unseen histories



I got my first A* in a philosophy paper and I’ve actually never been so happy. I would be celebrating if I didn’t have the thought of an untimed, unseen history essay Monday.

anonymous asked:

Is the Silvia plot going to happen??

Um, not really. I changed the plans because I found a better storyline for her and Rocio’s had enough trouble haha especially now with twins on the way! There was no way I could fit in a love triangle but there will be a brief mention of some “unseen history” between the two this week. Sorry I couldn’t go through with the original plan, I just have a lot going on to fit in more drama in my story :( 

Today, for the very first time in football history, a player was sent off during a match because of the use of video replays.

During the KNVB Beker (Dutch Cup) match between Ajax Amsterdam and Willem II, Willem II midfielder Kali tackled Ajax midfielder Schöne, hitting his ankle. The ref gave him a yellow card, but after the Video Assistant Referee saw the footage, he notified the on-field ref to change it to a red card.  

The unseen Charles Dickens: read the excoriating essay on Victorian poverty that no-one knew he had written

As The Independent revealed on Monday, a bound collection of the 19th century magazine ‘All the Year Round’, annotated by its editor Charles Dickens, has yielded the names of the articles’ anonymous authors; among them Lewis Carroll, Elizabeth Gaskell and Dickens himself.

One of the most spectacular essays – an attack on a complacent establishment that could tolerate the appalling state of poor relief – had previously been attributed to one Joseph Parkinson, and presumed to be only a commission from the great man of letters. But from the newly studied margin notes, it now seems that Dickens not only supplied the idea but was chief author of the polemic. Below, we publish the piece - originally entitled ‘What Is Sensational?’ – which remains a great example of passionate reporting; still relevant, still an inspiration to anyone who sees their role as giving a voice to those who cannot be heard.

The essay came after a number of scandals involving conditions in the workhouses hit the headlines during the 1860s. It uses a series of rhetorical questions to highlight the abuse of the poor and the failures of those found wanting in their duty of care. The title plays on the then current vogue for ‘sensational’ literature, most notably exemplified by Mrs Braddon and Wilkie Collins. For Dickens it is not fiction that is sensational but the appalling facts about how the poor were neglected and mistreated.

In his opening argument Dickens addresses Gathorne Hardy, then President of the Poor Law Board, who argued that the press has sensationalised the deaths of two paupers - Timothy Daly and Richard Gibson – “murdered” by the gross neglect they suffered in workhouse hospitals in 1864 and 1865. The incidents caused a national outcry, and led to a campaign by Florence Nightingale for a major upheaval of the workhouse nursing system.

Parliament in session, with Disraeli standing

By 1867, Gathorne Hardy would be drafting a new poor law bill to remedy the situation in London’s workhouses, leading to the creation of separate hospitals and a fund to finance the costs of all drugs, medical appliances and the salaries of all poor relief officers.

What Is Sensational?

by Charles Dickens

The Right Honourable Mr Gathorne Hardy, the President of the Poor Law Board, has a grievance. The newspapers have, he says, written “sensationally” upon workhouse mismanagement, and an interest “wholly disproportionate to the circumstances” has been roused in the public mind. Further, lest any public writer should misunderstand his meaning, he is kind enough to particularise the cases to which sensation writing has been applied.

These were the condition of the Strand Union workhouse, and the deaths of the paupers Daly and Gibson. It is a noble and instructive sight to look down upon from our snug perch in the House of Commons while this genial remark is made. Opposition and government benches both full; legislators smugly quiet, attentive, and approving; while our orator, who is tediously fluent, well dressed, and self-complacent, pours forth his shameless aspersions against those who have borne disinterested testimony to the truth. Paid by the public to protect the Poor, the official representative of a costly system under which paupers starve and die can find nothing more germane to the subject of poor law reform than abuse of those who have performed the real work of his department, and but for whom, it and its salaried servants, parasites, and admirers would have continued with folded hands and brazen front to murmur, “All is well.” During the celebrated Chelsea inquiry into Crimean mismanagement, a true humorist and draughtsman, now no more, gave us a sketch of “The witness who ought to have been examined”, in the shape of the skeleton of one of the hundreds of horses dead of starvation.

But that the heartless perversity which can sneer at human suffering as sensational would not be convinced though one rose from the dead, we might well wish that the two murdered paupers, Daly and Gibson, could be brought from their graves to bear testimony against their accuser and his accomplices. Mr Hardy proclaims himself an accessory after the fact by his audacious attack on witnesses not to be suborned, and he is himself criminal in his miserable palliation of crime. “Wholly disproportionate to the circumstances,” smiles this Christian statesman, with a propitiatory wave of the hand; while well clad, well fed, clean, comfortable, prosperous legislators smile back assent, and no man says them nay.

Yet professional philanthropists, platform orators, great religious lights, men well known at Exeter Hall, and without whose names no charitable subscription-list is complete, can be seen from our point of observation here, placidly beating time to Mr Hardy’s verbose cadences, and murmuring to each other afterwards that his performance has been very creditable indeed.

Read on at:- http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/features/the-unseen-charles-dickens-read-the-excoriating-essay-on-victorian-poverty-that-noone-knew-he-had-written-10386310.html


“New Alliance for Progress Bossa Nova” by Sing Along With JFK
Never forget.
A legacy worth treasuring.

Several sources recount that, when awarding Thorpe his prize, King Gustav said, “You, sir, are the greatest athlete in the world,” to which Thorpe replied, “Thanks, King.”

Never forget the strange story of Jim Thorpe, Olympian pentathlete and decathlete, pro basketball, baseball and football player. Dwight Eisenhower, who played college football against him, later recalled: “My memory goes back to Jim Thorpe. He never practiced in his life, and he could do anything better than any other football player I ever saw.”

In the game against Ike, Thorpe ran a 92-yard touchdown, had it nullified by a teammate’s foul, then ran a 97-yard touchdown to make up for it.

He had his medals removed by the IOC because he’d played two seasons of semi-pro baseball before competing in the Olympics.They were later reinstated.

“Better Days,” by Natalia Gutierrez Y Angelo, a top-40 song from Colombia, most notable for transmitting a Morse-code message to military hostages held by FARC.

That synth part just after the first chorus at about 2:40… that’s the message, telling captives to be ready for rescue.

It was something peasant revolutionaries wouldn’t register, but soldiers who’d been through basic training would.

More at The Verge.

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Before 1914, the world belonged to everybody. Everyone went where they wanted to and stayed as long as they pleased. There were no visa, and I am still amazed by the awe of young people, when I tell them that before 1914, I travelled from India to America without owning or ever having seen a passport. (…)

Everywhere countries defended themselves against the foreigner. All the degradations which once were created for dealing with criminals, were now used for normal travellers before and during their trip. You had to let yourself be photographed, from the right and from the left, in profile and en face, the hair cut so short so that your face could be seen; you had to give fingerprints, first only the thumb, then all ten fingers; you had to present credentials, references, helth certificates, invitations and the addresses of your relatives; you had to bring moral and financial guarantees; you had to fill in forms and sign them in three or four copies; and if only one sheet of all this paperwork was missing you were lost. (…)

If I count how much time I spent filling in forms, the hours spent waiting in administration offices and being searched and questioned, then only I feel how much human dignity has been lost in this century, which as young people we dreamed of as one of freedom and world citizenship.

—  Stefan Zwieg, The World of Yesterday, 1941.

Minecraft-the-game, maintained in Sweden by Persson’s small studio, is just the seed, or maybe the soil. The true Minecraft (no italics, for we are speaking of something larger now) is the game plus the sprawling network of tutorials, wikis, galleries, videos—seriously, search for “minecraft” on YouTube and be amazed—mods, forum threads, and more. The true Minecraft is the oral tradition: secrets and rumors shared in chat rooms, across cafeteria tables, between block-faced players inside the game itself.

The true Minecraft is the books.

—  Robin Sloan on the secret of Minecraft, its links to medieval magick and why my 9-year-old’s favorite TV show is now a YouTube channel narrated by what sounds like an absolutely obsessed adolescent gamer who does epic and in-SANE things with square-headed zombies and a horribly animated Godzilla.