There are many things you won’t know about your dad’s funeral until you’re there. There will be balloons forgotten on the floor, tables of food no one has an appetite for. Every cake on a plate chosen weeks before, while you wait in a parlour for the autopsy report. Getting in the car is the final stop, he’s already ashes in a ribboned box. His sister tells a story which spurs a few more, and he’s so present you don’t remember he’s gone. A hundred questions asked of you, a dozen knowing looks, later all you remember is the smell of the wood. Rounds of drinks climb high among friends, and late that evening the funeral will end. His death will not. Everyone drives home and you’re left on your own. The house is quiet.
Back in October for #CoffeeWithACodex we looked at 13th century geometrical treatise LJS 194. Here's a highlight reel, focusing on the initials and diagrams.
how did Laurance graduate high school pretty sure medieval education wasn’t the best lol
I can guarantee it was like. 75% Garroth helping him with his homework and filling him in on everything he missed, and then 25% cadenza helping him with his homework,
Two drabbles for @maedhrosmaglorweek, day 1 prompt Treelight, focusing on the Silmarils and their final fate. Warnings for suicide (duh) and mild gore for the first one.
I have no fucking idea what's up with the second. Believe me I'm just as confused as y'all are.
The crevice before him releases scalding air into his face. He can almost feel his hair burning, his skin blistering, as if that pain means aught anymore. Only one fire matters now.
His fist clenches around the stone as tight as it can until the searing agony chars bones and melts nerves and snaps muscles and he has no choice but to release—
And only then, as the Silmaril drifts on the thermals to settle into its new home, does he realize he cannot live without its Light.
To step forward into nothing is the easiest choice of his life.
He turns away as soon as the throw is made, never sees its arc (absolutely picturesque, immaculate form, precisely 30 degrees above the lateral from exactly seven feet above sea level, launched at 50 miles per hour, traveling 156 feet horizontally before it strikes the waves moving at 76.33 feet per second, well done, well done indeed by the second son of Curufinwë Fëanáro Finwion, the rotting sack of self-loathing cowardly murdering kidnapping love-stealing scum who doesn’t even have the decency to die poetically, and that’s a nine, a nine, an eight, and a three from the Angbandian judge).
Coffee With A Codex is an informal lunch or coffee time to meet virtually with Kislak curators and talk about one of the manuscripts from Penn’s collections. Each week we’ll feature a different manuscript and the expertise of one of our curators. Everyone is welcome to attend.
On Thursday, October 19, Curator Dot Porter will bring out LJS 194, a collection of geometrical texts annotated in the 12th and 15th centuries. Register here: https://libcal.library.upenn.edu/event/11335432
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