#hawick

[aiisstuffnthings]

City Mornings

[peterchall]

21/9/2024

[tonyb-blog]

Scottish Borders - Things to do Part 3. Selkirk, Hawick and Jedburgh

[viteribus]

“Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.” Albert Einstein

“I didn't arrive at my understanding of the fundamental laws of the universe through my rational mind.”

“Concerning matter, we have been all wrong. What we have called matter is energy, whose vibration has been so lowered as to be perceptible to the senses. Matter is spirit reduced to point of visibility. There is no matter.”

"Time and space are not conditions in which we live, but modes by which we think.

Physical concepts are free creations of the human mind, and are not, however it may seem, determined by the external world."

“Time does not exist – we invented it. Time is what the clock says. The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”

“I think 99 times and find nothing. I stop thinking, swim in silence, and the truth comes to me."

"The intellect has little to do on the road to discovery. There comes a leap in consciousness, call it intuition or what you will, the solution comes to you and you don’t know how or why.”

"A human being experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."

"Our separation from each other is an optical illusion."

“When something vibrates, the electrons of the entire universe resonate with it. Everything is connected. The greatest tragedy of human existence is the illusion of separateness.”

“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”

“We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemical garments and our bodies are the instruments through which our souls play their music.”

“When you examine the lives of the most influential people who have ever walked among us, you discover one thread that winds through them all. They have been aligned first with their spiritual nature and only then with their physical selves.”

“The true value of a human being can be found in the degree to which he has attained liberation from the self.”

“The ancients knew something, which we seem to have forgotten.”

“The more I learn of physics, the more I am drawn to metaphysics.”

“One thing I have learned in a long life: that all our science, measured against reality, is primitive and childlike. We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us. It is entirely possible that behind the perception of our senses, worlds are hidden of which we are unaware.”

“I’m not an atheist. The problem involved is too vast for our limited minds. We are in the position of a little child entering a huge library filled with books in many languages. The child knows someone must have written those books.”

"The common idea that I am an atheist is based on a big mistake. Anyone who interprets my scientific theories this way, did not understand them."

"Everything is determined, every beginning and ending, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper."

“The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion. It will transcend a personal God and avoid dogma and theology.”

“Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.”

“Everything is energy and that is all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you can not help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics.”

"I am happy because I want nothing from anyone. I do not care about money. Decorations, titles or distinctions mean nothing to me. I do not crave praise. I claim credit for nothing. A happy man is too satisfied with the present to dwell too much on the future."

[werewolfetone]

Tbh there's no way frome is the most mispronounced place name in britain when the violent bloody crimes americans commit everyday against edinburgh exist

[day0fnight]

grand theft auto v - hair on hawick barbers

( scenery )

developer: rockstar studios

[thecrenellations]

The Master dropped neatly to the ground, and resting his back against the tree, looked up into the dark branches. "And yet you do object, my sullen one. In that fine, unreasoning, Pharos-like brain which works so hard at reflecting other people's emotions, some minor luminary is sitting intoning disticha: it's damned unchivalrous to employ women agents; and infamous to employ them without their knowledge; and indecent to employ them when they are physically defective. And such an offender will never enter the Kingdom of Hawick. So here you are, complaining thus in black and white and grey, and armed with a moral code like an ogee."

This scene in The Game of Kings was the first to make me go OOOH in a pained way and have many thoughts. Its bittersweetness was soon outdone many times, in this book alone, but I still love it.

Lymond, at the end of a long day of fruitless child-interrogation and sheep hijinks and whipping the Lang Cleg, picking a fight with Will Scott (who's wrong about many things, including Christian Stewart), telling him how his brain works before banning him from making assumptions about Lymond's own thoughts, and shoving George Douglas's letter in his shocked face. Choreography with leaves and letters and blankets and dry sprigs. Francis Crawford's laughter showing his fatigue...

Whatever color scheme happened here doesn't really capture the mood, but Will looks fed up and Lymond looks smug, so I think we're good. Plus, gold gel pen for golden hair. ;)

[razorsadness]

I was in the heather when this lad came by upon a motorbike

He was dressed in leather and he had the kind of kilt I kind of like

And he asked me to his cottage for some haggis and some tea

And he asked if there were any more at home that looked like me

And we did the Scottish Temple stomp and this is how it sounded to a bee

[linggluu]

i can't believe these two were the same 咖位 in like 2010

[ukbusines]

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[peterchall]

Walkers and talkies

[melonconsumer]

Hawick Lau was spotted on a date with actress Li Xiaofeng on Nov 13

Nov 18, he announces his relationship

Li Xiaofeng plays Ren Minmin in She and Her Perfect Husband, who happens to be the best friend of Yang Mi’s character. Yang Mi’s character even helps her expose her husband for cheating

[thunderstruck9]

Andrew Cranston (British, 1969), Trail of the Lonesome Pine, 1993. Oil and pencil on canvas, 174.5 x 175.4 cm. Hawick Museum, Wilton Lodge

[dangermousie]

What on earth is this drama ahahahahaha

Of course more drinking! I swear, it looked like she was chugging bathwater :P

Half this show's budget went on ribbons...

And then ML being the brand of special he is, chokes her out and she wakes up tied to a swing in a brothel because we had 0.3 secs without bondage.

She gets rescued by Bore NonPsychingson and ML literally spits blood at that and starts beating up people insulting her and I laugh and laugh.

I am halfway thru and this ML is the worst drama ML except for Hawick Lau's Sealed with a Kiss one, which is impressive! I hope he dies of multiple stab wounds but alas...

[scotianostra]

February 7th 1837 saw the birth of James Murray, first editor of the Oxford English Dictionary.

A couple of things that I love about this, 1; a Scot was the first editor of the most famous English dictionary, a 2; the picture of Murray, he just looks the part!

He was certainly something of a prodigy as a child, despite his humble background. Born in the Borders village of Denholm, near Hawick, the son of a tailor, he reputedly knew his alphabet by the time he was eighteen months old, and was soon showing a precocious interest in other languages, including—at the age of 7—Chinese.

Thanks to his voracious appetite for reading, and what he called ‘a sort of mania for learning languages’, he was already a remarkably well-educated boy by the time his formal schooling ended, at the age of 14, with a knowledge of French, German, Italian, Latin, and Greek, oh and of course Gaelic, along with a range of other interests, including botany, geology, and archaeology. After a few years teaching in local schools—he was evidently a born teacher, and was made a headmaster at the age of 21—he moved to London, and took work in a bank.

e soon began to attend meetings of the London Philological Society, and threw himself into the study of dialect and pronunciation—an interest he had already developed while still in Scotland—and also of the history of English. In 1870 an opening at Mill Hill School, just outside London, enabled him to return to teaching. He began studying for an external London BA degree, which he finished in 1873, the same year as his first big scholarly publication, a study of Scottish dialects which was widely recognized as a pioneering work in its field and was the first ever sustained history of the Scots tongue.

Only a year later his linguistic research had earned him his first honorary degree, a doctorate from Edinburgh University: quite an achievement for a self-taught man of 37.

In 1876 Murray was approached by the London publishers Macmillans about the possibility of editing a dictionary, he accepted the challenged and it was generally thought the publication would take around ten years to complete and run to 6,400 pages, in four volumes, he undertook the work while still teaching at Mill Hill, although he did enlist help in several assistants.

Five years later- no- he hadn't finished it, he was a genius but not that much, they published the first volume, A-Ant, to steal the words from a future film, they were going to need a bigger book!" The team sent out the call for volunteers all across the country. one American man, William Chester Minor, even responded from his prison cell in Broadmoor while serving a life sentence for murder. still suffered from paranoid delusions, some saw his work on the Oxford English Dictionary as a form of therapy. Minor became a regular collaborator with Murray as he sent his notes to the editor every week for 20 years. Every letter Minor signed with the closing, “Broadmoor, Crowthorne, Berkshire.

Murray soon had to give up his school teaching, and moved to Oxford in 1885; even then progress was too slow, and eventually three other Editors were appointed, each with responsibility for different parts of the alphabet. Although for more than three-quarters of the time he worked on the OED there were other Editors working alongside him—he eventually died in 1915—and although he had a staff of assistants helping him, it is without question that he was the Editor of the Dictionary.

It was not until 1928 that C. T. Onions and William Craigie finally finished the main text. In terms of the methodology he developed, The Oxford English Dictionary is largely Murray's creation; as the ‘Historical Introduction’ to the OED states, ‘to Murray belongs the credit for giving it, at the outset, a form which proved to be adequate to the end’.

In his private life Murray married an Ada Agnes Ruthven and they found time to have 11 children together, all of whom reached adulthood, and unusual occurrence back then. Some even helped him in the compilation of the OED. The third pic is great and shows him astride a huge ‘sand-monster’ constructed on the beach during one of the family’s holidays in North Wales.

He was never made a Fellow of an Oxford college, to their shame, and only received an Oxford honorary doctorate the year before his death.He died of pleurisy on 26 July 1915 and requested to be buried in Oxford beside the grave of his best friend, James Legge.

[landwriter]

oaths ch.9 preview

Hob woke with a start. There was already a wicked joy in him, a clamouring thing, aching to go out. Every part of his body strained after it like a leashed cur. He washed himself, feeling for everything like today he was a wild creature wearing the skin of a man.

He thought of his Dream, here. He dressed, and saw Dream putting on common clothes. He stoked the hearth, and saw Dream with soot-black fingers and axe-callouses. He saw his bare feet, naked on the stone, complaining of the chill while Hob brought the fire up. He saw Dream by his side, all about Aikwood, and when he shut his eyes he could almost feel him too, skin pressed on skin, pale hands knowing for themselves not just Hob’s body, but all the artefacts of his life: rough blankets, dry kindling, steel helm. Holding them too. His eyes stung. It was not for the smoke.

Soon, soothed his heart. Soon, soon, soon.

By the time he left his room, a greater fire was roaring inside his chest. Sidelong glances and whispers followed him when he went outside.

“The Queen of Faerie herself-”

“To win the hand of his love,-”

“A curs’d elphin man”

He was half-certain these whispers were started by Duncan. When they broke fast together, he asked, “Is there anyone you haven’t told?”

“No,” said Duncan, and passed him his crust of bread in the stead of any remorse.

Later in the morning, the young smith’s apprentice from Hawick arrived on the back of a fine black nag. He presented Hob with the iron dagger, wrapped in linen. Hob took it out, and felt the weight. It was different than steel. Something inside of him, hungry, howled.

“Is it true you mean this for the Faerie Queen?” asked the apprentice, and then flushed violently, as if he hadn’t meant to say it aloud. “Only that’s what Gelis says.”

“If she stands between us, I will bury it in her breast,” he said. Then he smiled with all his teeth. “But first I mean to rob her.”