Mathematical mystery of ancient Babylonian clay tablet solved
UNSW Sydney scientists have discovered the purpose of a famous 3700-year old Babylonian clay tablet, revealing it is the world’s oldest and most accurate trigonometric table, possibly used by ancient mathematical scribes to calculate how to construct palaces and temples and build canals.
The new research shows the Babylonians, not the Greeks, were the first to study trigonometry – the study of triangles – and reveals an ancient mathematical sophistication that had been hidden until now.
Known as Plimpton 322, the small tablet was discovered in the early 1900s in what is now southern Iraq by archaeologist, academic, diplomat and antiquities dealer Edgar Banks, the person on whom the fictional character Indiana Jones was based.
:0 can you do a tutorial for this edit? Mostly the word search part! Also thanks so much for making such awesome stuff Ily and ur edits /post/129348976012/ikon
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The ruins of the Temple of Delphi visible today date from the 4th century BC, and are of a peripteral Doric building. It was erected on the remains of an earlier temple, dated to the 6th century BC which itself was erected on the site of a 7th-century BC construction attributed to the architects Trophonios and Agamedes.
The 6th-century BC temple was named the “Temple of Alcmonidae” in tribute to the Athenian family who funded its reconstruction following a fire, which had destroyed the original structure. The new building was a Doric hexastyle temple of 6 by 15 columns. This temple was destroyed in 375 BC by an earthquake. The pediment sculptures are a tribute to Praxias and Androsthenes of Athens. Of a similar proportion to the second temple it retained the 6 by 15 column pattern around the stylobate. Inside was the adyton, the centre of the Delphic oracle and seat of Pythia. The temple had the statement “Know thyself”, one of the Delphic maxims, carved into it (and some modern Greek writers say the rest were carved into it), and the maxims were attributed to Apollo and given through the oracle and/or the Seven Sages of Greece (“know thyself” perhaps also being attributed to other famous philosophers). The temple survived until AD 390, when the Roman emperor Theodosius I silenced the oracle by destroying the temple and most of the statues and works of art in the name of Christianity. The site was completely destroyed by zealous Christians in an attempt to remove all traces of Paganism
- Go through a chatroom and make a note of what CGs are posted
- Left column is the album the photo is found in and the number of the CG
(So, for example, the “CATNIP” CG would be labelled as “Common, #6″)
- Right column is the title of the chatroom you got the CG from, plus any additional requirements (e.g. you must answer a certain way in the chat, or you must participate/not participate in the chat)
That’s all! Message me if you have any questions, or comment on this post. I’d really appreciate it if you could reblog this for visibility! If everyone who sees this does just one day or even just one chatroom, we’ll have all the CGs documented in no time ^^ Thank you for all your help!
In relation to my Cato posts last night - I looked at the 1820 census for more information on Hercules Mulligan and slavery.
The first picture shows what the marks on the census are indicating, and you can see:
There is a mark 6 columns along - this shows there is a free white male over the age of 45 living in the household (This is Hercules)
There is a mark 11 columns along - this shows there is a free white female over the age of 45 living in the household (This is Elizabeth, Hercules’ wife)
There is a mark 23 columns along - this shows there is a female slave over the age of 45 living in the household.
As the 1790 census, which also showed Mulligan owning a slave, didn’t specify the gender of the slave there are two options: Either Mulligan owned two slaves during the revolutionary war and only freed Cato, or Cato died sometime between 1790 and 1820, and Mulligan acquired a new slave.
In my opinion I think it’s the latter - of yet, I’ve seen nothing about Mulligan owning more than one slave during the American Revolution, and it seems far more likely Cato died within those 30 years. Of course, this is from what I’ve seen so far and I definitely wouldn’t rule out Mulligan owning more than one slave - I’ll keep looking.
Doric peripteral temple, 6 x 11 columns, with cella opening east onto a pronaos distyle in antis. It had a distyle in antis opisthodomos on the west. A colonnade of unknown order along the north and south cella walls.
Dedicated to the Mother of the Gods, sometimes called Cybele. The cult of the Mother of the Gods was displaced in Roman times by that of Augustus and Rome.
Inscription No. 116 from the tomb of PetOsiris West Side of Pillar A in Chapel. 6 columns // English text from: Ancient Egyptian Literature, Volume III (Miriam Lichtsheim), pp. 44-52; Hieroglyphics from: G. Lefebvre, Le tombeau de Petosiris, 3 vols. (Cairo, 1923 — 1924).
An offering that the King gives to Osiris-Khentamenti, the great god,
lord of Abydos, that he may give an offering of a thousand of bread and
beer, oxen and fowl, alabaster and clothing, ointment and incense, a
thousand of everything good and pure to the ka of the owner of this
tomb, the Great one of the Five, the master of the (holy) seats, the second
prophet of Khnum-Re, lord of Herwer, and of Hathor, lady of Nefrusi;
the phylarch of the second phylae of the temple of Herwer and that of
Nefrusi, Sishu, justified; he says:
O you who are alive on earth, And you who shall be born, Who shall come to this desert, Who shall see this tomb and pass by it: Come, let me lead you to the way of life, That you may sail with good wind, without getting stranded, That you may reach the abode of generations. Without coming to grief. I am a worthy deceased without fault. If you hear (my) words, it you cleave to them, You will find their worth. Serving god is the good way. Blessed is he whose heart leads him to it! I speak to you of what happened to me, I let you perceive the plan of god. I let you discern knowledge of his might! I have come here to the city of eternity, Having done the good upon earth, Having filled my heart with god’s way, From my youth until this day! I lay down with his might in my heart. I rose up doing his has wish; I did justice, abhorred falsehood, Knowing he lives by it (justice), is contented by it. I was pure as his ka desires, I joined not with him who ignores god’s might. Relying on him who was loyal to him, I seized no goods from any man. I did no wrong to anyone. All citizens praised god for me. I did this remembering I would reach god after death, Knowing the day of the lords of justice, When they separate in judgment! One praises god for him who loves god. He will reach his tomb without grief.
Речь Сишу, отца Петосириса Надпись 116 Западная сторона колонны А в часовне, 6 колонок
Приносится царская жертва для Осириса, Первого-из-Западных (Хенти-Аменти), владыки Абидоса, да даст он приношение тысячи хлебов и кувшинов пива, быков и птиц, алебастра и одеяний, умащений и благовоний, тысячу всяких вещей хороших и чистых для Ка владельца этой гробницы, величайшего из Пяти, владыки священных престолов, второго пророка Хнума-Ра, владыки Херуэр, и Хатхор, владычицы Нефруси; предводителя второй череды (филы) в храме Херуэр и в храме Нефруси, Сишу, правогласного; говорит он:
О вы, живущие на земле, И те, кому предстоит родиться, Те, кто придет в эту пустыню, Кто увидит эту гробницу и будет проходить мимо нее! Придите, позвольте мне наставить вас на путь жизни, Так что вы будете плыть с попутным ветром, не встречая препятствий, Так что вы достигните обиталища поколений Без того, чтобы пребывать в скорби! Я — почивший, достойный, свободный от вины, Если вы услышите слова мои, Если вы (будете поступать по слову моему), Вы найдете ценность в них. Служение богу — благой путь, Благословен тот, чье сердце приводит его к этому пути! Я поведаю вам о том, что было со мной, Я дам вам осознать план бога, Я дам вам постигнуть знание могущества его! Я прибыл сюда, в город вечности, Я творил добрые дела на земле, Наполнив сердце мое (5) путем бога От юности моей и до сего дня! Я поместил могущество его в своем сердце, Я вырос, исполняя желания Ка его; Я творил справедливость и отвращался лжи, Зная, что живущий в правде удовлетворится ею. Я был чист, согласно желанию его Ка, Я не вступал в общение с теми, кто не уважал могущество бога, И уповал на тех, кто был предан ему. Я не похитил имущества ни у единого человека, Я ни с кем не поступил неправедно. Все горожане восхваляли бога за меня. Я поступал так, помня о том, что я достигну бога после смерти, Памятуя о дне владык справедливости, Когда они совершают правосудие! Восхваляют бога ради того, кто любит бога, И он достигнет места погребения без печали.
Prompt: Newt shows the reader, to whom he is engaged, his scars from past creatures.
Word Count: 964
Warnings: Angst, implied smut
AUTHORS NOTE: HEY MY LOVELY WIZARDS!! APOLOGIES IF THE FORMAT HERE IS WEIRD I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE WHILE BABYSITTING MY DRUNK UNCLE. HEHE. IF YOU LIKE THIS, THERES MORE COMING. LOVE YOU GUY ~ MAC
“Newt? Love?” You stepped down the halls towards your shared bedroom with your fiancé, a scandalous thing for this time, but as you lived alone with him, commonly separated from other people, you two didn’t care. “Where are you, Newt? I’m sorry, I just get so worried! Every time you get out there I always wonder. Will you return? Will this time the dangerous animal be to dangerous?” You get to the bedroom and turned around to see a looming figure sitting on the bed, his red hair falling into his face. “Newt,” you whisper inquisitively.
“That’s exactly what you don’t understand.“ He whispered back looking up now. You see his angular face is streaked with tears. He’s sitting there wrapped in a shimmering golden robe with a black trim and a small Hufflepuff insignia on the inside with his hands folded in his lap.
“Do you see my scars?” You gasped as he rose to his feet letting the golden robe fall to the floor. The tall man was substantially more muscular than you expected. Astoundingly so. He had a distinct v down his hips, tucking into his trousers defining the groin. His abdominal muscles were columned into 6 distinct lumps of firm muscles, ridges and valleys you felt a embarrassing urge to run you fingers down. His pectorals where large firm planes, as well, leading off to large defined arms and biceps. But despite his shocking physique, it was the plentiful array of silver scars that were scattered across his abdomen that caught your eye first. “It’s time you understand.” He whispered horsely, stepping closer with each word, desperately working to close the gap between you. “I need you to understand!” His voice was quiet but pleading. “These creatures, yes, they are dangerous. But not how you think. These creatures are only dangerous because someone, somewhere once treated them as if they were and soon that’s all they were was dangerous.” The space was closed between you now, his breath pressed against you neck, your hands against his chest. Slowly he began to pull you back with him to the bed.
“Because of that, no one sees how extraordinary they are! If we knew more about these creatures, they could help in unfathomable ways!” Newt slowly sat down at the edge of the bed, pulling you atop his lap, smirking slightly when he heard your quick little startled shriek. Your lady trousers spreading wise over his, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Your foreheads pressed together, and you let you breathing sync, his warm on your cheek. Looking down, you let your fingers stretch out, brushing softly down his bare torso. Some scars where think silver lines, whereas others where large circles or unsymmetrical gashes. Their was one particular mark that stuck out to you, above all others. It was a long gash from right beneath his left nipple, stretching its end all the way down beneath the top of his trousers. You gently caressed the soft, delicate skin of the silver scar, tracing it down all the way to the top of his trousers were you looked into his eyes, asking for permission to dip any further. Instead, he knitted his fingers with your own and looked into you eyes.
“But don’t think, for a single second that I blame anyone but myself for my scars, nor do I regret a single one. They are my fault, but also a reminder. My kindness and hope always come at a cost, and in the end, they are still wild animals. They’re just scared.” When Newt spoke, he had suck an intense passion in his eyes, that made you knew, there was nothing he loved more than his work and the creatures within it, and you loved that.
“I wish there was something I could say, Newt. All that I’m thinking is how much you love those creatures. More than me, but I love that about you.” You blurted.
“Strange.” Newt smiled now, the right side of his mouth quirking up. “Most the time people run faster than an Erumpent in mating season when they discover that.” He laughed in his signature awkward Newt fashion. You couldn’t but help but laugh, to. “But, the thing is, you don’t know just how much I do, in fact, love you.” You bent into his ear, feeling the brush of his hair against your temple.
“Well then, Mr. Scamander, how about you show me?” Newt didn’t need another word. The second you leaned back up to face him, he pulled you down with him flat on the bed and gripped you tight as your lips collided with a passion, that just like the passion for work, couldn’t be falsified. All you could feel was his heart beating in sync with your own as you explored each other in the most thorough way possible, feeling every inch of him, within yourself.
As clothes fell to the floor, they certainly didn’t stay there. Unseen by the busy lovers, a particular little well beloved Niffler snuck through the open door and began to rifle through the piles of clothing searching for a shiny broach, or maybe a tucked away dish of some sort beneath the bed. The little guy dug and dug until beneath all the trousers and sweaters and button ups, layers upon layers, he found the edge of a shimmery golden cloth. Greedily, he pulled and pulled at it up he found the silky, shiny, shimmering threads right in front of him. Dropping the shiny blue Ravenclaw broach he pulled off your sweater into his pouch, he quietly scurried to the robe and hurried himself inside it, letting it slowly slide behind him as he crawled out of the room, draped in the beautiful garment.