#Boris Balin

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

may i ask for some hcs about your ocs? <3

for sure :D

hmmmm babyranger (who has. rapidly decided he's neither baby nor ranger but y'know) or dwarf buddy who i need to put in more Situations. maybe glainyn. maybe he can explain some things for me idk

-ok actually many parts of his timeline are not really set in stone atm

-his family removed to the iron hills after smaug captured erebor. his immediate family didn't *fight* in the sixth war, but may have followed the haban'akkâ as armorers n such. still playing w him having a half-sibling in one of the other houses

-glainyn saw the battle of five armies, but he was real young still; his only real job was to run messages. he'd started some sort of proper warrior training, but wasn't anywhere near the thick of things

-when his family returned to erebor, glainyn ended up part of one of the local like. guards in training units i have so much more to research and/or flesh out for this one lmao

-ends up guarding ravenhill sometimes as part of the rotation. dís invites him in one day when it's raining super hard. they end up getting along pretty well, actually, and she teaches him a bit about Politics™️ and a bit of how to talk with the ravens. he ends up knowing lots of things he honestly probably shouldn't, but he knows how to keep his mouth shut. he also has Opinions on lots of things, but he keeps his mouth shut about those, too

-he's the guy who always has weird but useful tools in his bag. 'hey glainyn, dyou have any-' 'yes'

-not entirely sure yet if he's closer in age to bósi and brogur or bori and bróin (and durin, maybe). he goes w brogur and bróin to the blue mountains to ask for anyone who's willing to join the iron garrison- he's there as a guard, having been firmly recommended for something more exciting than hanging out at ravenhill by dís herself several years ago (despite his protests)

-he knows more than most about balin's company, and about the last messages dís got from them. he doesn't really bring it up; everyone is either too caught up in the fantasy of reclaiming khazad-dûm to listen or already wary enough

-they keep getting more problems thrown at them, and he keeps not really saying anything, not until things go really to shit and he finally snaps and shouts until someone actually listens

-this is... tentatively around the time est goes to beg help from lothlórien. starts getting into the more fucked up parts of foundations of stone, and develops a mildly unsettling fascination with the assorted nameless, and also rapidly loses his patience with everyone insisting they can keep ahold of things

-he takes charge of enough in the flight from moria (and enough other people die) that he gets effectively promoted to captain. proceeds to stop giving much of a fuck about things like 'you maybe shouldn't talk to your prince like that' or 'this is maybe not the time to tell people in charge exactly how stupid you think they're being'

-he understands the politics, has run out of patience for the politics, and left his filter somewhere near rushdurinul. idk how much of the iron hills/ered mithrin quests he does (besides probably the howling pit) yet, but he sure makes some interesting choices in gundabad/elderslade

-(i think he goes down in zul-mazal w durin)

-I've got lots still to do with him. it would be easier if i didn't go into autopilot the second i set foot in moria tho lol

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 1.30

Beer Birthdays

Martin Stelzer (1815)

Christian Hess (1848)

Sean Turner

Five Favorite Birthdays

Lloyd Alexander; writer (1924)

Phil Collins; rock drummer, singer (1951)

Roy Eldridge; jazz trumpeter (1911)

Gene Hackman; actor (1930)

Franklin D. Roosevelt; 32nd U.S. President (1882)

Famous Birthdays

Peter Agre; physician and biologist (1949)

Michael Anderson; English film director (1920)

Christian Bale; British actor (1974)

Marty Balin; rock musician (1942)

Les Barker; English poet and author (1947)

Luc-Marie Bayle; French painter (1914)

Francis Bradley; English philosopher (1846)

Richard Brautigan; writer (1935)

Ruth Brown; singer (1928)

Kylie Bunbury; Canadian-American actress (1989)

Gelett Burgess; author, poet, and critic (1866)

Brett Butler; comedian (1958)

Dick Cheney; war criminal, war profiteer (1941)

Shirley Chisholm; politician (1924)

Olivia Colman; English actress (1974)

Michael Dorris; writer (1945)

Ann Dowd; actress (1956)

Charles Dutton; actor (1951)

Doulas Englebart; inventor of computer mouse (1925)

Richard Greene; actor (1918)

Tammy Grimes; actress and singer (1934)

Tubby Hayes; English saxophonist and composer (1935)

Shirley Hazzard; Australian-American writer (1931)

Fred Hembeck; author and illustrator (1953)

Patrick Heron; British painter (1920)

John Ireland; actor (1914)

Horst Jankowski; German pianist and composer (1936)

Dave Johnson; Baltimore Orioles 2B (1943)

Mike Johnson; politician (1972)

Josh Kelley; singer-songwriter (1980)

Fred Korematsu; activist (1919)

Walter Savage Landor; English poet and author (1775)

Bernie Leighton; jazz pianist (1921)

Charles Martin Loeffler; German-American violinist & composer (1861)

Delbert Mann; film director (1920)

Steve Marriott; English singer-songwriter (1947)

Dick Martin; comedian (1928)

Jaishankar Prasad; Indian poet and playwright (1889)

Harold Prince; film director (1928)

Johann Joachim Quantz; German flute player & composer (1697)

Vanessa Redgrave; actor (1937)

Amrita Sher-Gil; Hungarian-Indian painter (1913)

Snagglepuss; cartoon character (1959)

Boris Spassky; Russian chess player (1937)

Payne Stewart; golfer (1957)

A. H. Tammsaare; Estonian author (1878)

Jake Thomas; actor (1990)

Barbara Tuchman; writer, historian (1912)

Wilmer Valderrama; actor (1980)

Jody Watley; singer (1959)

David Wayne; actor (1914)

Maiko Yuki; Japanese model, actor (1977)

[stevviefox]

Rites, Writings and Ris

Chapter 133: Flames, Fashion, and Festiveness    

Welcome back, friends, to a new episode here at Dwarf Telenovela Central.  Naturally the dwarrow want to set the countryside on fire. Please join us again next Friday for more excitement!  Same dwarrow time, same dwarrow tunnel!  Keep those cards and letters coming, friends!

[oraclesoftime]

Futures Known But Unspoken

CHAPTER 31 Traversing Mirkwood The company finally lead their steeds over to the dense woods, Gandalf dismounting first. As the wizard approached the forest everyone followed his lead, Lane sliding off of their horse before helping Belle off and onto solid ground. “It’s so… creepy looking…” Belle claimed, a shiver running down her spine. “Spiders,” Lane whispered right next to her ear. Belle let out a loud scream and swung around to swat her friend on the shoulder, Lane letting out a round of laughter despite the slight pain. “Here lies our path through Mirkwood!” Gandalf called out from the trees.“No sign of the orcs, we have luck on our side,” Dwalin hummed, as he too dismounted his pony. Belle and Lane, having finished their swatting war, exchanged knowing looks before casting their eyes over to the nearby rock hill, a great black bear reaching the top and swiveling its head around as if searching for something. “Set the ponies loose, let them return to their master,” Gandalf called out.“This forest feels… sick, as if a disease lies upon it,” Bilbo spoke, walking up so that he stood between Belle and Lane. “Is there no way around?” “Not unless we go two hundred miles north. Or twice that distance south,” the wizard sighed, finally walking through the elven gate. Bilbo gave a small sigh, Belle reaching down to pat him on the shoulder in comfort, the hobbit giving her a thankful smile and nod.The dwarves and Bilbo moved to begin taking their things off of the ponies, Lane and Belle standing by the gate to watch as Gandalf slowly walked deeper and deeper into the wood. “You think that if we just untether his horse then he can’t ditch us?” Lane hummed. “We can’t do that, he has to go to the crypt and see for himself that the Ringwraiths aren’t there,” Belle hissed, keeping her voice down so that none of the others could hear them. “We could always just tell him. ‘Yo, Gandalf. Just an FYI to tell your elf lady friend, Sauron is back and Azog’s in league with him. You may want to look into that’,” Lane suggested, looking down at her friend out of the corner of her eye. Belle gave Lane a scolding look causing the taller to roll her eyes. “You’re such a fucking killjoy, what good is being an Oracle if we can’t give people a heads up?” “Not my horse! I need it!” Gandalf suddenly called out, quickly making his way back over to them. “You’re not leaving us…” Bilbo said, disbelief in his voice. “Blame Izz,” Lane grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. The smaller woman glared up at her friend and elbowed her in the ribs, Lane letting out a small yelp and rubbing her side with a pout. “I’ll be waiting for you at the overlook, before the slopes of Erebor. Keep the map and key safe,” Gandalf called out. “Do not enter that mountain without me.” “Wow deja vu. Frodo? Prancing Pony? No show? Is any of this ringing any bells?” Lane scoffed under her breath. “Lane!” Belle hissed. “What? It’s true!” “This is not the Greenwood of old! The very air of the forest is heavy with illusion, it will seek to enter your mind, lead you astray,” Gandalf claimed. “Lead us astray? What does that mean?” Bilbo asked, looking over at the two women. “You must stay on the path, do not leave it. If you do, you will never find it again,” Gandalf continued. He casted his gaze over to the two women. “I trust their fate in your hands young Oracles, help them to stay on track.” Lane and Belle nodded as Gandalf turned his steed in the opposite direction and rode off. “C’mon! We must reach the mountain before the sun sets on Durin’s day,” Thorin began, walking towards the front of the group. “This is our one chance to find the hidden door!” The dwarf lord paused as he came to stand beside Lane and Belle, sighing and looking up at them. “Lead the way, our fates are in your hands,” he said. Lane and Belle both gave him a slightly baffled look before turning to each other. Deciding not to make a big fuss about Thorin finally choosing to trust them, Lane and Belle lead the charge into the mangled forest, the others right behind them, Lane drawing her sword as she walked a few feet ahead of Belle. Using her blade much like a blindman’s stick, Lane continuously tapped the tip on the ground in front of her, keeping her ears zeroed in on the noise that the path made and listening for any differences telling her that they were beginning to stray. “Is the tapping really necessary?” Dori groaned from near the middle of the group. “It’s hurting my head.” “If you doubt my leading capabilities then by all means, you first Dori,” Lane scoffed, turning around slightly to glare back at him. “All of you quiet!” Thorin growled, glaring at the grumbling dwarves as well. “Lead on.” Lane couldn’t help but feel touched that Thorin had actually defended her, a small smile spreading across her lips as she turned back to the road and continued to lead and tap away on the brick. With Lane tapping away at the front of the group, the company managed to stay on track, Belle occasionally casting a look back at the others to make sure that none of them had wandered off. Though both women knew that in the movie at some point the dwarves lost the path, they didn’t have any idea about a time frame in which it happened. Belle gave a small sigh and rubbed her arms as the hairs began to stand on end; the forest was creeping her out now more than before and it was making her antsy. When she felt a small tingle on her arm, she brushed her hand over it only to feel the same sensation once again. With a small huff, she turned her head and lifted her arm, only to come face to face with a small grey spider about the size of her thumbnail Letting out a loud scream, Belle waved her arm around frantically and brushed her hand across it in an attempt to throw her hitchhiker off. “Oi! Come here you drama queen!” Lane barked, quickly grabbing Belle by the collar of her tunic and pulling her back towards the group. Before Belle could utter a single word, Lane reached around her and swatted the spider off of her friend’s arm. Belle’s knees continued to knock against each other for a few moments while Lane patted her shoulder. “Boris is gone Izz, you can stop convulsing now,” the taller woman chuckled. “To let out a shriek over something so small as a common spider,” Nori snickered. “If you hadn’t been at the front of the group we’d have thought you were being attacked by orcs,” Kíli agreed. The other dwarves all let out a round of laughter as Lane rolled her eyes and began to lead the way through the woods again, Belle quickly grumbling and catching up to her. “Mock me for my fear of spiders. Oh don’t worry; you’ll get yours,” the smaller woman growled, crossing her arms over her chest as she pouted. Lane let out a chuckle from beside her and loosely wrapped her arm across Belle’s shoulders, continuing to tap on the ground with her sword. -=- “We should make camp before it gets any darker,” Lane claimed, stopping and looking up into the trees. The others nodded and began to make camp right on the path, not wanting to risk losing it in the darkness of the night. “Dori-” “I’ll take first watch,” Belle suddenly offered. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep much here anyways so I might as well do something productive…” “You stand watch? Is the air getting to you already?” Lane snickered. Belle huffed and walked over to the edge of their camp and sat on a nearby log as Gloin and Bombur began the task of creating the fire. “But no, seriously, are you sick?” Lane asked, walking over and giving her friend a weird look. “I’d rather them battle ready...” Belle stated planting her butt on a log to see in all directions, “Then have them half asleep and become chow for the creatures of Mirkwood.” Lane tried to hold back a laugh, “What could you do if we were attacked?” “I know how to scream,” Belle stated glaring at Lane, “I will and can give good warning...So...sleep, please.” Lane sighed and shook her head, taking her pack off of her back and making her bedroll right at Belle’s side before hunkering down into it. “And we have fire~!” Bombur hummed. The moment the blaze was bright enough for the dwarves liking however, a loud screeching came from the woods. Before any of them could blink, a hoard of black wings flew out from the trees, everyone letting out either rounds of yells or screams. “What are these things!?” Bilbo gasped as he covered his head in fear. “Moths!” Belle squeaked, managing to catch a glimpse of their “attackers” through her arms. “They’re attracted to the light! Put out the damned fire!” Lane hollered from inside her bedroll. Dwalin quickly dashed through the hoard of black wings and stomped the blaze out, the moths almost instantly fluttering away as the company was thrust into the absolute dark of the night. “Well… so much for keeping watch; I can’t even see my hand in front of my face,” Belle sighed, waving the appendage around in the dark. “You may not be able to see, but keep your ears open lass,” Balin’s voice sighed. “Everyone get some rest, we head out again at sunrise,” Thorin’s voice called out. “Provided we can see the sun rising…” Ori whimpered. Belle shifted around on her log for a bit until she found a somewhat comfortable spot, the camp soon being engulfed in soft snores. Just as she had predicted, she could feel the fatigue slowly creeping up on her as the hours passed on, but she couldn’t bring herself to sleep like her friends. Belle yawned and she heard one of the dwarves stirring in their spot. “Has no one switched with you, My Lady?” Kíli’s voice suddenly whispered. Belle shook her head before remembering that he couldn’t see her doing so. “I didn’t want to bother anyone…” “How long have you been watching?” Kíli asked, a few more rustles sounding from his direction. “A while,” Belle hummed, unsure of how long it had really been exactly. “Everyone looked so tired…” There was some more shuffling before Belle could hear him slowly making his way over to her and carefully sitting next to her on the log. “You should sleep then, Lady Isabella.” “I want to,” Belle sighed. “But I feel uneasy, which makes it hard to sleep…” “Uneasy about what?” Kíli asked. “About a lot of stuff I suppose,” Belle stated, rubbing at her face. “Middle Earth is full of dangerous things; you never know what’s waiting around the next corner.” “You do…” Kíli hummed. “The both of you.” “I suppose I do for most things…” Belle sighed. “But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t frighten me...Knowing or not knowing doesn’t really matter to me because at the end of everything I worry about those around me.” “Have you always worried about others?” Belle smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah, I do. I worry a bit too much at times. It can be rather annoying for most people, I don’t mean for it to… but it happens. It drives Lane absolutely nuts most days.” “Our Champion? Annoyed with you? Never,” Kíli snickered in the dark. “Has she actually told you this though? In her own words?” “She has maybe once or twice, but I think that’s how she shows she loves me,” Belle hummed, fiddling with the edge of her tunic. “We’ve been through a lot… I think she understands how much I care about her and that I will do what I can to protect her…” “How will you protect her?” “By staying by her side and looking out for her in the ways I can,” Belle stated. “I don’t have any real combat training aside from what you’ve taught me… but I know how to listen or at least hold someone’s hand if they need it.” “You harbor a large heart full of love,” Kíli hummed. “Do you show this type of dedication to any others, or is she just special?” “I show love and kindness to my friends yes…” Belle paused to look up above her, despite not able to see anything but black. “Where I’m from… I was the mother of my group of friends… I scolded them jokingly, lent an ear when they needed it, a hug or two or shoulder to cry on… It was a joke, but I liked it; it felt like one big happy family even if those around me were younger and older.  Lane… She’s older than me, so I’m surprised she puts up with me as much as she does…” “She’s like an older sister,” Kíli pointed out. “Looks after you, picks on you, gets you in and out of trouble…” Belle smiled, turning to where she believed Kíli was sitting beside her. “Yes, exactly.” “Trust me, My Lady, I understand that feeling all too well,” Kíli chuckled. “I guess in a sense we’re both the babies of the family then, huh?” Belle laughed quietly, careful not to wake the others. “Well if that’s the case, then we babes need to watch over each other,” Kíli chuckled. The two entered a comfortable silence and at some point Belle fell asleep. When she opened her eyes several hours later, she found herself lying beside Lane on her own bedroll, her arms clamped around her friend’s left. Just as she was about to release the taller woman’s arm, Lane shifted in her sleep and turned her head to look over at her. “Aww, what a way to ruin a morning, having to look at your ugly mug first thing,” Lane groaned, a playful smirk stretching across her lips. Belle gave the woman a glare and reached up to swat her shoulder, Lane letting out a sleepy chuckle before pushing herself into a sitting position. “Good morning Champion, quite the hair you’ve got there,” Kíli greeted from beside them, smoking his pipe with a smirk. “You’re just jealous that my hair’s better than yours Kíli, get over yourself,” Lane teased, looking up at him with a corny grin. “Your hair? Better than mine? That’s preposterous!” Kíli scoffed, playing along. “Everyone knows that I have the nicest hair!” A smarmy grin quickly spread across the brunette prince’s features as the taller woman rubbed at her eyes in a further attempt to wake herself up. “Then again, I’m sure you prefer locks of gold~” Lane lifted a hand from her face to give Kíli a confused look coupled with raised eyebrow. “Ooooo, you’ve been found~♪” Belle sang quietly with a laugh. “I think the air is getting to you two...” Lane yawned, as she ran a hand through her messy hair. Belle and Kíli exchanged knowing looks and simply snickered, Lane grumbling under her breath about being surrounded by ‘fucking loons’. The other dwarves slowly stirred and rose from their sleep. After having a minuscule meal in order to ration what food they had left, everyone packed up and began the trek through the forest, Lane and Belle leading the way once again. Lane felt like someone was staring at her, turning her head to see Belle grinning up at her. “What are you grinning about?” Lane asked, suspicion in her tone. “Oh nothing,” Belle giggled, grin still stretched across her lips. “And everything… You know I love you right?” “Is the air seriously not getting to you?”  Lane asked sounding a bit weirded out. “Because if it is you need to tell me so that I can tie your wrist around mine or something so you don’t wander off.” “Nope,” Belle shook her head and quickened her pace to a merry skip. “Is she ill?” Thorin asked in a whisper. “She’s always been a bit uneven in the head, but I think she’s just up to something,” Lane hummed, continuing to tap her blade along the ground. “Izz! Don’t go too far! I’m not coming after you if you get lost!” Belle hummed and continued to skip ahead of them by about twenty feet. “See. This is why you guys need to stay on the path and listen to us while you’re in here; the air will make you turn loops like that,” Lane grinned, turning and pointing up ahead at her friend. “Oi! I’m not turning loops! Is it a crime to be in a good mood!” Belle barked, spinning on her spot and glaring back at her friend, fists on her hips. “In this place, it’s all but a sin,” Lane snickered as they caught up to her. Belle crossed her arms over her chest with a pout and allowed Lane to pass her before quickly walking in step with the taller woman. “How long will it take us to get through the forest?” Thorin asked, his hand never straying from the hilt of Orcrist. “It… depends really,” Lane stumbled, not expecting such a question. “It could take… up to a week or only a few more days…” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Gloin asked, sounding confused. “It means that we have to stay on our toes and listen to our Champion,” Fíli called out from behind his uncle. Lane chuckled under her breath as Belle turned and gave her friend a teasing grin. The taller noticed her friend’s grin and rolled her eyes, turning back to the front and continuing to lead on.

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 1.30

Beer Birthdays

Martin Stelzer (1815)

Christian Hess (1848)

Sean Turner

Five Favorite Birthdays

Richard Brautigan; writer (1935)

Phil Collins; rock drummer, singer (1951)

Roy Eldridge; jazz trumpeter (1911)

Gene Hackman; actor (1930)

Franklin D. Roosevelt; 32nd U.S. President (1882)

Famous Birthdays

Lloyd Alexander; writer (1924)

Christian Bale; actor (1974)

Marty Balin; rock musician (1942)

Francis Bradley; English philosopher (1846)

Ruth Brown; singer (1928)

Brett Butler; comedian (1958)

Dick Cheney; war criminal, war profiteer (1941)

Shirley Chisholm; politician (1924)

Michael Dorris; writer (1945)

Charles Dutton; actor (1951)

Doulas Englebart; inventor (1925)

Richard Greene; actor (1918)

John Ireland; actor (1914)

Dave Johnson; Baltimore Orioles 2B (1943)

Bernie Leighton; jazz pianist (1921)

Dick Martin; comedian (1928)

Vanessa Redgrave; actor (1937)

Snagglepuss; cartoon character (1959)

Boris Spassky; chess player (1937)

Payne Stewart; golfer (1957)

Barbara Tuchman; writer, historian (1912)

Jody Watley; singer (1959)

Maiko Yuki; Japanese model, actor (1977)

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 1.30

Beer Birthdays

Martin Stelzer (1815)

Christian Hess (1848)

Sean Turner

Five Favorite Birthdays

Richard Brautigan; writer (1935)

Phil Collins; rock drummer, singer (1951)

Roy Eldridge; jazz trumpeter (1911)

Gene Hackman; actor (1930)

Franklin D. Roosevelt; 32nd U.S. President (1882)

Famous Birthdays

Lloyd Alexander; writer (1924)

Christian Bale; actor (1974)

Marty Balin; rock musician (1942)

Francis Bradley; English philosopher (1846)

Ruth Brown; singer (1928)

Brett Butler; comedian (1958)

Dick Cheney; war criminal, war profiteer (1941)

Shirley Chisholm; politician (1924)

Michael Dorris; writer (1945)

Charles Dutton; actor (1951)

Doulas Englebart; inventor (1925)

Richard Greene; actor (1918)

John Ireland; actor (1914)

Dave Johnson; Baltimore Orioles 2B (1943)

Bernie Leighton; jazz pianist (1921)

Dick Martin; comedian (1928)

Vanessa Redgrave; actor (1937)

Snagglepuss; cartoon character (1959)

Boris Spassky; chess player (1937)

Payne Stewart; golfer (1957)

Barbara Tuchman; writer, historian (1912)

Jody Watley; singer (1959)

Maiko Yuki; Japanese model, actor (1977)

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 1.30

Beer Birthdays

Martin Stelzer (1815)

Christian Hess (1848)

Sean Turner

Five Favorite Birthdays

Richard Brautigan; writer (1935)

Phil Collins; rock drummer, singer (1951)

Roy Eldridge; jazz trumpeter (1911)

Gene Hackman; actor (1930)

Franklin D. Roosevelt; 32nd U.S. President (1882)

Famous Birthdays

Lloyd Alexander; writer (1924)

Christian Bale; actor (1974)

Marty Balin; rock musician (1942)

Francis Bradley; English philosopher (1846)

Ruth Brown; singer (1928)

Brett Butler; comedian (1958)

Dick Cheney; war criminal, war profiteer (1941)

Shirley Chisholm; politician (1924)

Michael Dorris; writer (1945)

Charles Dutton; actor (1951)

Doulas Englebart; inventor (1925)

Richard Greene; actor (1918)

John Ireland; actor (1914)

Dave Johnson; Baltimore Orioles 2B (1943)

Bernie Leighton; jazz pianist (1921)

Dick Martin; comedian (1928)

Vanessa Redgrave; actor (1937)

Snagglepuss; cartoon character (1959)

Boris Spassky; chess player (1937)

Payne Stewart; golfer (1957)

Barbara Tuchman; writer, historian (1912)

Jody Watley; singer (1959)

Maiko Yuki; Japanese model, actor (1977)

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 1.30

Beer Birthdays

Martin Stelzer (1815)

Christian Hess (1848)

Sean Turner

Five Favorite Birthdays

Richard Brautigan; writer (1935)

Phil Collins; rock drummer, singer (1951)

Roy Eldridge; jazz trumpeter (1911)

Gene Hackman; actor (1930)

Franklin D. Roosevelt; 32nd U.S. President (1882)

Famous Birthdays

Lloyd Alexander; writer (1924)

Christian Bale; actor (1974)

Marty Balin; rock musician (1942)

Francis Bradley; English philosopher (1846)

Ruth Brown; singer (1928)

Brett Butler; comedian (1958)

Dick Cheney; war criminal, war profiteer (1941)

Shirley Chisholm; politician (1924)

Michael Dorris; writer (1945)

Charles Dutton; actor (1951)

Doulas Englebart; inventor (1925)

Richard Greene; actor (1918)

John Ireland; actor (1914)

Dave Johnson; Baltimore Orioles 2B (1943)

Bernie Leighton; jazz pianist (1921)

Dick Martin; comedian (1928)

Vanessa Redgrave; actor (1937)

Snagglepuss; cartoon character (1959)

Boris Spassky; chess player (1937)

Payne Stewart; golfer (1957)

Barbara Tuchman; writer, historian (1912)

Jody Watley; singer (1959)

Maiko Yuki; Japanese model, actor (1977)

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 1.30

Beer Birthdays

Martin Stelzer (1815)

Christian Hess (1848)

Sean Turner

Five Favorite Birthdays

Richard Brautigan; writer (1935)

Phil Collins; rock drummer, singer (1951)

Roy Eldridge; jazz trumpeter (1911)

Gene Hackman; actor (1930)

Franklin D. Roosevelt; 32nd U.S. President (1882)

Famous Birthdays

Lloyd Alexander; writer (1924)

Christian Bale; actor (1974)

Marty Balin; rock musician (1942)

Francis Bradley; English philosopher (1846)

Ruth Brown; singer (1928)

Brett Butler; comedian (1958)

Dick Cheney; war criminal, war profiteer (1941)

Shirley Chisholm; politician (1924)

Michael Dorris; writer (1945)

Charles Dutton; actor (1951)

Doulas Englebart; inventor (1925)

Richard Greene; actor (1918)

John Ireland; actor (1914)

Dave Johnson; Baltimore Orioles 2B (1943)

Bernie Leighton; jazz pianist (1921)

Dick Martin; comedian (1928)

Vanessa Redgrave; actor (1937)

Snagglepuss; cartoon character (1959)

Boris Spassky; chess player (1937)

Payne Stewart; golfer (1957)

Barbara Tuchman; writer, historian (1912)

Jody Watley; singer (1959)

Maiko Yuki; Japanese model, actor (1977)

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 1.30

Beer Birthdays

Martin Stelzer (1815)

Christian Hess (1848)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Richard Brautigan; writer (1935)

Phil Collins; rock drummer, singer (1951)

Roy Eldridge; jazz trumpeter (1911)

Gene Hackman; actor (1930)

Franklin D. Roosevelt; 32nd U.S. President (1882)

Famous Birthdays

Lloyd Alexander; writer (1924)

Christian Bale; actor (1974)

Marty Balin; rock musician (1942)

Francis Bradley; English philosopher (1846)

Ruth Brown; singer (1928)

Brett Butler; comedian (1958)

Dick Cheney; war criminal, war profiteer (1941)

Shirley Chisholm; politician (1924)

Michael Dorris; writer (1945)

Charles Dutton; actor (1951)

Doulas Englebart; inventor (1925)

Richard Greene; actor (1918)

John Ireland; actor (1914)

Dave Johnson; Baltimore Orioles 2B (1943)

Bernie Leighton; jazz pianist (1921)

Dick Martin; comedian (1928)

Vanessa Redgrave; actor (1937)

Snagglepuss; cartoon character (1959)

Boris Spassky; chess player (1937)

Payne Stewart; golfer (1957)

Barbara Tuchman; writer, historian (1912)

Jody Watley; singer (1959)

Maiko Yuki; Japanese model, actor (1977)