Ironically, canopic jars were for the other organs; (liver, stomach, lungs, and intestines, iirc,) and the heart was left in place inside the body. So we’ll need to come up with a fifth god to put on the lid of any heart-jar. :)
Ironically, canopic jars were for the other organs; (liver, stomach, lungs, and intestines, iirc,) and the heart was left in place inside the body. So we’ll need to come up with a fifth god to put on the lid of any heart-jar. :)
An apology is to address something you did. An apology is not for addressing how other people feel.
Yep 😊
Last year Jezebel/Pictorial had a feature on the fashionableness of TB in that era - it was a disease that was ideal for tortured, feverish creative types. By the time my great-grandfather died of it in the 1920s, it was considered to be a cause for isolation and (rightly) fear. My grandmother’s last memory of him was…
Actually yeah, Ivana was an Olympic-caliber skier. She made the mistake of being better at him than it, and he sulked forever. I love this tidbit (from the day after his first ski lesson):
A rudimentary paste sustains her organic systems.
Jeeze, live under a rock much ? Next you’ll be telling us you weren’t aware of Mendelssohn’s freeze-dried kneecaps !
Total douche (at best). I wish I could find it now, but I once saw a picture of him leaving a club where the coke was actually falling out of his nose.
So does this mean that Monty Python should remove him from the lyrics of Decomposing Composers, at least prior to someone having reason to compose “The Humorless Humerus of These Deceased Humorists?”
No, but if you hum a few bars, I bet I can play along.
Someday, the heart of Donald Trump will be pickled and placed into the center of the Orbis Mala, as a booster for its evil power.
Pickling various organs after death was not uncommon in the 18th and 19th centuries. Pretty much all the Hapsburgs have parts of them picked in giant vats at some church (St Stephens?) in Vienna.
Oh sure. I ate it with fava beans and a nice key-YAN-tee.
The story of his heart and how it was moved during the war could be a movie!
I KNEW I SHOULDN’T HAVE SLEPT THROUGH MY MUSIC HISTORY COURSES.
No 59-year-old anesthesiologist breaks FIVE RIBS over some plants. This is sex stuff.
I don’t think he wants anyone digging into it, but I really think what he’s hiding is a bunch of childish behavior that might make people decide he’s a shitty neighbor who had it coming.
“Trivial dispute” is legalese for “please, for the love of God, don’t dig into this story any more. There’s ugly shit in here that we don’t want to get out.”
Amen. And the fake non-apologies are driving me crazy. I just Jesse Jackson’s bullshit apology and now this.