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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
And I quote:
I've found my new hero, role model, and all-around BFF.
"At the start of the eleventh century Byzantium enjoyed something of a resurgence of wealth and power under the ferocious despot Basil II (976-1025), also known as Basil the Bulgar-Slayer. He earned this epithet through an act of unparalleled ruthlessness.
Facing renewed Bulgar agression in 1014, he outmanoeuvered and trapped their army, capturing 14,000 prisoners. The Bulgar Prince Samuel escaped, so Basil decided to send him a clear message about the dangers of threatening the empire. He chose to release reather than execute his prisoners, but had ninety-nine out of every hundred blidned, leaving the hundredth man one eye with which to guide his mutilated companions back into Bulgar territory. The sight of this train of broken wretches crushed Samuel's spirit and he died of shock two days later."
Taken from Thomas Asbridge's book The First Crusade.
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"At the start of the eleventh century Byzantium enjoyed something of a resurgence of wealth and power under the ferocious despot Basil II (976-1025), also known as Basil the Bulgar-Slayer. He earned this epithet through an act of unparalleled ruthlessness.
Facing renewed Bulgar agression in 1014, he outmanoeuvered and trapped their army, capturing 14,000 prisoners. The Bulgar Prince Samuel escaped, so Basil decided to send him a clear message about the dangers of threatening the empire. He chose to release reather than execute his prisoners, but had ninety-nine out of every hundred blidned, leaving the hundredth man one eye with which to guide his mutilated companions back into Bulgar territory. The sight of this train of broken wretches crushed Samuel's spirit and he died of shock two days later."
Taken from Thomas Asbridge's book The First Crusade.
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Thursday, October 15, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Sauntering About - Oct 09 BRR Mixtape Brigade
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=3OSACWVAOctober is my favorite month ever. EVAR!
This is the time when the scourge of Cleveland summers begins to wane and the cool breath of God flows down from the Great White North. This is the onset of the harvest; when the fruits of labors are rewarded. This is the season of Fall Festivals, hoodies, hay rides, antique fairs, skyscapes. The scent of autumn is pronounced, exciting and far surpasses the shallow whiffs that spring can only manage to blow about.
This is peak foliage season, folks. This is when earth colors are both vibrant and muted. Light takes on a different attitude. The chilly morning air now has that certain bite that only occurs during the days of October. Indeed, mornings in general are palpable, divine, sober.
Combine these feelings of contentment with the nip in the air, the theater of deciduous forests and wandering paths within, and these twelve rustic tunes and you will only kind of glimpse how enriching I find this time of year. Dig it.
This is the time when the scourge of Cleveland summers begins to wane and the cool breath of God flows down from the Great White North. This is the onset of the harvest; when the fruits of labors are rewarded. This is the season of Fall Festivals, hoodies, hay rides, antique fairs, skyscapes. The scent of autumn is pronounced, exciting and far surpasses the shallow whiffs that spring can only manage to blow about.
This is peak foliage season, folks. This is when earth colors are both vibrant and muted. Light takes on a different attitude. The chilly morning air now has that certain bite that only occurs during the days of October. Indeed, mornings in general are palpable, divine, sober.
Combine these feelings of contentment with the nip in the air, the theater of deciduous forests and wandering paths within, and these twelve rustic tunes and you will only kind of glimpse how enriching I find this time of year. Dig it.
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