The Chained Library of Zutphen

I took these pictures during a visit to the 16th-century chained library of Zutphen, in the east of the Netherlands. It is one of three such libraries still in existence in Europe. Nothing much has changed here for 550 years.

Here is more information (in English) on the chained library in Zutphen. Also check out this recent blog on medieval chained libraries (and Zutphen’s), written by one of the researchers in my project. More images in my project’s Flickr stream, taken by Julie Somers during our excursion to Zutphen: http://www.flickr.com/photos/medievalfragments/sets/72157633531756018/

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Reading in Restraint: The Last Chained Libraries

In the Middle Ages, books were incredibly scarce, and although many wanted to share knowledge with the masses, they didn’t quite trust the public. So the chained library was born, and while most of these restrained reading collections have vanished, a rare few still exist, looking much as they did centuries ago. 

Come with us for a tour of the world’s last remaining chained libraries, on Atlas Obscura!


I haves #sunflower on my monitor.



my hair and i have a very complicated relationship </3




Another fast warm-up.

I don’t know why I love this so fucking much.

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Evening Post: August 12, 1899.
"She immediately alighted, caught hold of the astonished youth, and gave him a sound thrashing, using her fists in a scientific fashion…”

I would love to know what this means.

I think that might be code for “punched him in the balls with devastating accuracy”.

It’s actually not a euphemism. In 1890s jargon, saying that one fought “scientifically” means that they displayed formal martial arts training.

(Note that “martial arts” in this context doesn’t necessarily mean karate or whatnot. A number of Western European martial arts styles were widely practiced at the time, though most have become extinct outside of sport-fighting in the modern era.)

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This is a great movie.

What I want to say EVERY SINGLE TIME. 

Baristas are paid minimum wage to follow their company’s policies. That includes using whatever terms their company decides on for branding purposes. If you want a frappuccino instead of a frappe, a large instead of a venti, or whatever other thing you wanna call your drink, that’s fine. Your barista? They are paid shitty wages and work shitty hours and have to deal with hundreds of people telling them medium instead of grande, or large instead of venti (which refers to the fact that it is, actually, 20 oz of liquid, meaning you’re being a jackass for no reason).

Your barista isn’t stupid. They know what a fucking ‘large’ is and they know their store’s branding and slang sounds dumb to a lot of people. So how about, instead of being an asshole to a minimum wage worker, you consider why you keep buying $6 coffees instead of making that shit at home.

I’ll say that one more time.

Your barista is not stupid.

They know what a large is, what a medium is, and what a small is.

They also know they can be fired for not toeing the company line. And they can be fired for not standing there and taking the abuse you’re spewing at them.

They are being paid to not fight back. They are being paid to stand there all day and translate medium to grande and venti and large and regular and all while you bitch about the specific words you “have” to use. They are being paid to be welcoming and friendly and nice to you while you call them stupid.

Bitch, I know baristas with Ph.Ds, okay? Back the fuck off.

bless you

I will note that I have never seen a barista refuse to take an order unless it’s given in their special branding. The most I’ve seen is pointing to the cups to ask which of the options the customer means by medium. (For example, ‘tall’ is the size I think of as a medium, or regular cup of coffee, but “grande” is the middle option, but that word means “large”, so…) Maybe there is some straw barista out there who will dig in until the customer says the exact magic words, but that’s lousy customer service and costs business, so it’s really never going to be policy in a corporate chain.

What you do get is someone repeating back the order in jargon, which is not them correcting you. It’s a mnemonic for the use of the people behind the counter to make sure everyone’s on the same page. The person taking your order is often not the person making your drink, so it’s important they pass their assembly-line instructions to one another using the expected jargon and word order to prevent mistakes.

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I nearly choked.

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this is the best gif EVER




I am so relieved that I can finally debut this Sailor Moon piece.  It’s been finished for quite some time now but my twin has been holding it ransom. Needless to say he has finally revealed his incredible redesigns of the Sailor Scouts, so please go give him some love! 

Anyways this isn’t the last Sailor Moon piece from me. Get ready for something special…

and scott’s piece, based on ben’s designs! :D so beautiful.

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by the way did I ever tell y’all about the time I got a blank message from nobody, sent on new year’s eve in 1969, when the internet didn’t exist?

because that happened

What the fuck

Time travel.

Or maybe its from 2069, when we’ve developed the technology to send data to the past. You sent yourself a blank message as a test but as the email address you used to send it doesnt exist yet, it came up as no sender

I… what?


So back in the early days of computers, when we were trying to build clocks to keep all our computers in sync, we tried a bunch of different ways to synchronize them in ways that both normal people could use and programmers could utilize.

We just tried saying “The current time is THIS date” and just storing that date as some text, but while that was easy for humans, it was a bunch of different numbers that worked together in funny ways and computers don’t play nice with a bunch of random, arbitrary rules.

Not much worked, until we realized that we needed a BASELINE to compare against, and a way to represent the current time that covers everybody. So we came up with Unix time, because Unix was the style at the time. Essentially, Unix time represents any given time by saying “How many seconds ago was 12:00 AM on January 1, 1970 in Iceland somewhere?”. Recent enough to keep the numbers relatively small, far enough that nothing computer-y would fall before it, and consistent enough that there’d be no discrepancy based on where you are.

So what happens when you see the date “December 31, 1969” on a buggy message like this is that the computer received a bunch of zeroes by mistake and went “Oh, this must be a message!” Then when it tried to interpret it, it got to the date, found a zero, and said “Zero seconds since the Unix Epoch? I’ll round down - this was sent at the last second of New Year’s Eve, 1969! They’ll be so happy to finally get their blank message.”

And then the computer traipsed off on its merry way, because computers are fucking ridiculous.

This is frankly more hilarious than the 1969 time traveler theory

I just love how programmers aren’t considered “normal people”

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can we please talk about how awesome the new batgirl design is?

the jacket the boots..i just… YAS gimme

I love the cape! It doesn’t wrap around her neck (no choking!) and it unfastens easily which is so brilliant because there must be so many scenarios where capes are not helpful.

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