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Antique Edwardian, early 1920s cream silk dress with pinafore/sailor style bodice, lace, embroidery, long extended cuff sleeves, handkerchief skirt, wrapped sash waist and snap closures on bodice and waist.

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shoulder: 16"
bust: 34-36"
waist: 26"
hip: free
length: 52"
brand/maker: hand sewn
condition: excellent

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Brass celestial globe by Muhammad ibn Mahmud ibn ‘Ali al-Tabari al-Asturlabi (Iran, 1285-6 — the sixth oldest surviving celestial globe).

I’ve been spending more time that I’d care to admit watching Daredevil, a new Netflix series chronicling the rise of a blind costumed hero in New York City’s Hell’s Kitchen, and I have a few quick thoughts that I will inflict on you despite the fact that, as far as I know, you’ve committed no crime. 

I share the conventional wisdom that Daredevil is quite good. The cast, led by the English actor Charlie Cox, perhaps best known for his role as an Irish assassin on Boardwalk Empire, as the titular costumed crime-fighter, is top-notch. One of my favorite actors, Rosario Dawson, plays an important supporting role as a nurse with terrible judgment (here’s a thought — let’s not dig masked vigilantes out of the trash and stitch them up), and she’s a delight to watch. Having read the Daredevil comic as a youth, I’m impressed by how faithful the series is to its source material, and indeed how it surpasses it in some important respects. And though Daredevil is spectacularly violent, it is friendly to Catholicism, a fact that will cheer Ross Douthat and a number of other NR contributors.

But I’m sorry to report that the central plot of Daredevil, in a nutshell, is that a bald criminal mastermind (the Kingpin) has joined forces with a rainbow coalition of ethnic mafiosi to . . . gentrify Hell’s Kitchen. That’s right. Leaving aside the fact the Kingpin puts all bald men in a harshly negative light, I fear that Daredevil gives us a not entirely balanced portrait of the case for density and development in transit-friendly urban neighborhoods. The Kingpin’s sinister plot is to redevelop Hell’s Kitchen’s many dilapidated low- and mid-rise mutli-family apartment buildings so that the neighborhood can accommodate a larger, more affluent population. The heroes of the series are, among other things, fighting to preserve rent control, and the series leaves you with the very heavy-handed and at times explicit message that the struggles of the vanishing middle class are caused by thieving billionaires who see themselves as above the law. I understand that not everyone is crazy about gentrification. That’s fair enough. Hell’s Kitchen is, however, a neighborhood very convenient to the many businesses headquartered in Midtown, and it’s only natural that high-income professionals who want short commutes to work would be keen to live there. Is it so wrong that a developer might come along and say, hey, this neighborhood could use some more apartments! If anything, building more apartments might make it easier for less-affluent renters to remain in the neighborhood, as increasing supply tends to lower rents, all else being equal. Daredevil never really gives the case for development its due. Quite the opposite — the Kingpin uses terrorist violence to rid the neighborhood of rent-controlled tenants, and it appears that he finances his real estate ventures with his cut of the proceeds from various human trafficking and narcotics-peddling operations. Meanwhile, rent-controlled tenants are represented by a sweet-natured elderly Guatemalan immigrant. Some might call this stacking the deck. 

I await a future Netflix series called Evil NIMBYs, in which a pro-development protagonist fights a gang of feral, knife-wielding homeowners who fight new market-rate housing developments when they’re not kidnapping area puppies for purposes of ritual sacrifice. Until then, consider me mildly peeved. 

Filmmaker Oguz Uygur is a very lucky man.  He has incredibly talented parents who practice the art of paper marbling. This is a method of aqueous surface design, which can produce patterns similar to smooth marble or other stone.  It is intricate work and is simply fascinating to watch from beginning to end.  Watching this does not make me want to rush out and start studying the ancient art of Ebru, however, as it just looks horribly difficult and I do not have the patience of a saint!

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Hand-and-a-half Sword

• Dated: circa 1300 — 1400
  
• Medium: silver, leather, steel
  
• Measurements: overall length 114.5cm; blade length 89cm; blade width at hilt 4cm; tang length 29.5cm; cross width 20cm;weight 1.40kg
  

The sword is a Type XIIIA, with a broad, oval wheel pommel, the central boss being rectangular in shape and cut breadth-wise with two deep parallel grooves. The whole pommel is very flat, and light seeming. 

The long straight cross of hexagonal section, widening a little toward the tips. There appear to be traces of some sort of plating on the pommel and the cross, of silver or tin.

The blade of flat hexagonal section features a narrow rather shallow fuller running some one-third of the length. This fuller on one side runs up under the mid-part of the cross, and the other stops about 3 cm short of it.

There is a very strange patination on this blade, showing that it has corroded in contact with something wrinkled, like fabric. This is strongly suggested by a band about 2" wide where it has clearly been wrapped round by a strip of woven material, maybe a belt. It does not look as if it has been in a scabbard.

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The plot was hatched at a ballroom in Boston on the evening of July 8, 1920.

Operation Nemesis was funded by donations from hundreds of wealthy businessmen and professionals across the US.

The assassins included a hodgepodge of young men from around the world – a shoe factory worker in Watertown, Massachusetts; an accountant in Syracuse, New York; a former reconnaissance scout with the Russian army; a gunrunner from Constantinople, and a soldier who once served in Persia.

And their mission was to avenge the 1.5 million victims of the Armenian genocide, the brutal extermination of an entire people by agents of the Ottoman empire during and after the first World War. 

Over the next few years, this cadre of assassins, agents and operatives tracked down and killed at least 11 former leaders of the empire who had a role in the genocide, a story recounted in playwright Eric Bogosian’s new book, “Operation Nemesis.”

The first to die was Talat Pasha, one of the triumvirate of pashas who had ruled the Ottoman Empire during the war. Wanted by international authorities for war crimes, the 47-year-old was hiding in Berlin under an assumed name and was pretending to be a businessman.

Pasha left his house, pulled on an overcoat and went for a walk to get some fresh air on the cool spring morning of March 15, 1921 in the city’s fashionable Charlottenburg neighborhood, writes Bogosian. 

Just ahead of him on the street was Soghomon Tehlirian, a gaunt 25-year-old Armenian who had lost 85 members of his family to the genocide. The young man had been in the city for months, learning German, studying maps of the city and desperately tracking Pasha’s steps. Erratic of health and overcome by emotion, Tellurian sometimes fainted while staking out the pasha’s fancy apartment building. 

The nerve-wracked Armenian returned to his apartment, closed the curtain and had fitful dreams of his dying mother.

At one point, he thought the pasha had fled the city. But on the morning of the 15th, he saw the pasha step onto his balcony, getting ready to head out. Tehlirian found his pistol, stuffed it in his pocket and prepared to follow his quarry.

As soon as Pasha left his building, Tehlirian followed him from the other side of the street for three blocks. When Tehlirian got ahead of him, he jogged across the street, quickly turned and started walking towards Pasha, searching the Turk’s eye. “Fear came into his eyes,” Tehlirian later wrote, as an “amazing calmness engulfed my being.” 

As he passed Pasha, Tehlirian drew his pistol, raised it to his neck and squeezed the trigger. The bullet passed right through his brain and he suffered a massive coronary – ”he fell on his face with a sound like branch sawed off a tree,” wrote Tehlirian.

After standing over the corpse in shock, dipping his toe in Pasha’s blood, Tehlirian gained his senses and ran away.

He was soon captured by a mob of Germans and dragged to a police station, shouting “What you want? I am Armenian, he, Turkish. What is it to you?”

Several months later, Tehlirian stood trial. One of his lawyers was an Armenian priest who had also survived the genocide and who argued that Tehlirian was mentally unsound as a result of the massacre of his countrymen, and could not really be held responsible for the murder of one of the genocide’s architects. 

"I do not consider myself guilty because my conscience is clear,” testified Tehlirian. ”I have killed a man. But I am not a murderer.” 

After deliberating for an hour, the jury returned with a verdict of not guilty.

The pace of the plot quickened. Several months later, a Muslim leader of Turkey who was involved in a massacre of Armenians in Baku in 1918 was shot and killed outside a hotel in Constantinople by another assassin. The killer was also freed after a two month trial, writes Bogosian.

And in December of 1921, the former Young Turk Grand Vizier of the Ottoman Empire was shot and killed as he was walking home near the Borghese Gardens in Rome. His assassin escaped arrest amid a huge manhunt across Italy.

The following spring in Berlin, Dr. Behaeddin Shakir, the former head of the Ottoman organization that oversaw the genocide, and a former governor-general of a province in Turkey, were both killed by a duo of Armenian assassins. Neither of them was ever caught.

At least five other Turkish leaders were killed by assassins, though many others responsible for organizing the genocide managed to slip out of Turkey and find safe harbor in Berlin, Rome and Moscow, writes Bogosian. 

A homeland for survivors in the Armenian provinces of Turkey was proposed by US President Woodrow Wilson. But it never happened – Turkey nationalists fought off forces that tried to occupy that territory. Hundreds of thousands of refugees set up a short-lived Republic of Armenia in a sliver of land in the Caucasus but it was soon taken over by the Soviets.

As for Tehlirian, he moved to Serbia and married a fellow Armenian, and they both soon moved to Belgium. Finally, in the 1950s, the couple moved to San Francisco, where he died in 1960. 

He is buried at a cemetery in Fresno, where his monument is marked by an obelisk topped by a gold-plated eagle killing a snake. The artist who designed the memorial later said the eagle was “the arm of justice of the Armenian people extending their wrath onto Talat Pasha” (who was represented by the snake).

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Just the thought of mold is something that makes many people involuntarily shudder. Yet there is more to it than meets the eye – particularly if you are lucky enough to see Kim Fleming’s remarkable macrophotography.  Up close we are witness to an enigmatic and beautiful alien world on our own doorstep.

This strange and wonderful thing is Hemitrichia calyculata.  It typically has stalked sporocarps.  These are fruiting bodies which contain sporangia – the mold version of seeds.  They look like the weird plants that featured in numerous 1950s science fiction B-movies.  Or maybe even some strange alien egg pods, left to be discovered by innocent space travelers.  No need to worry, though – at most they reach two and a half millimeters in height.


This is tubifera ferruginosa, but those in the know like to call it the red raspberry slime, for obvious reasons - even though it dulls with age.  Its fruitbodies are bunched together like the fruit and they typically form through June till November.  The above specimen is about one centimeter across and these can form up to fifteen centimeters.  No danger that they will take over the world then!  The one above is immature; later on it will grow to look like a bunch of miniature cigars (bottom).

These look as if they should be in an aquarium somewhere, rather than on a piece of wood.  Many people confuse slime molds with fungi and it is true that they do regularly form spore bearing structures that look like those of the real thing.  However, unlike fungi, slime mold does not penetrate the wood on which it forms.

When the kids leave home, it is at last time to relax a little.  This specimen is cribraria cancellata and the spore cases are empty.  This beautifully taken shot makes them look almost ethereal in the white light.  The spores would have been a reddish purple color but have long since been released to the wind.  This one can reach a massive four millimeters in height.

Anyone for a popsicle?  Forming structures called plasmodia, slime molds take in particle foods in the same way that amoeboid way.  Things that make you go mmm, number five hundred and seventy six.  This plasmodia creeps over the surface of (often) wood and engulfs bacteria, fungi spores and tiny plants.   Now, this is beginning to sound like something out of a science fiction film!

As the travelers traversed the Canyons of Cailos, they came across what could only have been the habitat of the original inhabitants of the planet Zorg.  It may be easy to get carried away, but this is in fact a species of stemonitis.  These are usually chocolate covered slime that form thin cigar like stems which support the spore bearing structure.

This is known as the wasp nest slime mold, or if you meet it at a formal dinner party, then it would be Metatrichia vesparium.  The spores do very much resemble eggs.  When the plasmodia forms in to a spore bearing structure, like the above, the spores (or sporangia) inside it compress tightly together.  This forms what is then called a pseudoaethalium.  They are often on stalks, like most of the ones we have seen so far.  They can also be what is called sessile.  This simply means they have no stalks.  In fact the leaves on trees, when they have no stalks can also be referred to as sessile.

Here are some fine examples of sessile slime mold.  They are accompanied by a fire-colored beetle larva.  If only Roald Dahl was still alive – he would have a field day with all of these ‘things’.  A follow up to James and the Giant Peach would perhaps be on the cards!

This would be incredibly scary if it were any more than a few millimeters in length.  It is quite
simply amazing that beautifully eerie structures like this occur in nature right underneath our noses and that we so often overlook them.

There is nothing like some fresh sporangia with your eggs and bacon in the morning!  This is Stemonits Gled, otherwise known as the chocolate tube slime.  They look like a set of sparklers, just waiting to be lit when the fireworks go off.

Kuriositas would like to thank Kim Fleming for her kind permission to share these photographs with you. Please visit her superlative Photostream on Flickr where you can see the rest of her amazing pictures, mostly taken within an 86 acre plot of land that includes creeks, a pond, woods and field in Abbeville County, South Carolina.

At least 970 people have died as Nepal suffered its worst earthquake for more than 80 years, with deaths also reported in India, Tibet and Bangladesh.

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Dumplings! Can’t live without ‘em! We even dedicated a whole month to ‘em! It’s no surprise that we have an abundance of dumpling photography on luckypeach.com. Here are some of our favorites, with credit to the photographer. 

Beggar’s Purses, courtesy of Barry Wine.
Mission Chinese Lamb Dumplings by Mary-Frances Heck
Steam-Fried Dumplings by Carolyn Phillips
Four-Legged Dumplings by Anna Hezel

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Picnic at Hanging Rock (Peter Weir, 1975). 

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Dolls’ house of Petronella Oortman, Anonymous, c. 1686 - c. 1710

A Comprehensive List Of Everything Karl Lagerfeld Hates - Four Pins:

Okay, fine, other publications and blogs have done this sort of list before, but, honestly, no one has gone to the extent that we just did. Those other pubs, esteemed in their own right, all had to slap a number on

“So what is the moral calculus that goes into deciding who can and cannot drink in India?”

Michael Snyder investigates that question and finds that the answer is far from simple. 

Illustration by Thoka Maer.