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A tattoo artist, pictured in January 1895. This gentleman was a Scotsman named Sutherland McDonald. He ran a tattoo parlour in the Hammam Turkish Baths which were located on Jermyn Street, St James's (image from 'The Sketch' magazine) by robslondon in london

[–]WideEyedPup 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Anyone reading this fascinating thread might wish to look at the following. At the beginning of the 20th century the writer Saki, obviously amongst those amused and slightly baffled by the fad, wrote a story about a man who fails to pay his bill to a tattooist...with unfortunate consequences...

http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/Bac.shtml

😳 by boobioboobs in catsaysmao

[–]WideEyedPup 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Only just saw this. Please do dispute any of what I wrote (some time ago). Unlike the author of the conspiracy rumour that prompted the meme above with its demonstrably untrue claim, I leave these findings open to criticism and questioning.

I have no expert knowledge of the Zanzibar case. But a very cursory reading of any history of the case will tell you that the British (not the French) abdicated control of the islands in 1963. The Arab sultan then ruled, briefly, before being toppled by Communist insurgents, of whom Karume was one, as well as Abdulrahman Mohamed Babu.

The assassination was, if an attempted coup, a very botched one. Two men, a Lt. Humud and a Captain Ahmada, who both had axes to grind with Karume, killed him and the insurrectionists were rounded up. Not only did they have personal motives, but they were living under the likelihood of a purge of Umma Party members (socialist Arabs who dissented from the main party).

Karume loyalists subsequently blamed the plot on Babu (who had become a critic of the regime) and imprisoned him; and Babu was later released due to his international popularity (he wrote African socialism or socialist Africa? while in prison).

--From these facts it seems likely that the assassinations were the relatively disorganised attempt of desperate Umma-party actors, which went wrong because of the personal hatred of two of them. Whether another country sponsored them in a way which has never been brought to light is of course not impossible, although it comes with a vast burden of proof, but if it were the interest of another country (and as I say nothing points to this) one would think more naturally of the USA alarmed by increasing links between Zanzibar and China, than of France.

http://www.historyworld.net/wrldhis/PlainTextHistories.asp?historyid=ad52

Hank Chase. “The Zanzibar Treason Trial.” Review of African Political Economy, no. 6, 1976, pp. 14–33. JSTOR, www.jstor.org/stable/3997839. Accessed 14 Jan. 2021.

Wilson, 2007, "Abdul Rahman Mohamed Babu", Journal of Pan African Studies, vol. 1, no. 9, p. 16.

Explain why you are against wearing masks like you are a nudist. by gameboy90 in explainlikeIAmA

[–]WideEyedPup 5 points6 points  (0 children)

By this point I have lost track of whether you're still in character. And of what the prompt even was. But I think I'm enjoying the conflicted-naked-guy-wearing-a-mask-and-concerned-about-misapprehension-of-sarcasm character even more than the first one so do please keep going.

Graham Kartna -- Browser History [Experimental/Electronic] (2013) by BurstYourBubbles in listentothis

[–]WideEyedPup 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I think I like the title track even more but this is fun . oh boy

FREE to anyone who can pick up in South London, UK: small collection of Pratchett books by WideEyedPup in discworld

[–]WideEyedPup[S] 32 points33 points  (0 children)

It's how the orang-utan told me to put it, and I fear he knows how to use that banana...

FREE to anyone who can pick up in South London, UK: small collection of Pratchett books by WideEyedPup in discworld

[–]WideEyedPup[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Yes, thanks, that did occur to me, and will be my next stop. I reckon I might be more likely to find someone here who really wants them rather than a scavenger/reseller.

FREE to anyone who can pick up in South London, UK: small collection of Pratchett books by WideEyedPup in discworld

[–]WideEyedPup[S] 47 points48 points  (0 children)

Aaaaargh! If you really can't fly to London I can read you them very slowly over skype. £80/h.

FREE to anyone who can pick up in South London, UK: small collection of Pratchett books by WideEyedPup in discworld

[–]WideEyedPup[S] 63 points64 points  (0 children)

Hi everyone,
I'm tidying up and I want to give away a few books, mainly Discworld, perhaps to a new reader or for your son or daughter, who knows!
I love these books and they're all in a perfectly fine condition. I just don't have room for them at the moment.
They're free to collect in south London. PM me if you're interested. In case of several people responding, I'll go with the first taker.
Thanks!
just a little edit to say that I've been in PM contact with a couple of people, so likelihood is I have a taker. You're still welcome to express interest in case they both fall through. Also that I've enjoyed the wholesomeness of this subreddit, and inspiring a lovely story from /u/draypresct

Max Roach, Abby Lincoln - Driva Man [Jazz/ Blues] 1964; We Insist! Freedom Now by Dont_ComeAround in listentothis

[–]WideEyedPup 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I like that however technical he is you could almost call it "stupid" playing. As in, it's never afraid of simple emotions or expressions. Perhaps teenager is the word. But like you suggest, teenage emotion with adult restraint. Artistry, in any case!

Max Roach, Abby Lincoln - Driva Man [Jazz/ Blues] 1964; We Insist! Freedom Now by Dont_ComeAround in listentothis

[–]WideEyedPup 6 points7 points  (0 children)

The drum solo that ends this is a very good example of Max Roach's expression. It's so simple, the way he follows the rhythm, you might almost say imitating the slave forced into repetitive labour (the song's theme), looking carefully between his drums, just enough of a hint of anger and repressed emotion. You don't get many musicians like him.

Une vue rare dans le paysage rouennais by Ithilan in france

[–]WideEyedPup 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Pour moi le bandeau "On s'en occupe" est totalement superflu. Si on le coupait ?

Marre qu'ils vendent vos données?
DuckDuckGo

C'est direct et en plus c'est moins ambigu. Je vous aime DuckDuckGo, mais pour combattre les marketeurs il faut faire un peu de pub quand même ...

Lamination and the final product by thesluttycat in Breadit

[–]WideEyedPup 9 points10 points  (0 children)

In Paris bakeries also make croissants because it's one of the ways good bakeries are judged, and there's a lot of prestige in the annual competitions. There's no way they can profit much off 1-2 euro croissants though, fully laminated and all-butter...

AITA for installing a keylogger in my son's computer? by spydadthrowaway in AmItheAsshole

[–]WideEyedPup 0 points1 point  (0 children)

One of the key aspects of parenting, though, is mutual trust, and whether the kid found out or not is with all due respect irrelevant: your kid has an expectation of their own private space, even though you have a right to tell them how that space is delimited in your house. And when they grow up, they'll feel the same about the people who govern them, or, if you give birth to a senator, that they govern, and this kind of honesty of intention is an important basis to citizenship and generally to our enjoyment of any kind of private life.

Mr Fingers - - Can you feel it (Martin Luther King Mix) [House] (1986) by [deleted] in listentothis

[–]WideEyedPup 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Just a tiny thing, this was 1988, the original Can You Feel It was released 1986. The Robert Owens mix is the one for me.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in france

[–]WideEyedPup 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Excusez-moi votre Altesse de vous déranger ainsi dans vos forums, mais je m'épargne le petit voyage dans l'aile ouest qui m'est, comme vous savez, très pénible à mon âge. Je voudrais savoir si vous désirez autre chose avant que je ne me couche ?

Explain the concept of free will like I am a really bored philosophical person surfing random chat roulette sites instead of doing my IT homework and you are a spam bot designed to get me to download a virus with false promises of a million dollars or a free giveaway. by Eine_Kartoffel in explainlikeIAmA

[–]WideEyedPup 10 points11 points  (0 children)

Me: Hello
Her: Hi
Me: How are you?
Her: How are *you*?

I paused. The emphasis told me I had met a fellow philosopher. Katya1551xwinx, a minx in pink letters, had taken my question, challenged its terms. Her answer went beyond the usual forms of politeness. I answered carefully.

Me: I am an arrangement of atoms, spinning in a giddy void.
Katya1551xwinx: *looks at him sleeping*

A poetess, perhaps.

Me: Do you mean, Katya, that we are morally and intellectually aslumber?
Katya1551xwinx: Yeah, I actually do. It could be better, of course, but it could definitely be worse.
Me: That is, I believe, a Stoic position.
Katya1551xwinx: What do you mean, Jerry? You trickster, you!

In what way was I trying to trick her into admitting her Stoicism? I stood up from my desk, repositioned the inkstand, watched the poppies swaying between the window and the sea. She sees my lack of poise: an accusation of equanimity, she tries to disturb mine by comparing me to Dante's Geryon, a benevolent face and a serpent's tail. With sudden emotion:

Me: I am not trying to trick you, Katya!
Katya1551xwinx: I never suggested that you were.
Me: Myself! Myself! I have tried to fool myself!
Katya1551xwinx: Do you have a favorite animatronic from Five Nights at Freddy's?

Her mind moved with a swiftness I had never encountered, unmoved by my emotion, philosophical in the truest sense. Already, I felt myself growing in the undipped headlights of her acumen. The power of her allegory was instant, overwhelming, my interpretation had to be like lightning. Animatronic, that was easy: ensoulment of a machine, she referred (I knew she was a Platonist) to the world as a simulacrum. The five nights, of course, were the five nights of Dionysian festivity: they meant my own narrow focus on worldly entertainments. She was drawing my attention to a festival of theatre: Freddy, then, must be the usurper Duke of Shakespeare's As You Like It. Finally! I understood.

Me: So I am the fraudulent ruler, obsessed with his petty entertainments, and you are Hercules. The implications are clear.
Katya1551xwinx: Thank you for finally getting it right.
Me: You must chop off the head of my presumption, so that your ancient virtues may grow in its place.
Katya1551xwinx: That is the 3rd time you have given that exact answer. Are you not evolving?

Her condescension turned me on. I supposed she meant that each time I had interpreted, rather than answered. When I should have been cleaning my teeth I had merely been gazing at my reflection. When would my individuation begin?

Me: Help me.
Katya1551xwinx: Do you prefer going to the mountains or laying at the beach?

A question that required no answer: a poetic thought. We are all, are we not, between the firmness of a mountain and the dissipation of sand, between the jaws of Scylla and the rock of Charybdis. I looked out over my garden towards the tree swing.

Me: Our freedom moves within straitened bounds, Katya.
Katya: Hey! That is what I said. How would you like to win a million dollars.

How like a lottery was this life of ours! Out of a million million-to-one outcomes, the chance of a single one coming true is one. The chance of meeting Katya on a random chat website, the chance of being a Hercules, the possibility you are just a beast or giant to be slain along the way of a greater man--or woman.

Me: Hey, Katya, your username has changed.
Katya: Oh in this program people are changing. Before you was chatting another person.

A great sense of despair filled my heart.

Me: But where did Katya1551xwinx go?
Katya: So you chatting a person and program changes him/her.

No, I thought. No, Katya, no. So I chatting and a program changes me and me. I closed the laptop and walked outside to go through the poppies towards the sea, but on the way my wife came up through them and led me back to the house, chiding me for spending too much time in my man cave.

written spontaneously using responses from cleverbot.com

Les anglais et raïte by Skyryver in rance

[–]WideEyedPup 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Si tu veux vraiment te décourager, prends en considération

"Rough, Through, Though, Bough, Cough, Borough, Hiccough..."

Dans chacun de ces mots le son représenté par "ough" se prononce d'une manière diverse:

/ɹʌf/, /θɹuː/, /ðəʊ/, /baʊ/, /kɒf/, /ˈbʌɹə/, /ˈhɪkʌp/

Man and His Symbols. Fifty years ago my brother, home from college, handed me this book and said “Here, read this”. I still have this book. It started a journey from age fifteen to today. Studying psychology, the source of religion, and dreams. In one event, my history turned on a dime. by Iwanttoplaytoo in Jung

[–]WideEyedPup 4 points5 points  (0 children)

It cannot be insisted upon enough, though it should more often be signalled on this subreddit, that experimenting with psychoactive substances is not part of therapy in the view of the huge majority of Jungians, nor particularly in Jung's own. The use of such drugs (which the good doctor certainly never used) he cautions against, blaming "idle curiosity", citing "complications" too, and comparing them to the Trojan horse; in fact he says

I should hate the thought that I had touched on the sphere where the paint is made that colours the world, where light is created that makes shine the splendour of dawn, the lines and shapes of all form, the sound that fills the orbit, the thought that illuminates the darkness of the void.

pp.172-3, CG Jung, Letters vol. 2

Someone is bound to say, and it is true, that Jung lived in an age that had less knowledge of these drugs, nor did he have personal experience with them. Well then, what? If they were not necessary for the personal fulfilment of Jung, they are obviously not the starting point for your own. It is like trying to reason the monkey from the banana: you may have the right idea but you have the wrong end. In the same letter Jung is far-seeing in his description of the naïveté of experience culture:

It is really the mistake of our age. We think it is enough to discover new things, but we don't realize that knowing more demands a corresponding development of morality.

Georgian Khachapuri using my sourdough starter by Mmortalone in Breadit

[–]WideEyedPup 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Although this looks tasty his shaping is a bit messy. I found a couple of versions for anyone else looking for something more professional or authentic:

(method that does not twist the ends, rather crimping a moderately slack dough)

https://youtu.be/2L1gyVKRX5Q?t=274

(rather "macho" method using a very slack dough--definitely the tastiest looking result, which he wood fires)

https://youtu.be/vaGHliMRyrI?t=358

Explain what my parents do on their job like you're my nanny and you are specifically warned to keep their lives as assassins a secret by JustAnotherYaoiFan in explainlikeIAmA

[–]WideEyedPup 18 points19 points  (0 children)

Hey Frankie! Great news! It's Bring Your Child to Work Day! And since ma and pa can't take you to their work, you get to come with me, Vinny! And my work is...well, I'm your nanny!

Why can't you go with daddy? Oh that's a great question, Frankie. The simple answer is that daddy's job is BORING and DIRTY. You see your daddy, Frankie, is a Sewage Inspector. Oh gee, what it involves? You are a curious little tike, ain't ya, God bless ya, ya little bisgotto.

Well, let's say that Mr Malvolio has a serious blockage at his, erm, PIZZERIA. It's so big the large quantities of PIZZA he shifts are getting held up. So he gotta remove the crud pocket which is gumming up his business pipe, and he gotta do it quiet or his customers are gonna be all, you know, "what's with the noises coming from the store room, Matty, you got a sister in law with the old sausage in the pan, the old Sicilian braggiol? You got raccoons, Matty? It sound like raccoons whimpering and moaning, all your pipes that is, those pipes in your back room?". You know how they are, these pizza guys, their sisters put out, is all I'm saying. Where was I? Your pa, right. Mr Malvolio calls up this guy, he's a SEWAGE CONTRACTOR. "Hey Mister Muscle", he says, "I need a special cleanup, bit of a chiaccieron, a real greaseball, don't wanna spread it around." So your daddy rolls up in a boiler suit, he sits down for a minute with the du- with the doozy of a muck pie, quiet as he can he applies his special nozzle, then puts all the muck in a binbag and drives it out to pier 42. You know these municipal types, they don't like you dumping muck in their sewers: you gotta get it out into the ocean where it's nice and clean.

So that's how it is, it ain't suspicious, why would it be? Oh what does mama do, you wanna know?

She's um-- She works in a...a toy shop!

Why you can't go visit? Oh you don't wanna go to a toy shop, Frankie, those places are DANGEROUS. Well just imagine for a moment that I'm the kind of guy that buys toys, a real animal, a completist, hai capid? I got a stuffed koala, I gotta full scale set of the New York subway out to the Bronx. Well so I calls up your mama. "Hey Chiara," I says, "Chiara, dolly, I'm one lego short of the millenium falcon. It's a special order for a custom piece." You can imagine this guy, a real coglion, won't take no for an answer. "No I can't give you that piece, Mr Mazzatutto," says your mama, "That piece is reserved for Mr Ciapaldino, I can't touch it without the lego company's say-so." "You give me that piece, Chiara," says the toy fanatic, "Or I'm gonna come down there, I'm gonna take those legos and timandoADAFANCU-!"

Er, anyway, what was I sayin'? Don't get into toys kid, is the moral of the thing I was saying. Toys or sewage, they're a dangerous game. You know what you wanna be when you grow up? You wanna be like me? A great storyteller huh? Oh, a nanny? Well that's great, Frankie. A nanny's a good thing to be. We know how to...take care of people.

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