Sapiens by Yuval Noah Harari
“It has served us well, this myth of Christ." Attributed to Pope Leo X, a Medici lad, who held the Papacy from 9 March 1513 to his death, in December 1521.
“It has served us well, this myth of Christ." Attributed to Pope Leo X, a Medici lad, who held the Papacy from 9 March 1513 to his death, in December 1521.
Today, Good Friday, Christians commemorate the death of Christ by crucifixion, a Roman method of execution, a deicide necessary to facilitate Christ rising from the dead on Easter Sunday.
"Lachrimae" by John Dowland
Christopher Morrongiello performs "Lachrimae" (ca. 1590s) by John Dowland (1563–1626), on a late 16th century lute, made in Padua, Italy, of yew, spruce, ebony and maple. It was recorded on the 15th April, 2015.
It was filmed in the Chapel at Le Château de la Bastie d'Urfé.
One of the commentators remarked: "As a professional cabinetmaker I can tell you that there's a decade's work in the panelling in that room".
27 comments:
That lute is a fancy bit of kit too.
Excellent taste, mr mongoose; the lute is attributed to Wendelin Tieffenbrucker (German, active 1570–1610)and is held in the collection of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, on loan for this little excursion into the world of Dowland.
My mate's ex had a homemade harpsichord, mrs i. She got it on ebay, if I recall correctly. It was the worst bit of craftsmanship I have ever seen. If I had built it, I would have set fire to it the same day it was finished. It played and she could tune it so that it stayed tuned for an hour or two at time. Mind, that gal could tune a car door if she set her mind to it. She was easily the most able musician I have ever known. But I digress. The harpsicord was made of unveneered plywood and then finished with some shite one might put on a farm gate. If I was going to spend a thousand hours building a harpsichord, I think I would go the extra mile and get some decent materials to start with.
That reminds me of a chap who lives in Stromness, but originated from Brumland. He could talk the talk and told us he had come to Orkney to learn how to make harps at the feet of the last harpmaker. You can imagine how excited we were - me more than mr ishmael - him being a proper musician, not liking the harp, and me being all ancient craftsmanship how wonderful. Of course it was a disappointment when went round to his for a cup of tea and admiration session- the "harp" was a brutal triangle of unveneered plywood, just like the efforts of your mate's ex. Kind of like a flat pack of musical instruments, with chinese illustrations and those dinky little screw grabber things.
actually, i've around a dozen tieffenbruckers in my collection.
oh big deal, knodder: i own nearly thirty of them.
i possess only one of this craftman's exquisite instruments: a chitarrone lute-conversion - produced in padua, 1592 - which i pluck of an evening, lazily and lamentably, in the turret - for my equally beautiful ward, rapunzel.
wassat craptone? thirty tieffenbruckers? is that all, you old poof? ha, i've got so many of the buggers, i wipe my fuckin' arse with 'em.
classic rock-'n-roll story that femmy...
miss yer babes.
yeah, we used ter 'ave a van-load of tieffenbruckers, but not any more...
shit happens
now, interestingly enough, i've...
oh do fuck off davis
To mr various names, grow up or fuck off.
oh dear, he can't even spell craftsman can he, mr mongoose...?
but to be honest, all i'm concerned about is whether the person who poisoned me also poisoned my father - and thus induced him to suffer the huge stroke which made his final fore-shortened years a fucking nightmare. mum and i are quite upset, now we've found a window in our own health-problems to consider this possibility.
you see, a celeb once informed me that "there's been a terrible mistake", and proceeded to mention "murder", however the confessor failed to specify the context of this crime. of course, being mostly neo-imperialist monsters themselves, celebs tend to cover for beasts ad infinitum - especially those that roam the temperate corridors of the bbc after the style of saville.
it's not the only hint i've received, and unfortunately nothing can be proven - nevertheless it would be nice if someone with a conscience stepped forward to tell the police what he or she knows.
this is not an april fool's prank
happy easter
i know: fat fucking chance
maybe the person said: "a terrible mistake has been made".
Careful, mr ultrapox, edging a bit close. Probably best not to post comments when you are all tired out very late at night, especially if drink has been taken.
Just seen this, partly what we come here for. I always loved Mr I's (and others', notably Mr Mongoose's) serious pleasure in craftsmanship, especially in the working and productions of wood. I offer this as someone who cannot knock in a nail.
That last was me, as if it matters. I have thus demonstrated my technical ease.
Thank you for your persistence, mr bungalow bill, in wading through the nonsense above - I was minded to delete the lot, but I forbore, from kindness to our old friend, mr ultrapox, his many alternative personalities and their mad late-night dialogues.
And yes, it does matter - knowing who has posted a comment makes such a difference.
There's a splendid book, by Roland Ennos, called "The Wood Age" - the blurb tells us: "this unique history of humanity tells the story of our evolution, our civilisations and our future through the lens of the material that made us. We are products of the Wood Age." Just the thing for someone who cannot knock in a nail (I'd recommend a screw and a Dewalt cordless screw driver - so much easier on the joints), but admires the craftsman.
ah, them were the days weren't they, roger duckey?
when the you-know-who came ter town, folk would say:
"lock up yer fender stratocasters...
and then lock up yer daughters..."
[unless they woz fucking ugly, of course]
mind you, some of these young lassies today can certainly look after 'emselves - take that hairy frotter author, for example - who's just exploded on x-twitter.
yeah, jk d'arced - or do i mean d'arked? anyway, she's really fucking growling.
scary as hell, 'er: merely hearing the ginger-destroyer makes me dick shrivel, me balls retract, and me voice go inter fucking falsetto.
now, it ain't that i disagree with the lady-of-the-left's views on transport-issues, or anyfink...
i've loaded many a tranny in my time, and believe me, when you get inter the driving-seat, they're total fucking dogs ter handle...
and it ain't that i wouldn't defend, ter the absolute death-mettle, her unamiable right ter be the biggest on-line fucking bitch in the entire fucking universe...
no, not-at-all...
but i do bloody wish she could appreciate that president donald j scrump is actually the son-of-god - descended amongst us ter deliver darkies from the devilcrats.
i mean, what kinda 'white supremacist' rolls up with a platinum-plan to pump 500 billion fucking dollars into black inner-city neighbourhoods, eh?
ok, so compared with the true value of reparations-for-slavery, mr hump's platinum-plan represents little more than a brass fucking token...
nevertheless, afro-americans ain't gonna get no change outta genetically intolerant joe - no, not now, not never.
of course, with respect ter assessing slave-trade reparations owed by america's 'land of the free', you may fairly be wondering what the hypothetical fuck the exact damage is...
well, ter be completely fucking honest, i just dunno...
however let's put it like this: the afro-caribbeans who were forced ter cross the atlantic, and then forced ter work for great britain plc, were also forced - in exchange for their blood, sweat, an' tears - ter buy a significant tranche of company-shares, which - according to extremely conservative, if not downright miserly, estimates - are in terms of today's super-inflated currency, worth somewhere in excess of err...uh...20 trillion nicker.
naturally, it's up ter individual descendants of those enslaved africans ter decide whether they wanna make a claim on such a - neo- - colonially-tainted trust-fund...
an' i s'pose that, on principle, a number of the brothers an' sistas, won't, preferring instead, simply ter settle for civil rights equal ter those respectfully enjoyed by white british citizens - rights for which today's afro-caribbeans, whose ancestors laboured their lives away in unimaginably harsh island penal colonies, should never even 'ave been obliged ter ask...
yet this not properly being my business, it really ain't for me say, one way or t'other, an' i digress...
so yeah, you've gotta watch out for these neo-liberal labour-establishment types: they can all pretty much agree on their inalienable human right to commit resource-genocide against the wogs - whether these be white ones in ukraine, brown ones in gaza, or black ones in africa - but when it comes ter specifying basic rules of fucking toilet-training, they're at each other's throats.
crazy fucking bastards
ps:
oh jeez, that jimmy plinker "the plagiarist"...
well, 'e's'not on the same page as the rest of us, like, is 'e? the one 'e's on is orbiting, about a trillion light-years hence, in some altogether alternate fucking universe.
dear mrs ishmael,
it just so happens that mr femmy has, rather sheepishly, e-mailed me to apologize for the complete dog's breakfast which he made of his last comment - entered on 5th april 2024 at 00:33hrs - and in this respect, therefore, humbly requests that you please delete it, forthwith.
thank you very much
ah, them were the days weren't they, roger duckey?
when the you-know-who came to town, folk would say:
"lock up yer fender stratocasters...
and then lock up yer daughters..."
[unless they woz fucking ugly, of course]
mind you, some of these young lasses today can certainly look after 'emselves - take that hairy frotter author, for example, who's just exploded on x-twitter.
yeah, jk d'arced - or do i mean d'arked? anyway, she's really fucking growling.
scary as hell 'er: merely hearing the ginger-destroyer makes me dick shrivel, me balls retract, an' me voice go into fucking falsetto.
now, it ain't that i disagree with the lady-of-the-left's views on transport-issues, or anyfink...
i've loaded many a tranny in my time, an' believe me, when you get into the driving-seat, they're total fucking dogs to handle...
an' it ain't that i wouldn't defend, to the absolute death-mettle, 'er unamiable right to be the biggest on-line fucking bitch on the entire fucking planet...
no, not-at-all...
but i do bloody wish she could recognize president donald j scrump for what he actually is: the son-of-god - descended amongst us to deliver darkies from the devilcrats.
i mean, what kinda 'white supremacist' rolls up with a platinum-plan to pump 500 billion fucking dollars into black inner-city neighbourhoods, eh?
ok, so compared with the true value of reparations-for-slavery, mr hump's platinum-plan represents little more than a brass fucking token...
nevertheless, afro-americans ain't gonna get no change outta genetically intolerant joe - no, not now, not never.
of course, with respect to assessing slave-trade reparations owed by america's 'land of the free', you may fairly be wondering what the hypothetical fuck the exact damage is...
well, to be completely fucking honest, i jus' dunno...
however let's put it like this: the afro-caribbeans who were forced to cross the atlantic, an' then forced to work for great britain plc, were also forced - in exchange for their blood, sweat, an' tears - to buy a significant tranche of company-shares, which - according to extremely conservative, if not downright miserly, estimates - are, in terms of today's super-inflated currency, worth somewhere in excess of err...uh...20 trillion nicker.
naturally, it's up to individual descendants of those enslaved africans to decide whether they'd wanna make a claim on such a - neo- - colonially-tainted trust-fund...
an' i s'pose that, on principle, a number of the brothers an' sistas wouldn't...
preferring instead, simply to settle for the same civil rights as those respectively enjoyed by white british citizens, rights for which today's afro-caribbeans - whose wrongly-incarcerated ancestors laboured their lives away in the hell of devil's island penal colonies - should never even 'ave been obliged to ask...
yet this not properly being my business, it really ain't for me say, one way or t'other, an' i digress...
(continued in part two below)
(continued from part one above)
yep, you see, the plain fact of the matter is that president "golf-course" grump - an inherently africa-allergic candidate - is standing for office on three core-policies - which i'd summarize under the following easily-digestible headings:
1. the economy stupid
2. build a stupid, but largely politico-symbolic, wall to discourage indigenous - an' indeed historically-oppressed - americans from resettling their american homelands [good luck with that one, man]
3. stop the stupid wars
whilst - hideously unabashed by the neo-colonial colour of his intrinsically africa-addicted establishment-roots - president "blood-mineral" biden's horribly-unconscious policies consist in - an' will only ever consist in:
1. war
2. war
[an' more]
3. war
so yeah, returning to the indecent imperial importunity, an' insidious in-house immorality, of jk growling, let's jus' say you've gotta watch out for these neo-liberal labour-establishment-types: they can all pretty much agree on their inalienable human right to commit resource-genocide against the wogs - whether these be white ones in ukraine, brown ones in the middle east, or black ones in africa - however soon as it comes to specifying basic rules of fucking toilet-training, they're at each other's throats.
crazy fucking bastards
ps:
oh jeez, that posey ol' plinker jimmy plagiarist...
well, 'e's'not on the same page as the rest of us, like, is 'e? the one 'e's on's orbiting, about a trillion light-years hence, in some altogether alternate fucking universe.
i especially rate mr femmy's observation that the ukraine war constitutes a nasty totalitarian genocide against ukrainians - it certainly does: ukrainians did not want, or vote for, this wicked western vanity-war - the warlording washington-wasters ordered it - and yet both ukrainian-ukrainians and russian-ukrainians have been conscripted, then sent by their corrupt cia-controlled kiev-government, to die in their hundreds-of-thousands, on the frontline of nihilistic nato-nepotism.
further to, and including, the deletion-request which i made on 7th april 2024 at 03:18hrs - and for the selfsame reasons outlined in that request - would you please delete the comments which femmy, and finally i, entered on:
5th april 2024 at 00:33hrs
7th april 2024 at 03:34hrs
and
7th april 2024 at 04:10hrs
[but please leave standing 'femmy - part one' - entered on 7th april 2024 at 03:32hrs]
thank you kindly
(continued from part one above)
so yeah, the plain fact of the matter is that president "golf-course" grump - an inherently africa-allergic candidate - is campaigning for office on his standard core-pledges to:
1. build the economy stupid
2. build a stupid, but largely symbolic, wall in order to discourage - as opposed to encourage - for political ends, the settlement of american homelands by historically-oppressed indigenous americans [good luck with that one, man]
3. stop the stupid forever-wars
whereas - hideously unabashed by the neo-colonial colour of his intrinsically africa-addicted establishment-roots - president "blood-mineral" biden is standing for office on traditional democratic pledges to:
1. wage war
2. wage war
[an']
3. wage [more bloody] war
anyhow, returning to the indecent imperial importunity, an' insidious in-house immorality, of jk growling, let's jus' say you've gotta watch out for these neo-liberal labour-establishment-types: they can all pretty much agree on their inalienable human-right to commit resource-genocide against the wogs - whether these be white ones in ukraine, brown ones in the middle east, or black ones in africa - however soon as it comes to specifying basic rules of fucking toilet-training, they're at each other's throats.
crazy fucking bastards
ps:
oh jeez, that posey ol' plinker jimmy plagiarist...
well, 'e's'not on the same page as the rest of us, like, is 'e? the one 'e's on's orbiting, about a trillion light-years hence, in some altogether alternate fucking universe.
i especially rate mr femmy's observation that the ukraine war constitutes a nasty totalitarian genocide against ukrainians - it certainly does: the majority of ukrainians neither wished, nor voted, for this wicked western vanity-war - t'was the warlording washington-wasters wot ordered it and the far-right ukrainian nationalists wot wanted to wage it - yet both ukrainian-ukrainians and russian-ukrainians have been corruptly conscripted into ukraine's army, then sent by their corrupt cia-controlled government to die in their hundreds-of-thousands - on the frontline of nihilistic nato-nepotism.
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