#York Revolution

[autisticabbey]

Last Thursday, my parents, my teenage nephew, my little niece, and I went to the first York Revs baseball game after my first cousin invited us to the game after I got off from work at Regal Cinemas, and it was really fun

[allyngibson]

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Saturday afternoon, I sat in the stands of York’s WellSpan Park and watched my first baseball game of the year. Penn State York annually hosts a game at the home of the York Revolution, and I decided a few weeks ago to go, weather permitting. The weather permitted — it was in the high sixties Saturday afternoon, and the heavy winds hadn’t yet arrived — and so I saw PS-York take on their rivals in…

[buggachat]

hyperspecific compilation: Nino looking lovingly at Adrien, as Adrien is looking lovingly at Marinette

opposite bonus:

[saionjeans]

so i read part one of after the revolution. touga and saionji both being art dealers who contend with the notion of prioritizing art, ethics, or profit is really great way to concisely communicate the tensions in utena regarding the inherent violence of framing as it relates to objectification through the gaze, and how objectification leads to dehumanization leads to abuse as a mode of control. here are some key panels that communicate these ideas most explicitly:

it’s really interesting that while touga argues for art to take priority over the ethics of how that art is produced, saionji finds that notion outright reprehensible and admonishes touga for thinking that way. it’s funny to consider, because they’re both so awful, but yes, technically, saionji is nonetheless far more principled than touga.

touga takes a relativist approach to the morality of abuse, including the sexual abuse of children, claiming that there is no concrete morality that dictates whether or not an act is wrong, and thus the legacy of the artist must remain in the public consciousness for future generations to evaluate on their own terms. it’s not an unreasonable argument, but it’s also clearly obfuscating his own relationship to such a dynamic, as someone who wants to minimize the pain of his own suffering to position himself as stronger and more powerful than he is. by diminishing the impact of child sexual abuse through defending the right of the artist (ie, akio), touga is diminishing his own trauma for the sake of defending the value of art.

but saionji is also an art dealer, also operates within this framework, even as he resists it. which is obvious, because that’s his established modus operandi: ruthlessly critiquing the system that he participates in and even benefits from. saionji thinks that the enabling of csa is “a betrayal of life itself,” but touga considers it a crucial facet in the process of “immortalizing art,” or, in other words, achieving eternity.

then utena appears, and she grants touga the power to revolutionize the world, or, in other words, extinguish akio’s ghost once and for all. once touga defeats akio with utena’s help, akio’s prized painting (a nude of anthy he painted) transforms into a painting of her and anthy embracing (and fully clothed). the idea of achieving immortality through art, or attaining absolute power and control through exploitation, is flawed. paradigms can be overthrown through active resistance to hegemonic norms. neither touga’s approach that all art must be approached through a relativist lens, nor saionji’s approach that bad people should never have their art platformed on ethical grounds, is entirely correct. while saionji’s principles (that csa is always wrong and must always be condemned) is not incorrect, there is also a third approach, that is actively underwriting, complicating, and shifting the dominant narrative, which can only be done by facing it head on, as utena does.

when akio comes back as a ghost (for the second time) to attempt to possess his painting of anthy titled revolution (which is great because he then says “i will let no one take my revolution!!”), saionji jumps in front of his sword to save touga. the extent to which saionji is actually injured is unclear (it’s utena, so blood isn’t actually a byproduct of stab wounds), but the sentiment remains. touga helps saionji to his feet, and they lean on each other while touga says “that’s what it means to have the power to revolutionize the world.”

saionji jumping in front of akio’s sword for touga is essentially a parallel to utena taking the swords of hatred for anthy, although the parallel roles of anthy and touga are less explicit here (although as previously stated, his defensiveness when it comes to the matter of csa is nonetheless telling). it’s basically a conclusion to touga’s claim that “true friendship is for fools,” as he offers his true friendship, tender and unbidden, to saionji, and saionji, in turn, who literally drew a sword on him at one point in the comic (valid btw), jumps in front of another sword for touga’s sake.

the role of art in this story is thus fascinating as it connects more to the role of paintings in adolescence, whereas photography is the primary vehicle used to communicate this tension of framing in the show proper. the painting of anthy is a signification of the violence done to her, and both its revolutionary potential as utena actively rewrites it, and the conversation surrounding exploitative art as approached by touga and saionji, is actually a really interesting way to summarize these key thematic tensions, while also actively developing (and perhaps even resolving) the conflict between touga and saionji, who do blatantly function as counterparts to utena and anthy, for better or for worse.

[dailyhistoryposts]

On This Day In History

At 1:20am on June 28th, 1969 in New York City, police enter the Stonewall Inn to arrest crossdressers. In response to mass arrests and unprovoked police brutality, the crowd responds with violence and the Stonewall Riots, lasting 6 days, begin.

[comrade-onion]

Encampments for Gaza: A Brief Analysis Through My Eyes

Starting as a small sit-in in Columbia University to protest the university's ties with Israel and other Zionist organizations, the student protest movement has spread across the United States and encampments have been established at numerous universities across the country, including MIT, NYU as well as the Universities of Michigan and New Mexico.

These student movements, reminiscent of protest movements against US intervention in Viet Nam in the 60s and 70s and more recently, the BLM protests in 2020, hold massive potential to not only cause divestment from Israel's genocide in Gaza, but can act as a much greater force in the disassembly of United States imperialism and capitalism.

These encampments are pivotal in highlighting disconent among the American youth as well as the brutality and inherently oppressive nature of the American system. If these students seek to bring about real, lasting change, they should embrace a higher degree of organization, participation in community organization, self-defense, and increasing militarization within their encampment movement.

If history has taught us anything, the boot of the US government will step down on these protesters if they are not ready. They need to be ready to fight for Gaza and the people of Palestine, they need to be ready to fight for themselves and their rights, and they need to be ready to fight for a future without imperialist and capitalist greed.

[mollafer]

Alright, guys! I got another awesome discovery to post (courtesy of my cousin...again)!

My cousin stayed at the Three Village Inn in Stony Brook. We actually drove past it in 2017 when I visited Setauket, but I never went inside. So my cousin just recently was staying there and sent me pics...the cottages are all named after members of the Culper Spy Ring!!!

She made sure to send me a pic of the Tallmadge cottages sign XD

But anyway, I thought this was too cute NOT to share. I want to stay here so badly! The pictures on Google of the place are beautiful! Have any of you fine Tumblr folk stayed here before?

[davidson-eric]

BE ALERT!!! 👇👇👇💯💯

Imagine a future where the central bank holds all the power and control over our financial transactions.

This is the reality that could come with the introduction of a Central Bank Digital Currency (CBDC). Unlike traditional forms of money, a CBDC would give the central bank absolute authority over the rules and regulations that dictate its use. This means that the government would have unprecedented control over our financial activity, which could have dire consequences for our freedom.

One of the biggest concerns with a CBDC is its potential threat to privacy. With the ability to track every transaction and gather vast amounts of data, the government would have endless opportunities to monitor and control citizen's financial activity. This level of surveillance could be used to target political opponents and suppress dissent. The mere thought of a government having such power should raise alarm bells for anyone who values their freedom and privacy.

Furthermore, a CBDC could be easily weaponized against those who oppose the government’s agenda. By controlling access to funds and monitoring transactions, the government could effectively silence dissenting voices and stifle any opposition. This would create a chilling effect on free speech and undermine the very foundations of FREEDOM

It is crucial that we carefully consider the implications it could have on our freedom and privacy. The power that a central bank would wield with a CBDC is unprecedented, and we must ensure that safeguards are in place to protect our rights and liberties. The future of CBDC should not come at the expense of our fundamental freedoms. Congress should prohibit the Fed and Treasury from issuing such. CBDCs have no place in the American economy.

Move your funds into the Quantum Ledger Account and be safe from government agendist. We can be reached via email (check bio for email) or a DM away.

# EyesOpenAmerica

[aceontheline]

New York and Mass Just Cuz

New York and Mass. My loves :3

Yes, I still adore these two with a passion because I guess my type is... Men that will tear you apart? Sure, why not-

But anyway. These are from the recent "Table News" episode. D-Did I mention I love them?

[empirearchives]

Teenage Napoleon being absolutely oblivious to the significance of the French Revolution in 1789 and how much it will change his life:

[allyngibson]

No Joy in the Green Grass League

No Joy in the Green Grass League

The York Revolution were having a Peanuts-themed baseball game. As in Charles Schulz’s Peanuts. As in Charlie Brown and Snoopy and the Vince Guaraldi Trio. And they were wearing custom jerseys and auctioning them off.

Naturally, I had to go.

Naturally, the game was today, and I didn’t know about it until yesterday afternoon.

I receive York’s emails. I even sometimes look at them if the subject line grabs me. I can’t say that the subject line grabbed me here — “Win a Revs Jersey While You Help Kids!!” — but the first line of the email — “Good grief, the players are wearing York Revolution Peanuts jerseys!” certainly did.

I had plans — a ticket for the Harrisburg Senators Sunday afternoon game against the Reading Fightin’ Phils — and under pretty much any other circumstances I would have done that and not the York game, but Peanuts and the Beatles are the two themes that would make me change my plans. So I exchanged my Senators ticket for a ticket in the Erie series at the end of the month, put on my yellow Charlie Brown t-shirt, and went to downtown York.

Ironically, I’d been there yesterday, in the downtown area. I went to Prospect Hill Cemetery again; the day was absolutely gorgeous, not the sort of day you want to waste, and I hiked from the grave of Lefty George to the main entrance on George Street, and explored some parts of the cemetery I’d not seen. I also wanted to see if I could see Mt. Rose Cemetery from Prospect Hill. I believe you can, and the next time I go I’ll take binoculars to be sure.

Today was the first time this season I’d been to People’s Bank Park. I’ve seen York this year, but in Lancaster, not York. (Such as their opening day.)

The jerseys the team wore today were snazzy, with a print of baseball-themed Peanuts comic strips. I bid on two of them and won neither, which is fine. It would have been a nice collectible to have, but at the same time I didn’t need to spend $120-plus on something I’d never wear.

Peanuts and baseball are such a natural combination, and I wish the licensors would do more to work with minor league baseball rather than the 87-millionth iteration of Star Wars night and Marvel Comics night.

Since I hadn’t been to The Bank in about a year — I think I was last there for a game where they wore Olympics-themed jerseys — I walked around the stadium before the game.

Just as yesterday I’d tried to determine if Mt. Rose Cemetery could be seen from Prospect Hill Cemetery, I also tried to ascertain if Mt. Rose Cemetery could be seen from the ballpark, since I have tried to see the stadium from the cemetery and been unable to do so. (Or, I might be seeing it and failing to recognize it.) I think the reason I’ve been unable to see the ballpark from the cemetery hill is that it can’t be seen; I couldn’t see Mt. Rose at all from any vantage point. Too much stuff in the way.

When I returned to my seat, an old man at the top row of my section excitedly told me we had a special visitor in the park today — a bald eagle.

The gentleman, I am sorry to say, was difficult to understand. The eagle, he said, didn’t like something, but I don’t know what that something was. He also told me about his health issues — skin cancer, notably — and the medications he was on and how he had to stay out of the sun. I listened with interest and concern, occasionally asking him questions, but I only understood maybe one work in four. After I took my seat, he continued to tell everyone about the eagle, and the eagle stayed there at least an hour into the game.

Before the game, the Vince Guaraldi Peanuts music, most of the familiar tracks and some of the lesser known pieces, was played in the stadium. I thought it was from a CD, but there was a West Coast-style jazz trio, named, appropriately enough, Good Grief, playing the Guaraldi cuts. I have no photos of Good Grief playing, because I didn’t know where they were until they were tearing down their tent. The best I have is a distant shot; they were set up on the party deck behind home plate.

There were also people dressed as Snoopy and Woodstock at the stadium entrance, and fans were getting their photos taken with the characters.

In the early going, the game was tight. The Wild Health Genomes — that’s their name, they play in Lexington, Kentucky — would score, and York would score. York would issue a walk (or three) and get out of the jam. Wild Health’s pitcher was tighter.

And then the home plate umpire got drilled in the nuts.

At least, that’s where it seemed the umpire was struck by the pitch. You’re in the stands. It’s hard to tell.

Other than the jerseys and the pre-game stuff — the character appearances, the West Coast-style jazz band — there wasn’t much Peanuts flavor to the game. Joe Shlabotnik was not in the line-up, nor were they any Shlabotnik-style flashy plays on routine outs. (There was, however, a base runner who was thrown out at first after he stumbled and fell out of the batter’s box.) The video board used the image of Downtown in Schulz’s style, and there was a series of Peanuts clips strung together on the videoboard between innings (though it was also impossible to hear).

York’s pitching was not great. York pitchers issued a team record number of walks — the radio broadcast said, I think, fifteen — and it’s a wonder the Genomes didn’t score more through the first seven innings.

In the eighth the wheels came off York’s pitching, and the Genomes, who came into the inning leading 3-2, took an eight run lead. York couldn’t buy an out. I’ve seen enough Atlantic League baseball to know that an eight run lead in the eighth inning isn’t safe, but York also couldn’t buy a run. The Genomes tacked on three more runs in the tenth. and that’s how it ended -- Genomes 13, York 2.

No joy in Stumptown and the Green Grass League tonight.

But while the hometown team may have faltered, it was certainly a lovely day. It wasn’t hot, it wasn’t humid. There was a light breeze, and gentle clouds floated across the sky. The attendance wasn’t great — maybe 1,500, maybe less — which is unfortunate, because this is exactly the kind of day you want for a tightly played baseball game (for seven innings, anyway).

Lancaster is visiting York this week. Perhaps one night this week after work I’ll attend a game. Otherwise, my next baseball game will be Wednesday, the 24th, in Harrisburg, as they take on the Erie SeaWolves.

[commiepinkofag]

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Hungarian-Americans march up Fifth Avenue on November 4, 1956 in what was called a “March of Mourning” for those dead in the failed revolt against the Soviet Union. Many carry signs, such as the one in foreground, “Communist murderers get out of Hungary.” The marchers are at 57th street, walking south on Fifth Avenue.

Photo: Associated Press

[nordleuchten]

La Fayette and the Monarchy – a Summary

La Fayette’s relationship with the Monarchy, both in France and elsewhere in Europe, was often a rather strained one. While he was not opposed to the institution of the monarchy as such, he often found himself at odds with the ruling families. But regardless of the times and the relationship then existing between La Fayette and Europe’s crowned heads – there was almost always also a certain comedic or even ironical element to it.

So here is a little list of some of La Fayette “best moments”:

La Fayette insulted the future Louis XVIII (and angered his father-in-law in the process)

La Fayette on the future William IV (aka the “Royal Little Tar”)

La Fayette trying to apologize to Louis XVI after going against his direct orders not to sail to America

La Fayette at a dinner party with Lord Cornwallis, Frederick, Duke of York and Frederick the Great

La Fayette featured in rather explicit prints with Marie Antoinette

Queen Charlotte’s approval of La Fayette’s imprisonment

La Fayette’s descendant currently sits on the Belgian Throne

… to be continued

[fullyamess]

Texas’s “pre-approved” division

vs

Oregon counties voting to join Idaho

vs

California’s 200+ attempts (big or small) to split into smaller states

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Vermont, West Virginia, Kentucky, and Maine actually splitting off their original state

fight!

Texas coming into the union with the idea already in his head that he might split up and what does that mean for him? Eventually the push for it goes away and he lets himself acknowledge that he was maybe scared of what it would mean. And he starts thinking instead about leaving the US entirely. And then Austin shows up and Texas forces him down. Refuses to go back to that place of fear and ignores how part of him feels right when Austin’s around.

Oregon has always been steady. Solid. Until he wasn’t. Until he thought maybe leave the US entirely and the State of Jefferson started rumbling and his people looked to Idaho as an option and he put a good spin on it all. He smiled and said that it wasn’t a big deal, that it was such a small percent of his people and he wanted them to be happy and anyway he was still Oregon it was more like they were moving to Idaho not that he was losing anything. Except that he can feel what would go with his people and it still feels like pieces of himself.

California has always torn at the pieces of himself. Picked at the parts of him that didn’t fit and told himself it would be better. That he was too big, too much, and people would be happier if he could be just a little smaller, a little easier to handle, or not a state at all. He remembers when he was even bigger; a territory that extended far beyond his borders. But it’s vague impressions and not quite real memories and maybe not even really his own. The tearing and scratching and yearning to divide and needing to be whole and hating all the pieces of himself and still somehow loving every last inch? That’s real.

Virginia looks at Kentucky and remembers what it felt like; being whole and then having something vital ripped away. Looks at West Virginia and can't believe he survived it twice. Massachusetts wakes up some mornings and presses at the places where Maine used to be like a lost tooth that never grew back. Vermont was New Hampshire's. But then he was also New York's. And then he was neither of theirs so why does New Hampshire look at him and still see exactly how they used to fit together?

[thebestpartofwakingup]

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