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Restored film of San Francisco’s Market Street version of a film shot on April 14, 1906, four days before the Great Earthquake, and the attempt to colorize and sharpen the video-converted film.

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I keep hate-reading plague literature from the medieval era, but as depressed as it makes me there is always one historical tidbit that makes me feel a little bittersweet and I like to revisit it. That’s the story of the village of Eyam.

Eyam today is a teeny tiny town of less than a thousand people. It has barely grown since 1665 when its population was around 800.

Where the story starts with Eyam is that in August 1665 the village tailor and his assistant discovered that a bolt of cloth that they had bought from London was infested with rat fleas. A few days later on September 7th the tailor’s assistant George Viccars died from plague.

Back then people didn’t fully understand how disease spread, but they knew in a basic sense that it did spread and that the spread had something to do with the movement of people.

So two religios leaders in the town, Thomas Stanley and William Mompesson, got together and came up with a plan. They would put the entire village of Eyam under quarantine. And they did. For over a year nobody went in and nobody went out.

They put up signs on the edge of town as warning and left money in vinegar filled basins that people from out of town would leave food and supplies by.

Over the 14 months that Eyam was in quarantine 260 out of the 800 residents died of plague. The death toll was high, the cost was great.

However, they did successfully prevent the disease from spreading to the nearby town of Sheffield, even then a much bigger town, and likely saved the lives of thousands of people in the north of England through their sacrifice.

So I really like this story, because it’s a sad story, because it’s also a beautiful story. Instead of fleeing everyone in this one place agreed that they would stay, and they saved thousands of people. They stayed just to save others and I guess it’s one of those good stories about how people have always been people, for better or worse.

It gets better.

Here’s the thing. One third of the residents of Eyam died during their quarantine, but the Black Plague was known to have a NINETY PERCENT death rate. As high as the toll was, it wasn’t as high as it should have been. And a few hundred years later, some historians and doctors got to wondering why.

Fortunately, Eyam is one of those wonderful places that really hasn’tchanged much in hundreds of years. Researchers, going to visit, found that many of the current residents were direct descendants of the plague survivors from the 1600s. By doing genetic testing, they learned that a high number of Eyam residents carried a gene that made them immune to the plague. And still do.

And it gets even better than that, because the gene that blocks the Black Plague? Also turns out to block AIDS, and was instrumental in helping to find effective medication for people who have HIV and AIDS in the 21st century.

Here is a lovely, well-produced documentary about Eyam and its disease resistance. It’s a little under an hour. Trigger warning for general disease and epidemic-type stuff, but also, maybe it will help you have some hope in these alarmly uncertain times.

Eyam, it turns out, is pronounced “Eem” not “Ee-yam”, so I’ve been doing it wrong for years.

A BBC TV production of the play “The Roses of Eyam” is on YouTube.

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man yall the interpersonal drama in ancient rome was something else like. there was a guy named crassus who had a pet eel and was so sad when it died that he gave it a funeral, and when another dude named domitius ahenobarbus made fun of him for throwing an eel funeral, crassus was like “oh so this is coming from the guy who’s buried three of his wives and not even shed a single tear about it.” wish i could’ve been in the room for that one

“We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.”

Two Women DancingIndia, Mughal, c. 17th CenturyOpaque watercolors and gold on paper

Two Women Dancing

India, Mughal, c. 17th Century

Opaque watercolors and gold on paper


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Now I bet most of you have heard of the famous ‘Coming of Age Day’ (Seijin no Hi・成人の日) which celebrates youths transition into adulthood at the tender age of 20. But here is a celebration which I have noticed most people outside of Japan are not so familiar with, 7-5-3 (Shichi-Go-San・七-五-三) which happens every year on November 15.

7-5-3 (Shichi-Go-San・七-五-三) is day which both celebrates and prays for the growth of healthy children. The significance of the ages 7, 5 and 3 are that they are the celebrated milestone years for children in Japan. Much like how many eastern countries celebrate certain ages, i.e. 3, 10, 13 and 16.

The reasons for these particular ages, dates back to the “medieval” times of samurai and aristocrats families (web-japan.org), these ages saw the following:

  • 3 years old: Both boys and girls of 3 years stopped having their hair shaven and were permitted to grow their hair out.
  • 5 years old: Boys of 5 years could don a ‘hakama’ in public for the first time.
  • 7 years old: Girl could begin using an ‘obi’ sash to tie their kimonos instead of the cords at the age of 7.

By the time of the Edo period (1603-1868) the ‘common’ folk of Japan were also celebrating these customs and began to visit shrines with prayers and offering for their children’s healthy growth. This custom/celebration is not a part of a holiday thus people celebrating this day can often be seen at the shrine the weekend before or after November 15th(ginkoya.com).

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Mammals both produce milk and have hair. Ergo, a coconut is a mammal.

I know you’re being facetious, but this is an actual issue with morphology-based phylogeny.

*leans over and whispers to person beside me* what are they talking about

*holds up plucked chicken* BEHOLD, A MAN

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Photographer: Frank HurleyYear: UnknownLocation: PalestineDescription: Transportation of weapons and

Photographer:Frank Hurley

Year:Unknown

Location:Palestine

Description:Transportation of weapons and war supplies to Australian troops down a road with the view of the Jordan Valley in the background.

Source: Mitchell Library, State Library of New South Wales


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Photographer: Sergey Prokudin-GorskyYear: 1915Location: Kyappesel’ga, RussiaDescription: Austro-Hung

Photographer:Sergey Prokudin-Gorsky

Year:1915

Location:Kyappesel’ga, Russia

Description:Austro-Hungarian war captives pose with their Russian camp guards for a photograph in front of their wooden barrack at a prisoner of war camp in Kyappesel’ga, Russia. The prisoners are flanked on the left by two Russian soldiers, one of whom is shouldering a rifle, and on the right by a gendarme in a black uniform.

Source:Library of Congress/World Digital Library


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Photographer: Frank HurleyYear: 1918Location: Belah, PalestineDescription: The campsite of the Austr

Photographer:Frank Hurley

Year:1918

Location:Belah, Palestine

Description:The campsite of the Australian 4th Light Horse Brigade situated amongst the sand hills in Belah, Palestine on February 1918.

Source:Mitchell Library, State Library of New South Wales


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Photographer: Frank HurleyYear: 1917Location: PalestineDescription: Fighter planes parked outside th

Photographer:Frank Hurley

Year:1917

Location:Palestine

Description:Fighter planes parked outside the hangar of the 1st Squadron of the Australian Flying Corps in Palestine.

Source:Mitchell Library, State Library of New South Wales


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Photographer: Jean-Baptiste TournassoudYear: 1917Location: Pasly, FranceDescription: A collapsed bri

Photographer: Jean-Baptiste Tournassoud

Year:1917

Location: Pasly, France

Description: A collapsed bridge lies in ruins in Pasly, France during the war in the Aisne department.

Source:ECPAD


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Photographer: Jean-Baptiste TournassoudYear: 1917Location: FranceDescription: The snow-covered ruins

Photographer: Jean-Baptiste Tournassoud

Year:1917

Location: France

Description: The snow-covered ruins of a medieval church.

Source:ECPAD


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Photographer: Paul CastelnauYear: 1917Location: Saint-Folquin, FranceDescription: Curious children w

Photographer:Paul Castelnau

Year: 1917

Location: Saint-Folquin, France

Description: Curious children watch as the French Admiral Ronarc'h decorates his marines on a grassy field in the background, during a military ceremony in Saint-Folquin on September 10th, 1917.

Source:ECPAD


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Photographer: Jean-Baptiste TournassoudYear: UnknownLocation: AlgeriaDescription: Soldiers of the Fr

Photographer: Jean-Baptiste Tournassoud

Year:Unknown

Location:Algeria

Description: Soldiers of the French 3rd Zouaves Regiment do their laundry at a wash-house in Algeria.

Source:ECPAD


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Photographer: UnknownYear: 1919Location: London, United KingdomDescription: Large outdoor crowds and

Photographer:Unknown

Year:1919

Location: London, United Kingdom

Description: Large outdoor crowds and curious onlookers in flag-draped buildings watch as a procession of soldiers and tanks march and drive through the streets of Knightsbridge during the London Victory Parade on July 19th, 1919.

Source:Canadian Content/Mark Simner


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Photographer: UnknownYear: 1919Location: London, United KingdomDescription: A crowd gathers around t

Photographer: Unknown

Year:1919

Location:London, United Kingdom

Description: A crowd gathers around the streets and flag-draped buildings near Big Ben for the London Victory Parade on July 19th, 1919.

Source: Canadian Content/Mark Simner


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Photographer: Jean-Baptiste TournassoudYear: 1917Location: UnknownDescription:  Dia Bagou, a French 

Photographer: Jean-Baptiste Tournassoud

Year:1917

Location:Unknown

Description:  Dia Bagou, a French Senegalese soldier from the class of 1912, poses against a fence for an autochrome photograph by Jean-Baptiste Tournassoud.

Source:ECPAD


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I set off to find a hidden WW2 plane crash on the northmost tip of Vancouver Island. Join me for a road trip as I take a break from fiction to tell the true story of the Dakota 576.

• •  SONG, KYUNGIL  ▸  920825  ▸  UNEMPLOYED  • • A FUTURE STAR IN THE MAKING.What doesn’t kill you

• •  SONG, KYUNGIL  ▸  920825  ▸  UNEMPLOYED  • •
AFUTURE STAR IN THE MAKING.


What doesn’t kill you simply makes you stronger.


▸ ▸ ▸ BEGINNER STATISTICS.

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CHARISMA
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I HAVE BEEN  ▸ ▸ ▸  aimless.
I AM  ▸ ▸ ▸  purposeful.
I WILL BE  ▸ ▸ ▸  an explorer.


▸ ▸ ▸ WHO AM I.

• • His bow is stiff and awkward, and it’s clear to everyone that he isn’t accustomed to this yet. He tries to relax by smiling but all he manages to do is bare his teeth, and he can almost swear that he saw one of the lighting directors flinch at his “smile”. “Hi. My name is Kyungil. Song Kyungil, and I’m 25 years old. I’m a graduate of Sungkyul University as of 2014 and as of December 30th I’ve officially finished my Military conscription.”

▸ ▸ ▸ WHY AM I HERE.

• • “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t weird being out in the real world.” He emphasizes the words real world with air quotes. “In fact, it almost feels surreal to me not seeing some of the familiar faces i’ve grown accustomed to. Though not having to stand at attention, or get up at the break of dawn is nice, you kind of miss the sense of community that only the military can give you. In all honesty my aspirations are the same as anyone else in my shoes would be, just get use to living a simple civilian life again.“

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▸ ▸ ▸ WELCOME TO ROOKIES, SONG KYUNGIL !


• • • ROOKIES! is a closed, literate KRP that follows the triumphs and heartaches of original characters living in Seoul and trying to find their way in the competitive world of K-Pop. From the struggles of training to the moment they finally debut and beyond, ROOKIES! takes you on the journey from starry-eyed dreamer to idol star. THINK YOU’VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES TO MAKE IT TO THE TOP?  • • •


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