakened by the collision with the iceberg; they noticed that the ship was listing, so went to rouse the servants. Daisy woke Douglas telling the boy they were taking a "trip to see the stars." The Spedden party made their way to the starboard side of the boat deck, where the women and children boarded lifeboat 3. After all the women and children had been loaded, Frederic, along with about 20 other men, were also allowed in the boat.
Douglas fell asleep and slept through the night. Waking at dawn and seeing the icebergs he said "Oh, Muddie, look at the beautiful North Pole with no Santa Claus on it."
The entire party survived and were rescued by Carpathia where the Spedden family was remembered for numerous acts of kindness. Margaret Burns made use of her nursing skills tending to the injured and shocked passengers throughout the journey to New York.
One year after the disaster Daisy wrote and illustrated a storybook for her son called "My Story", which told the story of the trip, sinking, and rescue from the point of view of Douglas' teddy bear. The tale was inspired by the stuffed bear her son never left behind during the sinking and their subsequent rescue.
Daisy was also writing a series of diaries starring the little bear for Douglas, when he was older, to read and reminisce about all those moments he spent together with his parents.
She gave the storybook to Douglas as a gift on Christmas Day 1913. Tragically, two years later, one summer afternoon in 1915, Douglas was struck by a delivery truck on Gridstone Neck, Winter Harbor, near the family summer retreat in Maine. He died instantly from the concussion he suffered. He was 9 years old.
Both Frederic and Daisy mourned stoically, because they always had faith in Christian providence.
After her son's death Daisy stopped writing her diaries. They lived out the rest of their lives with close friends and family and continued to travel the world.
Frederick died on February 3, 1947 at the age of 80 due to a heart attack while poolside at the Bath Club in Palm Beach, Florida. Daisy passed away on February 11, 1950 at the age of 77.
[Titanic Memorial Lighthouse]
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dragonsmooch · 11 months
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"first impressions" (part two) (lighthouse au)
Words: ~811 (for piece below), ~4499 (for the whole)
Ships: N/A (will be found family & ships in the future tho!)
Contains: Rainstorm (now with thunder/lightning), some socially awkward/anxious moments, food
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Turns out… that table the woman had gone to was the one full of Wilson’s future coworkers. Go figure.
He wasn't the only one to trudge through the rain to make it to the restaurant. Twirling the straw in her glass of water, she looked like she'd rather be somewhere warm and dry—or anywhere but here. “You’re late,” she pointed out. Despite only arriving a minute before him. Her pigtails were even still dripping.
Before Wilson could choose to defend himself or apologize, a groan sounded from his other side. “This isn’t going to be a habit, is it?” The man speaking was leaning back in his chair quite dangerously. His long dark hair didn’t seem to have suffered the same fate as Wilson’s or the pigtailed woman's. Examining dirt under his nails, the man muttered, “If I had known you were all going to be late, I could’ve taken a longer nap.”
“I was surfing,” another woman piped up. Indeed, some sand still clung to her elbows on the table, as if she’d just come from the beach. Golden hoop earrings swung with a shake of her head. “And no one’s stopping you from napping, dude.” She hung half off of her chair, looking thoroughly and happily wiped from a day on the waves.
The first woman snorted, still stirring. What did she have against the ice in her glass? “Yeah, go ahead and nap while us adults talk.”
Sharp brows furrowing, chair legs thudded back to the floor as the man jabbed a finger in her direction. “I didn't see you at the meeting on-time, Pigtails—gack!” He hurriedly slapped at his face. She had flicked condensation in retaliation. “The only one acting like a kid here is you!”
She smirked, straw sucking loudly in a not-so-silent taunt. He partially stood with a growl—Wilson feared for a moment he'd need to intervene in a brawl. Thankfully, the stranger seemed to have thought better of it; collapsing back into his chair, he instead chose to aim his frustrations at what was left of his chocolate cake.
Not off to the best of starts... Wilson grimaced at the squeak of silverware across a plate. Scarred palms rose in a placating motion. “I'm sure the weather is partially to blame for the ah, poor mood. It certainly rained on our parade,” he tried to lighten the mood.
The fighting pair's attention swung his way, their flat looks thoroughly unamused. He shrunk slightly under their gazes. The surfer simply ignored the pun altogether. Neither were very heartening responses.
Wonderfully timed then was the man who approached the table with a welcoming smile, and a platter of chips and salsa for the surfer. (She made a noise when the other two both snagged a handful from her. Wilson politely refrained.)
A crack of lightning lit the windows. Glad I got here before the worst of it. The darkening storm rattled bones and utensils. Yet their waiter hardly seemed to notice, tapping his chest in a partial bow. “Thank you for joining us this evening! My name is Warly, I'm one of the owners of Pick Your Poisson. I'll be your waiter for the evening.”
“Thank you, Warly,” Wilson replied politely. But he had perked up at the introduction. An uncertain smile returned. “A rather... fishy name for a restaurant, isn't it?”
Warly hardly batted an eye, as if he had heard that one countless times before. At least he was genial about it. “It doesn't quite make sense either—'poisson' hardly sounds like 'poison.' ” He sighed in good humor. “But, I know when I'm beat, and I know what sells. So the name stuck.” Lifting a pencil and pad, he added with a smile, “I promise there will be no poison in your meals. So, what can we get for you?”
“I—uh.” Wilson realized quite suddenly he hadn't even opened his menu. Embarrassment returned with a vengeance. Fingers rose, intent on pointing at the first thing available. But the pigtailed woman had leaned over the table, snatching the menu in front of him and cracking it open for herself. He pursed his lips. Warly stood, waiting, pencil ready. “Well... what are your... specials?”
Pity softened the bearded man's face. The pencil rested against paper. “Would you like more time to decide?”
This restaurant owner was quickly becoming Wilson's favorite person in Constance. He opened his mouth— Fwap, the menu slapped the tabletop. Then it was tossed, colliding with his sternum. “Oof.”
“Chili,” the pigtailed woman answered the initial question. (Wilson wisely decided to start perusing the menu, before anyone else snatched it away.) “Spiciest you got.”
“Cup or bowl?”
A snort. “Bowl.”
Warly jotted this down. Payment was accepted, for the long-haired man's meal. To Wilson, he brought a glass of water, then reassured, “I'll give you some more time.” Patience of a saint, this one.
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tllgrrl · 2 years
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Excerpt from upcoming SarahBucky AU - HALLELUJAH
A photoset/moodboard was created, and I asked, and received, permission to write for it. All I’ll say for now is that this is my first Piano Bar AU. Sarah and her fellow Grown-assed Woman friends get together for a drink or two and…
The Setting: The Lighthouse Bar & Grill, in New Orleans. Inherited and run by Sam Wilson, who co-owns the bar and the building it’s in, with his sister Sarah Wilson-Casper, a widow and mother of two young boys.
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“Hold on. You all seein’ this?” Aymie points a well manicured nail at Sarah, then tilts her head indicating the front of the barroom.
“Giiirl, yes! Watch him try not to look over here.”
“And he’s fine, too!” Dee says just loud enough for the other women to hear. “I mean—“
“Mmmm-HMM! How can you miss those—“
“Arms!” / “Shoulders!” / “That Chest!”, each woman giving a different answer at the same time, but all ending together, adding, “and those Eyes!”
“What!?” Sarah demands, taking a sip of her drink and trying to maintain a poker face but feeling herself get warm.
She knew exactly who they were talking about, and she saw him the minute she walked in the door. The man at the piano is the man who was taking kegs off the delivery truck (like they weighed no more than a 12 ounce can each) when she stopped by earlier to take inventory. The man built like…and with those eyes like...
‘What? What are you all talking nonsense about?”
“Girl?!? Please. We know you know he keeps looking at you.”
“It’s like he’s trying to catch your eye, but he’s tryin’ to be sly about it.”
“Yeah, he’s tryin alright! Hard. Look at him. All cute…”
“I don’t even know what…” Sarah takes another sip, trying to look chill, “…or who—“
“The Piano Player!” they all whisperyell at the same time, wide eyes all pinning her in place so she can’t move.
“Don’t play dumb, Sarah. It’s unbecoming—“ Aisha says before she tilts her head back and tosses some popcorn into her mouth.
“Unbecoming??? You sound like my 80 year old TiTi Lee, ma’am!”
“Just go on up there and sing, Sarah!” Charlie says, crossing her arms and glaring.
Dee chimes in, crossing her arms and joining in with the glaring. “And give him your phone number—“
“And your panti—“
“Hush, Tasha!!” Dee giggles, looking around. “Act like you have some sense and Home Training up in here. Besides, Sarah’s not brazen…” she finishes her drink and flags down the server, “…like you—“
“Brazen?!” Tasha says, deadpan, looking over her glasses at Dee. “Heifer, please! Miss Gives The Limo Driver Her Business Card!!” They all burst out laughing and Sarah does as well.
(There she is.)
He doesn’t hear the exchange between the women over at the table, but seeing her smile makes him smile to himself as he continues to play the previous request.
“Sarah, sing something, please. Before these two embarrass us all,” Aymie pleads while laughing at her friend’s antics.
“Come on!”
“Pleeeeease?”
‘You know you want to! It’s your turn!”
“Alright!” She stands, waves her hand and points at the entire table, calling over to Sam, “And I’m telling Sam you’re all cut off!”
“Like hell!” Tasha cackles. “Sam!? Another round….on Sarah’s tab!!”
“Amen!” / “Yes ma’am!” / ‘That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!” the women clap at Sarah.
“Now get on over there and chirp, girl!”
She takes her cocktail, gulps the rest of it, and makes her way over to the piano…
To be continued…
(Addendum: Read the whole story HERE.)
(Hey, @idontgettechnology! Thanks again.)
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“We encourage the community to use the point in time count data to answer information related to our unhoused neighbors,” said Eliza Wilson, chair of the Homeless Leadership Coalition. “While the PIT (point in time) count is not perfect, it is impartial and the best source of data on people living unhoused in Central Oregon.”
Wilson said she and the coalition are aware of Dahlgren but have never worked with or met him.
Rick Russell, a Redmond pastor who frequently opens a temporary homeless shelter in his church, said Dahlgren’s report was “riddled with inaccuracies.”
He said Dahlgren refers to the Lighthouse Navigation Center in his report as separate from Shepherd’s House Ministries when, in fact, Shepherd’s House operates the center.
“The report is full of assumptions, omissions and anecdotes,” Russell wrote in an email. “For the price of a cup of coffee, any service provider could have shared more reliable information on homelessness in Deschutes County.”
County Commissioner Phil Chang, who didn’t know about Dahlgren’s contract until weeks after it was signed, called the report problematic.
“In terms of procurement for needed services with an intended purpose, this is an incredibly shoddy public procurement,” Chang said.
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Lighthouses on the Olympic Peninsula, Washington. Cape Flattery, Dungeness Spit, Point Wilson & Destruction Island. 25-29 March 2022.
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LOTD: Los Angeles Harbor
(from: http://www.ibiblio.org/lighthouse/ca2.htm)
Los Angeles Harbor (San Pedro Harbor; Angel's Gate)
1913. Active; focal plane 73 ft (22 m); green flash every 15 s. 69 ft (21 m) cylindrical steel and concrete tower rising from an octagonal concrete base, all on a concrete crib; DCB-24 aerobeacon. Lighthouse painted white with narrow vertical black stripes, lantern and gallery black; concrete base is white. Continuously operating fog horn (2 blasts every 30 s). The original 4th order clamshell Fresnel lens is on display at the Los Angeles Maritime Museum in San Pedro. Trabas has Jim Smith's closeup photo, David Beebe has a 2022 photo, a 2010 photo is available, Shawn Wilson has a 2007 photo, English has a photo, the Coast Guard has a historic photo, Marinas.com has aerial photos, Huelse has a historic postcard view, and Google has a satellite view. This is the only surviving lighthouse of its type. In 2008 members of the Cabrillo Beach Boosters launched an effort to secure grant funds to restore the lighthouse. In May 2010 they hit the jackpot: the Los Angeles Harbor Commission allocated $1.8 million for the restoration. The restoration project began in October 2011 and was completed in May 2012 (the photo at right shows the results). The Boosters hoped to open the lighthouse for tours in 2019 but this has not occurred. Located at the end of the San Pedro Harbor breakwater about 1/2 mile (800 m) east of Point Fermin. Accessible only by boat. Ferries to Santa Catalina pass the lighthouse while departing San Pedro. Site and tower closed. Owner/site manager: U.S. Coast Guard. . ARLHS USA-014; Admiralty G3799; USCG 6-0135 (also 6-3110).
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(full photo found here; U.S. Army Corps of Engineers on Flickr)
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WTNV quick rundown - 56 - Homecoming
I've decided that when it gets to around the time that the novel was released (soon!), I'm going to do a post purely about the 'main plot points/reveals' and then a secondary one of just 'cool facts I learn skimming it again'. This is for my own sanity trust me. This episode features Will Wheaton as Earl Harlan. It is autumn, and nature is vanishing. It is autumn, and nature is beautiful. Welcome to Night Vale.
In NV, the homecoming game is a literal homecoming, as in, dead citizens come home briefly for the half-time whilst the marching bands go spear hunting for dinner. Cecil is hoping to talk to his mother, especially since finding the cassettes he didn't understand and also he has become hermit-like (his words) now that Carlos isn't around and needs to get out.
His plan is jeopardised by accusations that one of the players, Malik Herrera, isn't actually real (which goes against rule 12, article 6).
Unfortunately, since his reality can't be proved until after the game would be scheduled, the whole game is forfeited and thus Cecil does not get to see his mother. To make things worse, a terrible storm rains down for five whole days, which would have resulted in a postponement of the game even if Malik was real. He's determined to be tangible, but not real post-storm. Even so, Coach Nazr al-Mujaheed and many other citizens, including Cecil, support his rights to play even if he's not real and get together after the storm to talk and stand up for him.
Malik says he doesn't even like football, but can't pursue his artist career unless the town collectively imagines it for him.
Weather: "Understood" by Y.R Generation yrgeneration.bandcamp.com
Earl Harlan has come onto the show to teach us how to make tiramisu. In NV fashion, it's a very strange version for example: eggs have teeth, organs and 'debris' in them, mascarpone is a kind of fish and nutmeg are a kind of creature which needs to be killed, cleaned and have a thick vein running up it's spine removed before it's safe to use though 'deveined' versions are available to buy. Tiramisu is also apparently quite poisonous.
Earl also reveals that he was literally 19 for many years, maybe even centuries and that he can't remember what year he graduated. Cecil also can't remember the year they graduated (which they did together, having been very close friends) even though he remembers that they stayed up late drinking a case of warm orangemilk and telling dirty jokes about the moon until the sunrise scared them off.
Earl says he all of a sudden stopped being 19 and was instead an adult with a kid, a house and a job. Cecil doesn't seem to understand, or want to understand, what Earl is actually saying.
There is a Night Vale Seismological Society, who schedule/carry out municipally-planned earthquakes. They don't really know what you're supposed to do to to keep safe during an earthquake and don't even know what's going to happen on Saturday, just that it'll be cool.
Staples encourages you to worship old gods.
The Red Mesa football team is called the Red Mesa Ant Carpenters.
There is a citizen called Inez Cordova whose son has started to walk. Teddy Williams finally rolled a 450 bowling. There are citizens called Wilson Levy and Amber Akinyi who tell Cecil a whispered story about their vacation to Luftnarp. Cecil talks to Diane Crayton about Carlos and is introduced to her son Josh (a shapeshifter) , who is first in the form of a monarch butterfly but later is a motorbike.
Nazr al-Mujaheed wears a goat-horned headpiece and comically large sunglasses. He also has tattoos of cat eyes on his eyelids.
I fell asleep easily that night. I dreamed of sun, of being with Carlos again, of a lighthouse that was not a lighthouse, of a world that is not anything at all. Perhaps a dream of things yet to come. Stay tuned next for a radio program that only dogs can hear. And as always, good night, Night Vale. Good night.
Proverb: I’ve got more rhymes than the Bible’s got Psalms. (One hundred fifty one. I’ve got one hundred fifty one rhymes.)
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The Life Aquatic
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This is Wes Anderson's most controversial film and his worst received when it comes to critics and audiences... and I do understand why. To start off the protagonist is played by Bill Murray, I have nothing against Bill Murray as a real life person but I haven't been impressed by one of his performances since Ghostbusters or Groundhog Day in the 80s and early 90s. Most of his performances especially in the 2000s feel very similar and his delivery is very repetitive, giving off the energy that he is bored and uninterested in the projects he's involved in. I felt this issue throughout this film as he was quite unengaging to watch and didn't have the charisma of an Owen Wilson. I also have problems with the main character overall, I don't believe he was given enough personal comeuppance after being such an arrogant and unlikable protagonist throughout, having scenes of unnecessary slurs against gay people was also quite uncomfortable and can't be excused by the time it was made as this is relatively new. The main character has his moments of realising he is in the wrong then gets Owen Wilson killed after which made it feel like his arc stagnated as after having a resolution the death happened, felt out of order.
Similar to Darjeeling limited this film is obviously the in-between period of Wes truly realising his style because this film for most of the runtime doesn't feel very Wes Anderson. The least Wes part and honestly weakest portion of this film is the pirate subplot and the action scenes. To start with this subplot didn't really link to the rest of the narrative and felt quite redundant as well as halting the pace, this is Wes' longest film and it definitely felt it. I really disliked the shootouts, the first one was incredibly unrealistic and stupid as Bill Murray takes on a whole band of pirates with machine guns and wins, I thought it was a dream sequence at first due to the distorted sound and overly unbelievable nature of the scene, pushing my suspension of disbelief to the limit. It was the exact same with the second shootout, even having Jeff Goldblum get shot point blank and not only survive but get up and run away.
A few random observations I had watching this were for one, Wes seems to mainly just write characters and especially protagonists that are rich and successful, they usually have a similar arc of accepting themselves or changing from being arrogant and letting go of their riches, finding what is truly important. Life Aquatic, Darjeeling, Royal Tenenbaums and arguably Fantastic Mr Fox could all fit into this. Also I do believe Wes' inner circle of actors limits his films uniqueness as no one brings there best performances, even an actor like Willam Defoe who can be excellent in films like the lighthouse seems one note in this.
One thing I really enjoyed and wanted more of was the underwater sequences, they were refreshing and colourful and the stop motion was beautiful. I wasn't a fan of the CGI pink fish but they were used sparingly. I also loved the framing of the story as a documentary and the opening and ending scene being premier. And obviously the best part of this movie was the set design of the ship itself, just so fun and creative. Overall this is probably Wes Anderson's weakest but still some entertaining and creative elements.
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