So not only is the wizarding economy almost completely decoupled from the Muggle economy, no one here has ever heard of arbitrage. The larger Muggle economy had a fluctuating trading range of gold to silver, so every time the Muggle gold-to-silver ratio got more than 5% away from the weight of seventeen Sickles to one Galleon, either gold or silver should have drained from the wizarding economy until it became impossible to maintain the exchange rate. Bring in a ton of silver, change to Sickles (and pay 5%), change the Sickles for Galleons, take the gold to the Muggle world, exchange it for more silver than you started with, and repeat.

Wasn’t the Muggle gold to silver ratio somewhere around fifty to one? Harry didn’t think it was seventeen, anyway. And it looked like the silver coins were actually smaller than the gold coins.

Then again, Harry was standing in a bank that literally stored your money in vaults full of gold coins guarded by dragons, where you had to go in and take coins out of your vault whenever you wanted to spend money. The finer points of arbitraging away market inefficiencies might well be lost on them. He’d been tempted to make snide remarks about the crudity of their financial system…

But the sad thing is, their way is probably better.

On the other hand, one competent hedge fundie could probably own the whole wizarding world within a week. Harry filed away this notion in case he ever ran out of money, or had a week free.


This Alternative Universe Harry Potter fanfic, gets so many things right and its so hilarious.

Read: Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality


Mandolino, ca. 1710–20
Attributed to Giovanni Smorsone (Italian, active 1702–38)
Ebony, ivory, rosewood, mother-of-pearl

Metropolitan Museum:

This type of Italian mandolino, usually called a mandolino del vecchio tipo (mandolin of the old type), was common from the sixteenth to the middle of the eighteenth century, when the larger Milanese, Genovese, and Neapolitan mandolins began to be used. The type is characterized by its small size, sickle-shaped peg box, and four to six double-course strings of gut, which are plucked without a plectrum.

Sometime during the eighteenth century, the number of double-course strings in this mandolino was extended from five to six, which made it necessary to widen the neck on the bass side by about 3/16 inch. The rich decoration attests to the high quality of the instrument. The rose displaying the Habsburg double eagle suggests that a member of the Austrian imperial family commissioned this mandolino, but no hard evidence can be found to support the suggestion.

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

September 20, 2014 was a big day for me because it was my family reunion but earlier that day was the 1st annual sickle cell run/walk for sickle cell awareness and I had walk with my sisters & brother & friends to help the cause of finding a cure for sickle cell disease because I deal with this disease everyday and I wanted to do something to help & I wasn’t sure if I could do it but having Chris music blasting through my earphones & thinking that how this could help people like me kept me focus until I made it back to the finish line, I was so proud of myself & so happy that I did this for not me only but for kids, teens, young adult like me & for everyone who deal with this & hope that someday all disease will be rid of for good & we all can live our lives without pain & suffer.

Love your ladies & this wonderful blog & keep doing what y’all do because y’all do a great job! #XTheAlbum #chrianna

They were relatively young people of African descent, worn down by years of hard labor.

Six of them had arthritis. One man walked with a limp, and a woman endured fractured vertebrae in her lower spine. A young, probably heavyset man had a damaged hip — and maybe sickle cell anemia, too.

They were almost certainly slaves on the old Grassmere farm, a large tract of land in South Nashville that’s now used for a different purpose: the home of the Nashville Zoo.

Remains that were dug up at the zoo to make way for a bigger, $6.8 million “entry village” appear to have belonged to African-Americans buried in a slave cemetery at Grassmere, DNA and skeletal evidence has revealed.

Shannon Hodge, an archaeologist at Middle Tennessee State University, and her students looked at the remains of nine people in May. Evidence showed all nine were under the age of 50 when they died, and seven “had traits of the skull that suggest African ancestry,” Hodge wrote in a blog post for the Tennessee Council for Professional Archaeology’s website.

Archaeologist Larry McKee of TRC Companies Inc., which excavated the graves last winter and found full, well-preserved skeletons and numerous buttons, beads and other artifacts, had already determined that the people in them were buried between the 1820s and 1850 before Hodge went to work. That finding, combined with the skeletal and DNA evidence, shows that the once-forgotten cemetery near the zoo’s ticket booths “almost certainly represents a community of enslaved African-Americans in the last decades of American slavery,” Hodge wrote.

Before the digging started in late February, McKee said his instincts told him the people in the graves were tenant farmers buried sometime after the Civil War, though he wasn’t sure exactly why.

The science told a different story.

“It really changed my thinking on the history,” McKee said Thursday. “I’m thoroughly certain that what we’ve got now is part of the enslaved community using that as a burial ground.”

Tori Mason, the zoo’s historic site manager, said the discovery “gives us another piece of our puzzle” to help explain the history of Grassmere.

In June, McKee’s team reburied all of the recovered remains not far from the family cemetery near Croft House, the approximately 200-year-old home west of the zoo’s carousel. Mason said the zoo hopes to host a dedication ceremony this fall.


I’m finally getting things arranged how I want them around this place.

On the left: my Kansas table. A jayhawk paperweight that my parents have had since before I was born, a small framed KS needlepoint my dad gave me, and a painting of a commie Kansas(hammer and sickle accidentally covered) from readysetnooo.

On the right: a music box from my mother that plays one of the many song she used to sing me to sleep(You Are So Beautiful), a picture of my grandma S, and a pair of old school binoculars that I inherited from my grandpa S.

End tables are the best when they’re covered in stuff that you want to show off because it’s meaningful. And hey, there’s still enough room to set your beer down. That’s always important, right?

A middle-school student was walking home from school when heard the voice of a woman wearing a long coat. 
"Hey, am I pretty?"
Although the woman was wearing a mask, she seemed to look very nice, so the student replied,
"Yes, miss. You’re beautiful."
At that, the woman ripped off her mask and cried, "What about now?!"
The woman’s mouth was slit from cheek to cheek. From inside her coat she pulled a sickle and rushed towards the student.
Terrified, the student tried to run, but the woman caught up to him in the blink of an eye. She pinned the terrified student’s arms behind his back, placed the sickle in his mouth, and slashed him open from ear to ear. 



Early Medieval pattern-welded Sickle

The sickle was based on an antler sickle case found in Stargard Szczecinski, West Pomerania (Poland). The original was richly decorated with geometrical motives, popular at that time. Thorkil’s version is a very faithful reconstruction of it, with all circles, dots, triangles and lines made on natural deer antler.

The decoration was hand engraved, then coloured with natural dark dye for a contrast and stronger effect. The sickle blade’s is pattern-welded (damascus) steel. It was hand forged (in charcoal fire) of 20 twisted layers. The cutting edge was forge-welded to pattern-welded part. 

Source: Copyright © 2014 Thorkil