# Ural

[janmisali]

Letter Tournament: RAM'S HORN vs SMALL CAPITAL A

Ɤ (Ram's Horn)

SEED: 4

CODEPOINTS: U+026F LATIN SMALL LETTER RAMS HORN, U+A7CB LATIN CAPITAL LETTER RAMS HORN

BIO: the capital form of this letter was added into Unicode too recently to have a glyph in Noto Serif (my font of choice). it's just the lowercase form but bigger so you're not missing much.

ᴀ (Small Capital A)

SEED: 125

CODEPOINT: U+1D00 LATIN LETTER SMALL CAPITAL A

BIO: wouldn't you know it, it's another letter used in the Uralic Phonetic Alphabet.

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[discolesbo]

Unknown ancient languages in the area of modern day Finland

Before the arrival of Western Uralic languages, which eventually developed into the Sámi languages and Finnish, there were already earlier languages being spoken in the area of modern day Finland. These ancient languages are completely unknown to us; after all, their cultures did not write. However, some names and words from those languages still live on as they were loaned into Sámi and Finnish and are still in use.

The prevalence of these loan words is higher in Sámi than in Finnish: as much as third of the words in Sámi languages are of unknown origin. The Sámi linguist Ante Aikio has been able to find at least two different ancient languages which the Sámi languages loaned words from in the area. The southern language he has dubbed Paleo-Lakelandic, the northern one Paleo-Laplandic. Before the arrival of Western Uralic languages, there had already been human settlements in Finland for nearly 10 millenia.

The first wave of Western Uralic languages came from the group whose Western Uralic dialect eventually developed into the Proto-Sámic language. As established, they loaned a lot of words from these ancient languages in Finland. The Finnish language has a more complicated origin, geographically. I'll write it with a smaller font as it is kind of off-topic but if you're interested:

The sister of Proto-Sámic is Proto-Baltic Finnic, which was born when Western Uralic dialects west of modern day Central Russia split into Proto-Finnic and Mordvinic lanugages. At this state, they loaned words from the ancient language of the Comb-Ceramic culture. Some of Proto-Finnics started living together with the Indo-European Baltic speakers, resulting in the birth of the Proto-Baltic Finnic language. This community was bilingual; possibly even for a thousand years. This explains the massive amount of Baltic loan words in Finnish. This community also loaned words from the earlier languages of the Baltic (before the arrival of Baltic or Proto-Baltic Finnic languages), mainly names of different kinds of fish.

After this, the Proto-Baltic Finnic language spread over the gulf to Southern Finland and encountered ancient languages of Finland it borrowed words from. Eventually, it encountered (and mixed with) Proto-Sámic. This mixing resulted in the birth of Finnish (or rather, its different dialects) as its separate language. Similarly, in the more northern areas, the Proto-Sámic language split into the different Sámi languages of modern day.

This process was slow. In the 17th century, there were still the last speakers of a Sámi language in Kainuu, for example. However, they mixed with and switched to Finnish centuries ago. And similarly, there were possibly still pre-Sámi languages spoken in the north of Fennoscandia during the Medieval times. They switched to speaking Sámi, much like Sámi-speakers in more southern areas switched to speaking Finnish.

Some words (note these are educated guesses):

The words "kontio" (bear) and "nuotio" (campfire) possibly came to Finnish through Sámi, originally from Old Lakelandic. Also through Sámi, from Old Laplandic, are the words "mursu" (walrus), "norppa" (ringed seal), and "kiiruna" (rock ptarmigan).

Some words that were loaned from ancient languages directly to Proto-Finnish without the Sámi middleman include "niemi" (small peninsula), "saari" (island), and "vuori" (mountain, hill).

Many place names in Finland have names that seem to originate from ancient languages as well, such as Saimaa, Inari and Päijänne.

The text is translated and condensed from Ennen suomea ja saamea Suomen alueella puhuttiin lukuisia kadonneita kieliä — kielitieteilijät ovat löytäneet niistä jäänteitä (Prior to Finnish and Sámi, multiple lost languages were spoken in the area of Finland — linguists have found relicts of them).

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 40, vol. 18, 4 octobre 1896, Paris. Jaquette Salomé à 22 fr. Toque Tite à 5 fr. 95. Cravate écossaise de l'Oural à 20 fr. 95. Manchon assorti à 41 fr. 95. Vêtement Samson à 19 fr. 95. Canotier en feutre à 8 fr. 95. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Nous offrons en prime à nos charmantes lectrices deux vêtements qui, par leurs prix très avantageux, vont faire leurs délices.

We are offering as a bonus to our charming readers two items of clothing which, with their very advantageous prices, will delight them.

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(1.) Jaquette Salomè dernière création, en drap anglais très chaud et très souple au prix de 22 fr. 95 non doublée et 28 fr 95 doublée, polonaise de couleur ou noire. Cette magnifique jaquette se fait en tabac, gris clair et gris ardoise.

(1.) Salomè jacket, the latest creation, in very warm and very soft English cloth at the price of 22 fr. 95 unlined and 28 fr 95 lined, colored or black polonaise. This magnificent dust jacket is made in tobacco, light gray and slate gray.

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(2.) Collet Samson, façon tailleur en drap cuir, qualité supérieure, orné de baguettes piquées, au prix de 19 fr 95 non doublé, à 23 fr. 95 doublé polonaise de couleur ou noire. Ce collet se fait en noir et marine. Peur accompagner ces vêtements nous donnons: 1. Une gentille toque Tite en feutre orné de choux de velours en biais. Sur le côté gauche est posé un mignon petit oiseau noir. Les formes se font en noir, marine, tabac, beige et gris. Le velours est noir, marine, grenat, tabac, héliotrope, crème, rubis, vert d’eau, vert foncé et émeraude au choix. Prix: 5 fr. 95. — 2. Canotier en feutre, orné sur le côté d’un gros chou en beau ruban de satin soie et plumes couteaux. La calotte, entourée d’un biais de satin crème ou assorti au ruban, est bordée de velours noir en haut et en bas. Le ruban est, au choix, noir, marine, grenat, tabac, gris clair, héliotrope, vert foncé et crème. Les plumes sont assorties aux formes. Prix 8 fr. 95.

(2.) Samson cape, tailor-style in leather cloth, superior quality, decorated with stitched baguettes, priced at 19 fr 95 unlined, at 23 fr. 95 lined polonaise colored or black. This cape is done in black and navy. To accompany this item we give: 1. A nice felt Tite hat decorated with velvet puffs on the bias. On the left side is a cute little black bird. The shapes are in black, navy, tobacco, beige and gray. The velvet is black, navy, garnet, tobacco, heliotrope, cream, ruby, sea green, dark green and emerald to choose from. Price: 5 fr. 95. — 2. Felt boater, decorated on the side with a large cabbage in beautiful silk satin ribbon and knife feathers. The crown, surrounded by a bias of cream satin or matching the ribbon, is lined with black velvet at the top and bottom. The ribbon is available in black, navy, garnet, tobacco, light gray, heliotrope, dark green and cream. The feathers match the shapes. Price 8 fr. 95.

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(3.) Magnifique cravate écossaise en martre de l'Oural avec tête et flot formé par 5 queues. Prix 20 fr. 95. Manchon assorti 41 fr. 95.

(3.) Magnificent Scottish tie in Ural marten with head and flow formed by 5 tails. Price 20 fr. 95. Matching sleeve 41 fr. 95.

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Aucun envoi n’est fait contre remboursement; adresser mandat-poste à M. Orsoni, 3, rue de la Sablière, Paris. Les frais d’envoi en gare française sont compris dans les prix désignés ci-dessus. Pour la différence de frais de port, ajouter 0 fr. 50 pouf la Corse, l’Algérie, la Tunisie, la Suisse, la Belgique et l’Allemagne, 1 franc pour l’Espagne, le Portugal, la Hollande, l’Autriche et l’Angleterre, 1 fr. 50 pour la Roumanie et l’Egypte. Un délai de huit jours nous est nécessaire pour la bonne exécution des commandes de chapeaux et douze jours pour les vêtements. Mesures à donner: Pour la jaquette, 1. largeur du dos; 2. longueur du dos, prise du pied du col à la taille; 3. largeur du devant; 4. contour sous les bras, pris au plus fort) de la poitrine; 5. contour des hanches; 6. épaule; 7. tour de taille. Pour le collet: 1. encolure sur le col de la robe; 2. contour de poitrine en passant par dessus les bras.

No shipment is made against reimbursement; send money order to Mr. Orsoni, 3, rue de la Sablière, Paris. Shipping costs to French stations are included in the prices designated above. For the difference in shipping costs, add 0 fr. 50 pouf Corsica, Algeria, Tunisia, Switzerland, Belgium and Germany, 1 franc for Spain, Portugal, Holland, Austria and England, 1 fr. 50 for Romania and Egypt. We need eight days for the proper execution of orders for hats and twelve days for clothing. Measurements to be given: For the jacket, 1. width of the spine; 2. back length, foot take from collar to waist; 3. front width; 4. contour under the arms, taken at the fullest) of the chest; 5. hip contour; 6. shoulder; 7. waistline. For the cape: 1. neckline on the dress collar; 2. chest contour going over the arms.

[cyprianscafe]

O início do Jadidismo

Embora seja impossível datar o início do jadidismo na Ásia Central com precisão, no final do século a poesia em louvor ao teatro e à gimnaziia deu lugar a expressões de profunda insatisfação com o estado atual da sociedade da Ásia Central e apelos apaixonados por mudança. Em seu amplo esboço e sua ênfase na educação elementar, essa nova crítica foi inspirada por correntes de opinião semelhantes entre elites culturais emergentes em outras regiões muçulmanas do império russo. O termo "jadidismo" veio do novo método (ou seja, fonético) (usul-i jadid) de ensino do alfabeto árabe, pioneiro de Gasprinskii na Crimeia na década de 1880. Gasprinskii viajou amplamente entre as comunidades muçulmanas da Rússia europeia (ele visitou a Ásia Central duas vezes) espalhando sua mensagem. Além da reforma do maktab, ele defendeu a aquisição de conhecimento moderno, a criação de novas instituições cívicas e a melhoria da posição das mulheres na sociedade muçulmana. A partir de 1883, ele publicou sozinho o jornal Terjüman para propagar suas ideias. Após um começo indiferente, o novo método se espalhou entre as populações tártaras da Crimeia e da região do Volga-Ural. Esse sucesso foi ligado ao surgimento, após meados do século XIX, de uma classe média mercantil urbana entre os tártaros do Volga, que, vivendo no coração do império, foram diretamente afetados pela crescente mudança econômica na Rússia europeia. O último meio século do antigo regime viu uma explosão de atividade editorial entre os tártaros do Volga; a escolaridade moderna também se espalhou e novos gêneros de produção literária surgiram. Fenômenos semelhantes também se desenvolveram na Transcaucásia muçulmana.

A visão dos tártaros como os principais impulsionadores da reforma jadid na Ásia Central vem de duas fontes mutuamente antagônicas. Por um lado, está enraizada nos medos e suspeitas da burocracia russa do período. As autoridades russas no Turquestão sempre suspeitaram da influência tártara, perniciosa por definição, sobre seus novos pupilos. Kaufman tentou minimizar essa influência ao tentar proibir livros impressos tártaros de seu domínio; a falta de sucesso em tais tentativas apenas fortaleceu as suspeitas. Ostroumov reclamou a Gasprinskii em 1900: "Não posso, é claro, determinar o curso da história, mas sempre lamento que em três séculos e meio os tártaros tenham permanecido distantes dos russos e … passado seu distanciamento para outros inorodtsy da fé muçulmana." Sentimentos semelhantes são legião na correspondência oficial do período. Estudiosos, tanto soviéticos quanto ocidentais, tendem a aceitar essa visão oficial como um reflexo preciso de uma realidade que era muito mais complexa. Essa imagem da influência tártara também se encaixava bem com a autoimagem de muitos tártaros, que se viam como os líderes naturais da comunidade muçulmana no império russo. Era sua missão despertar a Ásia Central para a causa da reforma, e muitos presumiram que seriam capazes de ditar os termos desse despertar. No final das contas, no entanto, os tártaros escreveram para um público tártaro, no qual os centro-asiáticos ocupavam um lugar marginal, e, como suas respostas indicam, os jadids da Ásia Central estavam totalmente cientes desse fato.

The Politics of Muslim Cultural Reform: Jadidism in Central Asia - Adeeb Khalid

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Calls: Prosody of Uralic languages: symposium at the Congressus XIV Internationalis Fenno-Ugristarum

Call for Papers: The abstract submission to CIFU14 is open until 30 September 2024. Abstracts must be submitted as an anonymised attachment (preferably word and pdf file) to cifu14@ut.ee. Please also indicate in your email that your abstract is being submitted to the symposium of the Prosody of Uralic languages. Abstracts must be written in English and may not exceed 2 pages, including references; font size 12, line spacing 1.5, margins 2.5 cm everywhere, A4 paper (see more details on abstract http://dlvr.it/T9KqPd

[georgegraphys]

part 2 of user georgegraphys imagining george in other f1 team outfits. take this lightly. it's all imo

Haas: had to see what kmag and hulk wears day to day😭 but George gonna slay in this. Haas kept the design simple and stay true to the black, white and red concept. I love the jacket design on the left. Can see George slaying on that. This ⬇️ gon be 8/10

racing suits and fireproofs? No 💙 But this is better than Mazepin era Haas where that ugly Ural Kali logo is there. The current one stay true to red white black concept (i think haas fits red white black colour scheme than blue white one), the logo placement is not bad but can't see george slaying in this (his face still gonna save the whole thing tho) 6/10. Mid. George face card saving the fits tho

Aston Martin: If george can make petronas green beautiful, he can make aston martin green amazing. I think aston martin is one of the teams that is really creative with their fashion line (rb the least sorry). I dislike alonso's jacket on the left but lance's jacket is a slay for george (esp if he unzip the top zipper 👀). team shirt is amazing. Staying true to their white and green concept.

Racing suit and fireproofs is a yes. I love how "aramco" and "cognizant" font just clicks together (some teams' sponsor fonts ruin the clothes cuz they dont match). That big ass AM logo on the fireproof? YES. Not a fan of those big logo but George can wear these fits and slay AM green (i have proof for that)

Darker shade but aston martin is a yes for him. 8.5/10 for AM

Ferrari: MIXED FEELINGS. I'm sorry to ferrari george supporters but this thing is 2nd worse after mclaren. Ferrari's fits are authentic and screams FORZA FERRARI to anyone who wears it. The mix between red, black, yellow and slight white are very good combos but for george? No. I cannot imagine george in this

Ferrari fits can scream SCUDERIA FERRARI and McDonalds at the same time. Besides the last time we saw george in a bright red fit, he look goofy but pookie always handsome tho ❤️

He looks cute but red is my least fav look on him. But two things. If there are two things george would look good abt ferrari things. It's this

these jackets and that black fireproof. ABSOLUTELY INSANE. Ferrari fits overall 9/10. But if george wears that 7.5/10. Again face card saves him. But this ⬇️ won't even get saved by his face card. It looks piss-y yellow. This one is -10/10

Alfa Romeo: This yes. Black colour is for GEORGEEEE. I swear Alfa Romeo release one of the best fashion merch. Like??? SLAY?? I love the jacket + hat on top right. Reminds me of the tie dye merc merch george wears (and he slayed wearing that!!) I think AR logo is also very pretty + the fonts too

This ⬇️ no. Hate the white. Makes them look like ice cream sandwich. Overall 8.5/10. George would slay this

Alpha Tauri: Mid. I mean they stick with the white dark blue scheme but it's plain mid. However, i don't see how george would fail this. From shirts, jackets, racing suit and fireproofs. George wpuld slay this mid outfit and i'll give it a 7/10 (yukierre pics ☺️)

Bonus:

Mercedes i'm begging to put George in white again. He slays black/petronas green look but white!!

For anyone failing to imagine George in RB suit. I found this from a youtube thumbnail long time ago. I am fine with RB racing suits but the brand logo colours makes it look cheap.

i had a dream about george in an aston martin shirt (idk what happened) but imma rate (based on my imagination) george in other team's clothings:

-Mercedes: Love their sponsor/brand logos placement, good white and black colour logos which is basic and also classy at the same time, their trademark is honestly "PETRONAS" and it's kinda hot tbh. It fits George simple but classy outfit choice sometimes which is why he looks the best on merc merch no matter how mid they are. Merc always keeps it simple but classy 9.5/10

-Red Bull: I have mixed opinion abt this. George would look good on their main dark blue colour BUT the sponsor/brand logos kinda ruin it with their flashy dominant yellow-red colours😭😭. Plus those big ass bulls. Can't fully imagine the image of george on that. But George would look great in some of the more simple shirts like this:

but George in a red bull shirt/racing suit would be so 👹💪 give that villainous scary aura ig. 7.5/10

Williams: Same as merc. The base colour is good. I love how they place their brands and logos on the shirts/racing suit. It's not too flashy and contrary to him looking villainous in red bull's dark blue, a lighter shade of blue like williams' would make him look ✨👼. 8.5/10

McLaren: Sorry to say but i hate their racing suit & fireproofs design.. IT'S LIKE THEY JUST SLAP THE LOGO EVERYWHERE + the colours messy 😭. They look like fcking human billboards. The merch is nice and simple. The orange is so mclaren but it's funny to imagine george in papaya colours 🤣🤣. He would pull it off looking a bit goofy ig. 4/10

(will do more later)

[husbandogoddess]

Nat(urally) Me

What is Nat(urally) Me?

Made in two months for Trans Representation Jam 2022, Nat(urally) Me is a short and fun story about self-discovery and finding friends who will accept you for who you are.

"Recovering from their latest adventure, a group of misfit heroes decides to hang out at a tavern to celebrate a job well done. That is until they hear that there's a mission available in the Adventurer's Guild where if they complete the mission, they'll be able to get 10,000 gold. The catch? They have to slay a deadly dragon! Despite two of the wiser members of the group thinking they should skip the mission, the rest of the group—fueled by money and bloodshed—vote to go on the adventure. Democracy!

While at the Adventurer's Guild, the group meets a timid warlock dwarf who goes by the name of Borald who has something to prove. Together, they all go on an adventure that they won't soon forget."

You can download the game for free on itch!

Features

Accessibility features:

Atkinson Hyperlegible font

Open Dyslexic font

Self-voicing (Press V to enable)

20k words (Roughly 2 hours of playtime)

Characters of different sexualities and gender identities!

Two endings to the adventure!

6 CGs to unlock!

Content Warnings

Nat(urally) Me contains cursing, gender dysphoria, references to blood (in text only), violence, and implied transphobia. Please be advised while playing.

[hydralisk98]

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Hexes Selectric:

Focus: Knowledge exploration with aesthetic slideshows

Aesthetics: Soft grunge with yet dark-ish components (Versatile theme packs with my color scheme)

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Friday 27 September 1839 Travel Journal

7 5/..

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fine morning F38 ¾ now at 9 5/.. – breakfast over at 10 25/.. – out at 10 50/.. to the mines – there at 11 5/.. but 20 minutes hunting after Mr. Sokoleff the doorkeeper sending us to his house – at the mines again at 11 25/.. malachite ½ ton worth 1000 Rubels per pood –

1 pood = 40lbs – now worth 300 Rub. a pood –

1 piece of native gold = 24lbs. + 54 zelotnisks vide Kupffer p. 155 a large piece of native gold found in Brazil) = the Russian piece = 2500 Rubels

1 piece of platina = 10lbs. + 72 zelotniks worth about 400 Rubels –

Kupffers’ geological travels in Siberia. 1 vol.

the beryl = 150,000 Rubels – found in the Urals in 1829. weighs 6lbs. + 113 zolotniks = model of gold mine in [Germ] and Orenburg – gold mine 74 fts. deep – Olonetz [Olonets] lake – 7 ft. deep – 21 ft. deep of water the deepest from which one gets up the iron – the iron free from 1 souffre and phosphore – excellent

SH:7/ML/TR/14/0023

September Friday 17 – for cannon – the model of descent by ladders into a deep mine, from Kalusthal [Clausthal-Zellerfeld] in Hanover – 3 or 4 German miles from Göttingen Mr. Fox (vid. Kupffers’ mention of Fox’s observations on the temperature of Cornish mines) would give a great deal for this model – Came away at 1 5/.. much obliged to our friend ‘major of the Russian mining body Alexander Ozersky Esquire gave the man at the out-door 3 twenty kop. silver pieces no Whitaker – returned without him – home at 1 20/.. – had Mrs. Wilson – what to do – Whitaker arrived – then out again about 2 – at the library at 2 ½ le chef est Monsieur A. d’Olenin, Conseiller privé [?], membre du conseil d’état

Atkinson, Bibliothécaire (monder works) Popoff Bibliothécaire ex-Prof

to see the library Tuesday and Friday from 10 to 2 – the professor we 1st saw – has the care of the classical works – and he introduced us to Mr. Edouard de Moralt who happened to be in his own department among the mss. shewed us the rare ones – pointed at the Errors of Handbook shewed us the codex and the copy written by Louis 14. when a boy as under –

‘L’hommage est deut aux Roys

ils font ce quil leur plaist’

September Friday 27 the codex called Ostromir (Handbook vide p. 175) from the private person called Ostromir who resided at Novgorod – date 1056. on mentioning the Hermitage catalogue Mr. de M- said he had asked M. Labrisky for one for someone but L- ‘faisait des mines’ and said the person had best ask for himself – the vierge d’Albe cost 125,000 rubels – came away at 4. then chez Graeff – Kupffer 1 vol. 8vo. with plates (folio atlas of) 62/. but bought only the text 1 vol. with maps 14/. home at 4 ¾ - Whitaker sorry for having been out of the way – paid him for the 10 days we have had him including today 50/. – sat reading Kupffer till dinner at 6 – and afterwards reading till tea at 9 50/.. – meant to have written to Lady Stuart (on which account did not have Nouvel) but could not leave my book and sat reading A- at my elbow writing her journal – had Grotza – sat reading till 11 10/.. – fine day – then with A- and sat talking till 11 ¾ - then sat down to write to Lady S- in vain – not one idea would come into my head – not in the humour for writing –

[rustyshop]

2014 Ural CT Coffee Racer

Fonte - SEE SEE Motorcycle (copyright)

[languidschizoid]

@psychotic-pisces

Thought you might be interested in some cyclothymia info

(Everything with a "normal" font is a quote, except possible typos)

DSM-V Diagnostic Criteria

"A. For at least 2 years (at least 1 year in children and adolescents) there have been nu­merous periods with hypomanic symptoms that do not meet criteria for a hypomanic episode and numerous periods with depressive symptoms that do not meet criteria for a major depressive episode.

B.During the above 2-year period (1 year in children and adolescents), the hypomanic and depressive periods have been present for at least half the time and the individual has not been without the symptoms for more than 2 months at a time.

C. Criteria for a major depressive, manic, or hypomanic episode have never been met.

D.The symptoms in Criterion A are not better explained by schizoaffective disorder, schizophrenia, schizophreniform disorder, delusional disorder, or other specified or un­specified schizophrenia spectrum and other psychotic disorder.

E.The symptoms are not attributable to the physiological effects of a substance (e.g., a drug of abuse, a medication) or another medical condition (e.g., hyperthyroidism).

F. The symptoms cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupa­tional, or other important areas of functioning."

Differential Diagnosis:

DSM-V Criteria for a hypomanic episode (must never be met)

A. A distinct period of abnormally and persistently elevated, expansive, or irritable mood and abnormally and persistently increased activity or energy, lasting at least 4 consec­utive days and present most of the day, nearly every day.

B.During the period of mood disturbance and increased energy and activity, three (or more) of the following symptoms have persisted (four if the mood is only irritable), represent a no­ticeable change from usual behavior, and have been present to a significant degree:

1.Inflated self-esteem or grandiosity.

2.Decreased need for sleep (e.g., feels rested after only 3 hours of sleep).

3.More talkative than usual or pressure to keep talking.

4.Flight of ideas or subjective experience that thoughts are racing.

5.Distractibility (i.e., attention too easily drawn to unimportant or irrelevant external stimuli), as reported or observed.

6.Increase in goal-directed activity (either socially, at work or school, or sexually) or psychomotor agitation. Excessive involvement in activities that have a high potential for painful conse­quences (e.g., engaging in unrestrained buying sprees, sexual indiscretions, or foolish business investments).

C.The episode is associated with an unequivocal change in functioning that is uncharac­teristic of the individual when not symptomatic.

D.The disturbance in mood and the change in functioning are observable by others.

E.The episode is not severe enough to cause marked impairment in social or occupa­tional functioning or to necessitate hospitalization.If there are psychotic features, the episode is, by definition, manic.

F.The episode is not attributable to the physiological effects of a substance (e.g., a drug of abuse, a medication or other treatment).

Note: A full hypomanic episode that emerges during antidepressant treatment (e.g., medication, electroconvulsive therapy) but persists at a fully syndromal level beyond the physiological effect of that treatment is sufficient evidence for a hypomanic episode diagnosis.However, caution is indicated so that one or two symptoms (particularly in­creased irritability, edginess, or agitation following antidepressant use) are not taken as sufficient for diagnosis of a hypomanic episode, nor necessarily indicative of a bi­polar diathesis.

Criteria for a major depressive episode (must never be met)

A. Five (or more) of the following symptoms have been present during the same 2-week period and represent a change from previous functioning; at least one of the symptoms is either (1 ) depressed mood or (2) loss of interest or pleasure.

Note: Do not include symptoms that are clearly attributable to a medical condition.

1.Depressed mood most of the day, nearly every day, as indicated by either subjec­tive report (e.g., feels sad, empty, or hopeless) or observation made by others (e.g., appears tearful).(Note: In children and adolescents, can be irritable mood.)

2.Markedly diminished interest or pleasure in all, or almost all, activities most of the day, nearly every day (as indicated by either subjective account or observation).

3.Significant weight loss when not dieting or weight gain (e.g., a change of more than 5% of body weight in a month), or decrease or increase in appetite nearly every day.(Note: In children, consider failure to make expected weight gain.)

4.Insomnia or hypersomnia nearly every day.

5.Psychomotor agitation or retardation nearly every day (observable by others; not merely subjective feelings of restlessness or being slowed down).

6.Fatigue or loss of energy nearly every day.

7. Feelings of worthlessness or excessive or inappropriate guilt (which may be delu­sional) nearly every day (not merely self-reproach or guilt about being sick).

8.Diminished ability to think or concentrate, or indecisiveness, nearly every day (ei­ther by subjective account or as observed by others).

9.Recurrent thoughts of death (not just fear of dying), recurrent suicidal ideation with­out a specific plan, a suicide attempt, or a specific plan for committing suicide.

B.The symptoms cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupa­tional, or other important areas of functioning.

C.The episode is not attributable to the physiological effects of a substance or another medical condition.

Note: Responses to a significant loss (e.g., bereavement, financial ruin, losses from a nat­ural disaster, a serious medical illness or disability) may include the feelings of intense sad­ness, rumination about the loss, insomnia, poor appetite, and weight loss noted in Criterion A, which may resemble a depressive episode.Although such symptoms may be under­standable or considered appropriate to the loss, the presence of a major depressive episode in addition to the normal response to a significant loss should be carefully considered.This decision inevitably requires the exercise of clinical judgment based on the individual’s history and the cultural norms for the expression of distress in the context of loss.

The WHO's ICD-11 browser about cyclothymia:

Cyclothymic disorder is characterized by a persistent instability of mood over a period of at least 2 years, involving numerous periods of hypomanic (e.g., euphoria, irritability, or expansiveness, psychomotor activation) and depressive (e.g., feeling down, diminished interest in activities, fatigue) symptoms that are present during more of the time than not. The hypomanic symptomatology may or may not be sufficiently severe or prolonged to meet the full definitional requirements of a hypomanic episode (see Bipolar type II disorder), but there is no history of manic or mixed episodes (see Bipolar type I disorder). The depressive symptomatology has never been sufficiently severe or prolonged to meet the diagnostic requirements for a depressive episode (see Bipolar type II disorder). The symptoms result in significant distress or significant impairment in personal, family, social, educational, occupational or other important areas of functioning.

[The biggest difference seems to be that the DSM definition excludes people with full-blown hypomanic episodes, while the ICD doesn't]

[junkyardlynx]

Pt. 12

The pale sun bled through rusted holes in the sheet metal, luminous shafts of light falling into the somewhat dilapidated building. I awoke slowly, my body sore and drained. It took me a minute to register the softness and warmth pressed firmly against my cheek and nose. 

I was hunched over the table where I’d performed my impromptu auto-surgery, back bent and crooked at an awkward angle, but my head was lightly held against Sarisa’s stomach. Her diaphragm rose and fell in smooth, gentle motions, tempting me back to sleep. I succumbed, nuzzling my nose against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. They really needed to make women’s clothes thicker and more hardy. I’m sure she got ripped off for this. 

As I closed my eyes, ready to sleep just a little more, my thoughts drifted back to myself and the current situation. Seems like wakefulness would keep it’s hold on me for now. My own magic was heavily depleted and my body was sluggish in healing it’s wounds. Well, wound. The really big one I made myself. Though it was at a pace quicker than the average man’s, it was still too slow for my liking. I estimated that without a font of power, a leyline, or a collection of materials to consume, it’d take me roughly three days to be back in top shape. 

I hated this weakness that permeated my cold limbs. I was reasonably sure that if she wasn’t holding my head, I’d be shivering uncontrollably. Every cell in my body screamed for rest and rejuvenation, but it wasn’t really an option. Someone had engineered this path for us, and even if they didn’t expect us to survive, they’d probably have a contingency plan in place. Like some sort of assassin sent to eliminate us or something. 

Somehow, it was hard to care. 

Part of me wanted to give up.

I’d lost my comfortable every day life AND the exciting sorcerer’s path before me in a single day. My existence was the catalyst for some dark awakening of an incalculable threat. I couldn’t even keep Sarisa safe. All I had after that was this anger in my heart, this smoldering fury that replaced my heartbeat. I remembered how I reveled in the kill, when I bit and tore like an animal.

This time, I really did shudder. I felt Sarisa move a little underneath me, clinging to my head in her sleep like a favorite pillow. I didn’t move away.  

I didn’t wanna be like that. I didn’t want to be a killer. I was cavalier about violence when it came to those that instigated it, but there was a line I never crossed. Even in my most cruel and cold moments, I never flat-out enjoyed it. Yesterday wasn’t the first time I killed. It wasn’t something new to me. To live with magic was to live with death and destruction. It was to know the cause of things like “unexplained disappearances” and “freak accidents”. You learned to shut out the guilt and the torment and the unending grief at taking the life of another living being in self-defense.

You learned to defend yourself or you died. 

I learned.

I was thirteen when I took my first life. 

My dad and I were on a “trip” over summer break, training up in the mountains. The Ural Mountains, to be precise. The whole trip had been a spur of the moment idea, brought to life when I came into my father’s sanctum to ask where we were going for my next stage of training. My father had been reading a book titled  Гибель тургруппы Дятлова, which I would learn read something along the lines of “Death of the Dyatlov Tourists.” Apparently, the incident took place sometime in 1959 and involved a group of hikers dying mysterious deaths on the М��ртвая вершина, which apparently meant “Dead Mountain.” I couldn’t read Cyrillic and didn’t speak Russian, but I spent the flight on my father’s tablet, looking up everything I could about the incident. It said that the mountain was named because of the lack of hunting game, but to me, it always seemed like an oddly morbid choice. Surely there were other features to name a mountain after.

We had set up camp in the same area as the Dyatlov group had, though we had a far easier time because, well. None of their group members could levitate or conjure fireballs. Or they chose not to for the challenge, I don’t know. I was thirteen. Anyway. My father established a cozy base camp (complete with an extremely large and fantastically orange outpost tent) and set up a small sanctum, indicating that this was where we’d be spending my entire summer break. I was overtly excited, having read the embellished accounts of what happened in this area in detail. I guess I thought I’d be the one to figure out what had really happened and blast whatever it was back to hell. Sarisa tried the same thing with me when I got home because it turned out she missed me and spent the summer trying to get Thomas to go looking for me. Almost succeeded, if not for the fact that they were turned away at the ticket gate because her mother found out about the purchase on her card. Anyway. 

I was enjoying my first mug of coffee before it happened. My actual first mug of coffee. We’d just finished elemental channeling and dad decided I deserved a little gift for my progress. Honestly, it sucked, but I loved my dad and all his weird habits, so I drank it. I snuck a little more sugar and creamer in every time he’d take a break from his research on the area to get up to check something outside, though. 

I found out what he was checking for when a blast of lightning tore a hole through our tent’s door and opened the top up to the sky. It was followed by a series of loud shouts in Russian. Emirus clicked his tongue and looked at me over his mug that said “#1 Wizard Daddy”. 

“A warning shot is it? Ah, my boy, this is a lesson for you! Never discharge deadly magic as a mere threat. If you shoot something that can kill, you aim to kill!”

In retrospect my father’s words probably should have chilled me, but in that moment, they excited me. My dad was a giddy kid and that infected me. I was thirteen and pretty sure I was invincible. 

Dad put on what he’d affectionately call his “war face” and took the dramatic entrance, levitating himself out of the hole in the tent not with pure magic power, but with static discharge. Lances of thunder crackled off his body and he regarded our guests with sheer contempt. Pointing a finger at a wire of a man in full snow gear, probably in his late thirties to early forties, my father spoke.

Dad looked a lot like Dracula from those Castlevania games, now that I think about it. I’d stepped outside with my hot mug in my hands, sipping it and watching the proceedings. I felt strangely detached from it all, like I knew nothing was going to happen. 

“I’m trying to teach my son about an important piece of recent history! What business does the Russian government have with us? We were enjoying a sensible moment of father-son bonding.”

I still can’t believe to this day that he regarded a commando unit of Russian sorcerers like he was the one being inconvenienced. I mean, I can, but who does that? My dad, I guess.

“Emirus Culaine, you and yours have trespassed upon land under the governance of the Russian konfederatsiya koldunov. All outside investigation and exploration of the Dyatlov Pass must be processed by said confederacy of sorcerers.”

“Oh, you didn’t get the request? I put it in months ago. I had this planned for a while, you see.” 

My father, still dramatically crackling like a god of thunder in the air, scratched his chin. Holy shit dad, I can tell you’re lying. They probably can too.

“We have no records of this. I will have to ask you to vacate the premises immediately and turn over any research materials you may have produced in this time.”

As the commander spoke, I regarded the soldiers that had begun to take up firing positions around the camp. A sixth sense - honed by training with my father in perilous conditions - was screaming for me to take cover. I could almost feel the killing intent washing off of them as they raised their weapons. Some drew rifles, some drew magical foci, the others drew melee weapons. Instead, I spoke. Maybe I could get them to leave if I used my childlike innocence or whatever?

“Hey dad, didn’t you leave that one grimoire back at the hotel in Ivdel? It read like...koldunov gibel dyatlov...a?” I hastily conjured up a lie, using the very few Russian words I’d heard recently in an attempt to make up a book title. I’m pretty sure what I said was approaching nonsense, but the commander snapped his attention to me like I was the true target all along. I think he just realized I was there, actually.

Oh man, I messed up, huh?

“Kill the sorcerer, apprehend the child. He will suffice.”

Everything was kind of a blur after those words. Kill? Like, my dad? You guys are dumb. Knowing I could still end up an accidental victim caused me to dive back into the tent, conjuring up a shell of ice to hide under. It seemed like ice magic always came way more easily to me than any other. Dad said I got it from my mom. 

Bolts of lightning discharged from my father’s floating form, striking down a full third of the assailants before they could react. Bullets whizzed through the air but the static energy radiating off Emirus seemed to deflect all of them. Spells were turned away just as easily, causing the four basic elements to crash into the snowdrifts and mountain crags. I briefly wondered about avalanches before shaking my head, hiding under my ice shell for cover.

I thought it was safe once all the sound had stopped. Fires burned, crackling on the shattered bodies of the soldiers, all reduced to piles of scorched meat by my father’s power. I’d seen bodies before in our necromantic studies, but... the smell reminded me of bacon, and my stomach turned over. I emptied my first cup of coffee into the snow, breakfast soon following. Everything seemed less and less real. 

A lot of kids think their dad is the coolest or strongest or the best at Mario Kart or whatever, but in my case, my dad really was the strongest. He proved it. He staked his claim on his existence by destroying anything that threatened it with unrelenting power. The beautiful and hazy idea of my father as “the strongest” was suddenly a concrete and scary fact. 

He was the strongest because the breadth and scope of his existence wouldn’t allow anything that opposed him to exist.

I wobbled a bit, bent over in the snow, drool and spittle leaking from my lips. I heard something crunching in the snow and assumed it was dad. My body slackened in relief.

“I’m okay, dad. Sorry, I ju-”

A horrific wail pierced the lightly falling snow of the afternoon as the thing crunching the wet snow behind me flung itself on top of me. A caricature of a man, wiry and thin with most of his features melted or scorched off, grappled for my throat, shattered and broken teeth gnashing fruitlessly. I shrieked as a bloody froth fell on my face and his blistered fingers tightened around my throat. I clawed at his hands desperately, even has he whispered hoarsely.

“Dyatlov...it’s mine it’s mine it’s mine it’s mine...it must...remain fed..ah, it’s mine, it’s mine it’s mine....it’s mine...”

As my vision darkened, a voice seemed to whisper to me in my own head. Soft and comforting, musical, simultaneously chilling and warm, majestic. Feminine and masculine. It reminded me of my mother’s voice, but I knew it wasn’t. It seemed to dance around the blackness in my eyes, like it had a form I simply couldn’t see.

Snow child, why do you not brush this nuisance off?

Because I can’t, I replied.

Snow child, why do you lie in the face of death?

Because I’m afraid, I replied.

Snow child, why are you afraid?

Because...I don’t want to kill somebody, I replied.

Snow child, is your existence worth this little?

I just don’t want to kill people, I cried.

Snow child, is your father’s retaliation wrong?

I just don’t want anyone else to die, I cried.

Snow child, this man is killing you.

Am I supposed to kill him, then? I cried.

Snow child, you live in the embrace of death. Embrace it in turn.

Will I be forgiven? I begged.

There is nothing to forgive, son of snow.

I’m not sure how long the conversation in my head lasted, but it couldn’t have been more than a second. It was like all the power in my veins turned to ice and rippled outwards. The hands around my neck went slack, and when my vision returned, I had jammed a thin blade of ice through the commander’s melted and gashed forehead.

We returned early. My father said that he’d found out all he needed to know about Dyatlov Pass and that we’d return one day to set things right. At first, I thought he meant with the Russian magical authorities, but I realized he meant with the Pass itself. After all, the commander had spoken of something that needed to be fed, and my father had acted in self defense.

When I returned home, my mother found me right away. Her embrace was warm, her skin as cool as it ever was. Her red eyes dripping tears and her short black hair even more disheveled than usual, she pulled me close.. She must have really missed me, I thought. Sorry, mom. I did something wrong, but I feel like it’ll be okay somehow. I won’t be weak again.

Now that I think back on it, I think she knew something inside of me had changed. Something had awoken that she’d hoped would sleep a little longer, if not forever.

I modeled myself after my father. I defended myself voraciously, actively, coldly. I closed my heart off to the pain that resonated inside of it when I took a life to preserve my own. I drowned the guilt in laughter and the comfort of friends. I turned a blind eye to the injustice wrought by forgetting the dead.

That seemed to be coming to an end, though. Seems like I’d realized that somewhere along the way, I’d started to enjoy those attempts on my life. I’d enjoyed proving my existence the superior one and it broke my own heart. I wonder if my dad wrestled with this? Probably. He was old - all great sorcerers were capable of stopping their own aging and reversing senescence, so I thought nothing of my parents and their ages. They’d probably both grappled with this issue. 

I wonder if they felt as I did, though. I wonder if they would forgive me.

It was only when I woke that I realized I had been been asleep at all, much less dreaming of my childhood. Sarisa’s fingers were in my hair again, and she looked at me with a distressed smile.

“You okay? You’re crying.”

“Yeah, I was just dreaming of playing Knights of the Old Republic 3 and realized it’s never happening.”

“Idiot.” 

She tugged my hair and I winced, both at the slight jolt of pain and the realization that I was still absolutely disgusting. I wanted to ask her to get her fingers out of my hair, but the comfort her actions brought kept me pitifully silent.

We dozed together in the late morning sun for a few moments, talking about nothing in particular. When I went to raise my head off her stomach, she gently but firmly guided it back down. Told me it comforted her as much as it comforted me. I decided to talk about what happened last night and where to go from here.

I was in the middle of recounting what happened with Amduisas as a change in the air alerted me to danger. That sixth sense I’d developed prodigiously over the years screamed at me that someone unknown was close. Something wavering on the thin edge of hostility.

“Sarisa-”

“Yeah, we have a visitor.”

[zvoneradikalni]

Boris Jeljcin

Napustio nas je Boris Jeljcin. Svidjelo mi se kako novi Economist piše o njemu, pa rekoh da podijelim s vama: HE was almost dead when his mother scooped him out of the baptismal font in a small village in the Urals. The local priest, plied with liquor all morning by happy parents, had dunked the baby in the water and forgotten him. The boy survived and was christened Boris, a fighter.The story…

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Release date: May 09, 2021

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Urals by Sheeba Exp.

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Pela meia-noite do dia 17 de julho de 1918, Yakov Yurovsky, comandante da Casa da Proposta Especial, ordenou ao médico dos Romanov, Dr. Eugene Botkin, que acordasse a família e pedisse que se vestissem, sob pretexto de que a família seria transferida para um local seguro, devido ao crescente caos em Ecaterimburgo. Os Romanov foram então levados para uma sala na cave com 6 m × 5 m (20 ft × 16 ft). Nicolau pediu a Yurovsky que trouxesse duas cadeiras, para que o czarevich Alexei e Alexandra se sentassem. Os prisioneiros foram avisados para esperar na cave, até que o camião que os transportaria chegasse. Poucos minutos depois, um esquadrão de execução da polícia secreta foi trazido e Yurovsky leu em voz alta a ordem de condenação à morte redigida pelo Comitê Executivo do Ural: “Nikolai Alexandrovich, uma vez que os seus familiares e aliados continuam o seu ataque à Rússia Soviética, o Comitê Executivo do Ural decidiu que fosse executado.” Nicolau, encarando a sua família, virou-se e disse: "O quê? O quê?" Yurovsky rapidamente repetiu a ordem e as armas foram apontadas. A imperatriz e a grã-duquesa Olga, de acordo com a lembrança de um guarda, tentaram fazer o sinal da cruz, mas foram surpreendidas pelo tiroteio. Yurovsky apontou a sua arma ao peito de Nicolau e disparou vários tiros; Nicolau caiu morto. De seguida, Yurovsky atingiu mortalmente Alexei. Os outros executores começaram a disparar repetidamente até todas as vítimas terem caído. Muitos tiros foram disparados, tendo sido abertas as portas para dispersar o fumo provocado pelos disparos. Algumas das vítimas não morreram imediatamente, levando que Pyotr Ermakov as esfaqueasse com a sua baioneta, evitando, assim, que os tiros fossem ouvidos do lado de fora. Entretanto, foram também atingidas pelas baionetas. Olga tinha um ferimento de bala na cabeça. Maria e Anastásia ter-se-iam agachado contra a parede, cobrindo as suas cabeças aterrorizadas, até serem atingidas e derubadas. Fonte: Wikipédia #romanov #diadehojenahistória #assassinato #Política #hojenahistória https://www.instagram.com/p/CCu29HfBZIH/?igshid=9kt5nsv79ssz

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Выяснилось, какая судьба ждет цены на российскую нефть

Нефть марки Urals в этом году будет доходить до 50 долларов за баррель. Такой прогноз дал Гендиректор рейтингового агентства «Эксперт РА» Сергей Тищенко. «При рынках, залитых деньгами от Трампа, ЕЦБ и премьера Японии Синдзо Абэ, полагаю, что она будет колебаться от 35 до 50 долларов за баррель, в среднем за год будет на уровне 50 — 55 долларов за баррель», — приводит предположение Тищенко ... Читать далее Нажмите, чтобы поделиться новостью @import url("https://usa.one/wp-content/themes/colormag/sharer.js/custom.css"); .other_news position: relative; margin-bottom: 30px; padding: 20px 40px 35px; background: #F3F3F3; .other_domain font-family: "Rubik"; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; line-height: 24px; min-height: 24px; .other_hr margin: 10px 0 !important; position: relative; height: 21px!important; font-size: 0!important; line-height: 0!important; background: none!important; border: none; .other_hr hr:before content: ''; position: absolute; top: 50%; width: 100%; margin-top: -0.5px; border-top: 1px solid #1a5e02; left: 50%; margin-left: -50%; .other_news .class-h4 font-family: "Oswald"; font-size: 25px; font-weight: 500; line-height: 27px; min-height: 27px; margin-bottom: 15px !important; padding-bottom: 0; .other_news a:link, .other_news a:visited color: #08a915; text-decoration: none; font-weight: 500; .other_news a:hover color: rgba(13, 0, 0, 0.93); text-decoration: none !important; font-weight: 500 !important; .other_news .other_announce font-family: "Rubik"; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; line-height: 24px; min-height: 24px; .other_news .other_announce color: #8d8d8d; margin-bottom: 0 !important;