The Stone Door

Aug. 17th, 2017 03:01 am
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Photographer: Chuck Sutherland

Summary Author: Chuck Sutherland

We're all on a long trip to the ocean. So are rocks. It may not seem exactly right, but rocks flow downhill under the same forces as water. The difference being that gravity must overcome the hardness of the rock, a gradient must be available for the rock to move down and their structure is sometimes able to prevent downward motion. Water shares some of these encumbrances but to much lesser degrees.

Shown above is the Stone Door, an artifact of flow found on the Cumberland Plateau in eastern Tennessee. More accurately, it's referred to as a joint, a place where pressure inside the rock is relieved by breaking. In this case, part of a cliff was sliding downslope, and the Stone Door was its relief point. Joints on the Cumberland Plateau often form in cliffs parallel to the cliff face. The Stone Door, while a fascinating feature, is not alone. There are dozens if not hundreds of similar features along the rim of the Plateau. Photo taken on October 2, 2016. 

Photo Details: Camera Model: Canon EOS M; Lens: EF-S10-18mm f/4.5-5.6 IS STM; Focal Length: 10mm; Focus Distance: 1.08m; Aperture: ƒ/4.5; Exposure Time: 0.077 s (1/13); ISO equiv: 100; Software: Adobe Photoshop CS5 Windows. 

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The thing you are missing is called the vocative case! It’s also the thing that Spartacus is missing!

Latin (and a bunch of other languages, but mostly not English) likes to alter the forms of words depending on what grammatical function they have in the sentence. (English mostly uses word order to accomplish this.) In Latin, the noun that is the subject of the sentence is always in the nominative case:

Dominus servum amat.
The master loves the slave.

(I’m sorry; it was the only verb I could think of.)

The word dominus (“master”) ends in -us because it is in the nominative case, and therefore the subject of the sentence. The word servum (“slave”) ends with -um because it is in the accusative case, and therefore it is the object of the verb amat (“he/she/it loves”). You could put those three words in whatever order you want – servum dominus amat, dominus amat servum, whatever –  and they would still mean “the master loves the slave” as long as you don’t change the endings. (If you want to say that the slave loves the master, that’s servus dominum amat.)

But wait, you might say! You said something about the vocative case! So what’s that? And what’s this domine thing? Domine is the form that the word dominus takes in the vocative case. The vocative is the case you use when you are addressing someone directly, such as when you are using their name or title:

Domine, ama servum!
O master, love the slave!

If you wanted to command a master to love a slave (I know it’s a weird setup, but work with me here) and you wanted to specifically call them master, the form of the word you would use is domine. (If what you have is a mistress, domina is the form in both nominative and vocative.)

So basically the choice comes down to “I want to use a Latin word for master when my slave characters address their masters, and I’m just going to use the nominative form because we don’t have case endings in English, so what the hell” (the Spartacus approach) versus “I want to use a Latin word for master when my slave characters address their masters, and since I am going to be using Latin words I want to use the form that a Latin speaker would have used in direct address” (the fanfiction approach). Obviously I have my biases, but I don’t think that either of these are flat-out wrong, per se – especially with Latin and Greek, English often has both native-English-style and borrowed-style forms for the same word, like the plurals of fungus or aquarium or formula or whatever you think the plural of octopus is – but it’s really up to you and the effect you are going for.

Having said that, I should probably mention that everything I have said above is a filthy lie.

Oh, not the case endings. That part’s not a lie. The part that is a lie is the word dominus.

As @carminapossunt is even now helpfully pointing out to me, current evidence suggests that Roman slaves basically NEVER used the word dominus or domina to address their masters. The evidence we have from Roman comedy is that the word slaves used to address their masters, when they needed a word, was erus (vocative ere) or era. Which does also mean “master” but it’s not the same word. Really. No kidding. Dominus by the first century AD (which is later than Spartacus, but still) basically just means sir – like, a polite term of address you’d use for anybody. So essentially WE ARE ALL WRONG. (For further information, please consult Eleanor Dickey’s book Latin Forms of Address: From Plautus to Apuleius.)

I hope that helps!

Just One Thing (17 August 2017)

Aug. 17th, 2017 08:03 am
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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!

Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!
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DEAR MISS MANNERS: My stepfather’s grandson’s wedding is black-tie optional, and my stepfather’s children are renting him a tux. My mom, who is 90, thought she would wear a nice pants outfit with a dressy jacket, and is resistant to buying something new. She has been through a lot this year (treatment for lymphoma, cancer surgery, and she recently fell and broke her pelvis, so she is in a lot of pain).

I and my three sisters (my mom’s only children) live on the opposite coast, but we are now being pressured by the mother of the groom (my stepfather’s daughter) and my stepfather to see that she is outfitted appropriately -- not just for the wedding, but also for the rehearsal dinner (cocktail attire) and the wedding breakfast to be held the day after the wedding.

They have also expressed concerns about the shoes my mother prefers (very safe, comfortable, but not at all dressy). My sister even heard my stepfather tell her that if she doesn’t get something new to wear, she can stay home and not attend the wedding or other events.

My mother doesn’t stand up for herself, unfortunately. Two of us will be traveling to see her soon, and plan to take her shopping. My sister is even purchasing a few things for my mom that she will bring with her, in the hopes that maybe something will fit and work for this event.

Personally, I think it is extremely superficial of them to dictate what she wears (especially since the wedding is six months from now!). If it were me, I would just be thrilled they are both well enough to attend, regardless of how they are dressed.

Is my mother wrong to resist the request to buy something more formal? Or should the step-family back off?

GENTLE READER: What happened to the “optional” part?

While Miss Manners always advocates dressing properly for the occasion -- and generally abhors “optional,” as it just invites chaos -- the particulars of your mother’s dress seem to be unduly fixated upon here. There is certainly a lot of undue angst being put into this poor woman’s wardrobe that seemingly requires three separate outfits and uncomfortable, possibly dangerous, shoes.

If your mother can reasonably be jollied into the shopping expedition or accepts one of your sister’s choices for one new outfit, fine. But if not, please talk to your stepfather about “backing off.” Surely this cannot really be worth all of this fuss.

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(2) bc you’ve set her up as the captain so clearly, and she’s more estranged from her faith than we’re used to seeing her. she seems like she’s been weathered by tough winds, and I can’t wait for a window into that? aaaaaah I just love the way you write them all. the twins are wonderfully crooked at the edges, percy’s just as…percy, tibsy is an old crotchet, grog is grog in the best of ways… it’s all real good, dude, like real good. what a good space fic. what a good space fic.

THANK YOU SO MUCH! (Incoherent authorly flailing) I’m utterly delighted that you’re enjoying this story! I’m having such fun with the worldbuilding and with the characters. Pike is amazing to write, because I both feel like I understand her least of all and also absolutely get her at a soul-deep level. I have so much backstory on everybody that I can’t wait to develop, if and when they all stop keeping all of the secrets. I love this broken little family!

Dear FemslashEx Writer or Artist...

Aug. 16th, 2017 10:04 pm
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Full letter with prompts to come ASAP. The letter below is incomplete.

Dear FemslashEx Writer or Artist,

Thank you so much for writing for me! This is my first time doing FemslashEx, so I'm really excited.

(I only requested art for one fandom; however, if anyone is moved to do an art treat for me in any of them, I would absolutely love that.)

Loves, DNWs, and notes/prompts for my fandoms (Aliens, Carrie, Original Work, Star Trek: Classic Timeline, and X/1999 below cut). Read more... )

Dear Femslash Creator,

Aug. 16th, 2017 09:45 pm
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Just to note: my requests include Critical Role, Doctor Who, Dragon Age, Hunger Games, Mass Effect, and Crossovers.

First of all, relax! I'm far from being picky, and I can pretty much guarantee that I'll love whatever you decide to draw or write for me. These are nothing but guidelines, for you to take to heart or ignore to your heart's content. Also, hey! You're drawing and/or writing me femslash! What's not to love? ♥

That said, I thought that I'd elaborate a bit on my requests in case, like me, you're the type of person who likes to have something to work with. Feel free to use and/or ignore as much of this as you want. I've tried to include a mix of vague prompts as well as more detailed ones, to hopefully make things as helpful as possible whether you're drawing art or writing fic.

More details under the cut. )

Requests under the cut. )

The Constant Struggle

Aug. 16th, 2017 07:16 pm
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Me@ my fandom: I made you guys a thing, because I also enjoy the thing and want to share something and make people happy!

Also me: Shut up SHUT UP stop bothering people! Nobody will like you if you pester them with things!
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darkbookworm13:

sasstricbypass:

chromolume:

it’s all you americans talk about… liminal space this… cryptid that

america is big, we got.,.,.,. its a lot happening here

It’s at least 3,000 miles just from the East Coast to the West, depending on where you start.

If I try to drive from here in Maine to New Mexico, it’s 2,400 miles. 

From here to Oregon, 800 miles from my current residence to my relatives in NJ, then another 3,000 miles after that. 

A brisk 8 day drive that meanders through mountains, forests, corn fields, dry, flat, empty plains, more mountains, and then a temperate rain forest in Oregon.

The land has some seriously creepy stuff, even just right outside our doors. 

There is often barking sounds on the other side of our back door. 

At 3 am. 

When no one would let their dog out. 

It’s a consensus not to even look out the fucking windows at night. 

Especially during the winter months. 

Nothing chills your heart faster than sitting in front of a window and hearing footsteps breaking through the snow behind you, only to look and not see anything. 

I live in a tiny town whose distance from larger cities ranges from 30 miles, to 70 miles. What is in between?

Giant stretches of forests, swamps, pockets of civilization, more trees, farms, wildlife, and winding roads. All of which gives the feeling of nature merely tolerating humans, and that we are one frost heave away from our houses being destroyed, one stretch of undergrowth away from our roads being pulled back into the earth.

And almost every night, we have to convince ourselves that the popping, echoing gunshot sounds are really fireworks, because we have no idea what they might be shooting at.

There’s a reason Stephen King sets almost all his stories in Maine.

New Mexico, stuck under Colorado, next to Texas, and uncomfortably close to Arizona. I grew up there. The air is so dry your skin splits and doesn’t bleed. Coyotes sing at night. It starts off in the distance, but the response comes from all around. The sky, my gods, the sky. In the day it is vast and unfeeling. At night the stars show how little you truly are.

This is the gentle stuff. I’m not going to talk about the whispered tales from those that live on, or close, to the reservations. I’m not going to go on about the years of drought, or how the ground gives way once the rain falls. The frost in the winter stays in the shadows, you can see the line where the sun stops. It will stay there until spring. People don’t tell you about the elevation, or how thin the air truly is. The stretches of empty road with only husks of houses to dot the side of the horizon. There’s no one around for miles except those three houses. How do they live out here? The closest town is half an hour away and it’s just a gas station with a laundry attached.  

No one wants to be there. They’re just stuck. It has a talent for pulling people back to it. I’ve been across the country for years, but part of me is still there. The few that do get out don’t return. A visit to family turns into an extended stay. Car troubles, a missed flight, and then suddenly there’s a health scare. Can’t leave Aunt/Uncle/Grandparent alone in their time of need. It’s got you.

Roswell is a joke. A failed National Inquirer article slapped with bumperstickers and half-assed tourist junk. The places that really run that chill down the spine are in the spaces between the sprawling mesas and hidden arroyos. Stand at the top of the Carlsbad Caverns trail. Look a mile down into the darkness. Don’t step off the path. just don’t.



You’re never alone in New Hampshire. 

There are walls here. They meander everywhere- rock walls, knee high, built of chunks of granite dragged from the earth in an attempt to create farmable land. They crisscross, create rectangles, squares. Sometimes foundations for houses that never existed or crumbled into dust. 

You don’t cross the stone walls. 

One can never be sure when the road is going to just stop. The corners are tight, the edges washed out. Trees grow right up to the yellow lines and lean over, stealing sunlight and stealing perspective. The asphalt is crumbling into the dirt and not a single attempt has been made to stop it. 

One wrong turn and you’re on a one lane bridge- maybe stone, maybe metal. Rarely wood, sometimes covered. 

Regardless, you can’t see what’s on the other side. 

You don’t know how old the bridge is, but chances are it counts its age in the hundreds. You have to drive and hope. 

If you come to a lake and it’s dark, steer clear. 

If you come to a lake and you can see the bottom, don’t even slow down. 

The woods are full of gulches, knotty roots suddenly giving way to open air so smooth you’d put your foot out and feel the rush before you stumble on your ass.

 Sometimes there are rivers at the bottom. Sometimes there are cars. 

Sometimes there’s nothing and that’s the worst. 

There are graveyards in the woods, too. 

Most of the stones are slate or marble, covered in lichen, hard to read. Be sure to read every one, and whatever you do, say ‘goodbye’ when you leave. 

In New Hampshire, you’re never alone. 

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talking with a coworker who has just announced that everyone currently involved in the Us. Vs. The Fucking Nazis fight are ‘pawns who don’t understand the game’ and it’s taking literally everything in me to ask if she even voted in the last election. 

I am too old for this shit. 

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lynati:

pull-the-tooth:

fullten:

firstfandomfangirl:

fullten:

firstfandomfangirl:

I think that you’ll find he didn’t actually

Jesus told one (1) rich person to give away all his possessions to the poor. As a test. To see if he loved God or money more. The answer was money. He failed the test. It was not a message to all believers to give away all their money.

I was going through the notes on this post to see if anyone had my favorite quotes from the bible about this, and I saw this reply so I’m going to add it in myself,

Matthew 6:24 ESV

“No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money

Luke 18:25 ESV

For it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of God.”

1 Timothy 6:10 ESV

For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evils. It is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many pangs.

Revelation 3:17 ESV

For you say, I am rich, I have prospered, and I need nothing, not realizing that you are wretched, pitiable, poor, blind, and naked.

James 5:1 ESV

Come now, you rich, weep and howl for the miseries that are coming upon you.

More quotes here:

https://www.openbible.info/topics/rich_people

To chase money is to run from god.

Yes, to chase money is to run from God. However, inherently possessing money is not a sin.

To possess money without giving a significant amount to charity is, you cannot be rich and watch others suffer and get into heaven. You must give everything and put faith in god that you will be rewarded in death. That’s literally what Christianity is. To suffer on earth, and be rewarded eternally in heaven.

Luke 16:19-31 ESV

“There was a rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day. And at his gate was laid a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, who desired to be fed with what fell from the rich man’s table. Moreover, even the dogs came and licked his sores. The poor man died and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried, and in Hades, being in torment, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham far off and Lazarus at his side. …

Luke 12:33-34 ESV

Sell your possessions, and give to the needy. Provide yourselves with moneybags that do not grow old, with a treasure in the heavens that does not fail, where no thief approaches and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

Matthew 19:21 ESV

Jesus said to him, “If you would be perfect, go, sell what you possess and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow me.”


Proverbs 14:31 ESV

Whoever oppresses a poor man insults his Maker, but he who is generous to the needy honors him.


Proverbs 22:16 ESV

Whoever oppresses the poor to increase his own wealth, or gives to the rich, will only come to poverty.


Also Jesus cares about the percent you give,


Luke 21:1-4 ESV

Jesus looked up and saw the rich putting their gifts into the offering box, and he saw a poor widow put in two small copper coins. And he said, “Truly, I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all of them. For they all contributed out of their abundance, but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.”

Proverbs 29:7 ESV

A righteous man knows the rights of the poor; a wicked man does not understand such knowledge.

Proverbs 28:27 ESV

Whoever gives to the poor will not want, but he who hides his eyes will get many a curse.

Jesus was a socialist

So many people who think they are safe are actually going to Hell because they listened to a fellow human’s interpretation of the bible rather than READING IT FOR THEMSELVES. You’re going to wander up to the Gates and Jesus is going to look at how you failed to take care of the poor and the needy and shake his head and send you in the direction of those OTHER Gates. Your ass is going to be jousting with boulders for the rest of eternity.

I have a lot of personal disdain for religion but god I am so HERE for christians dragging fake christians with bible quotes as backup like yes you go sweetie you toss those fucking cheap ass tables in that temple YAAASSSS

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Of all the many ways Yamato had accomplished a mission, ‘distraction by bar brawl’ was New. 

It had been effective, certainly- the target was eliminated, the stolen alchemical ingredients back in the hands of Konoha ninja. 

Perhaps it was a Team Hoshi thing, being so…extravagant. 

“How did that even work?” Yamato asked faintly. 

Suzaku shrugged. “Genbu’s good at distractions.” 

“Excuse you, captain, I am excellent at distractions.” Genbu said. 

“Did you have to light the bar on fire?” Yamato asked. 

“They sold shit food.” Genbu said. “It was a matter of personal principle.” 

“And has nothing to do with the fact that you’ve got a cousin looking to build around here,” Byakko said. 

“I am nothing if not an opportunist. Besides, you’ve met my cousin. You know she cooks better.” 

“A half-blind idiot from your clan would cook better,” Seriyu said. “It’s genetic.”

“We cull the ones who can’t cook at birth,” Genbu said with a decisive nod. “For the good of the clan, of course.” 

“Of course.” Suzaku said. Yamato got the sense she was grinning behind her mask. “Come on, let’s go before someone makes us fill out paperwork.”

“What’s this ‘us’?” Seriyu asked. “You always leave it for me.” 

“I know I’m not hearing this,” Yamato said. 

“Of course not, Senpai.” Genbu said. “You absolutely did not hear that Seriyu fills out all the paperwork.”  

“How have you not been disbanded yet?” Yamato muttered. 

“Results, Senpai.” Suzaku said. “Results. Team Hoshi, let’s go.” 

They disappeared soundlessly from the treeline, leaving the charred ruin of the bar with the terrible food behind. 

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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/2wgwi1t on August 16, 2017 at 04:30PM

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 I need help calculating upload speed times.

Our home connection uploads at 5 Mbs (bits).  In the fall a friend will have access to a 1 Gbs (bits) upload speed.

If I have around 1 TB(ytes) worth of data to upload, the math looks like this


1. Upload from MD's home = approximately 20 days (rounded up)
2. Upload from friend's location = 2-2 hrs

Now here's where it gets tricky. Some online backup servers cap the data flowing into their servers. Ex Sync.com caps it at
5 MB(ytes) or 40 M(bits)

In which case my math looks like this

1. Upload from MD's home = approximately 20 days (rounded up)
2. Upload from friend's location = 55-60 hrs (2+ days)

Did I get this correct?

I used this calculator
https://www.broadbandsolutions.com.au/business-centre/viewpoint/understanding-connection-speeds-megabytes-megabits

 

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Aug. 16th, 2017 07:05 pm
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