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[?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
@CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

"Certain success evicts one from the paradise of winning against the odds."

    [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
    @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

    Soccernomics: Why European Men and American Women Win and Billionaire Owners are Destined to Lose by Simon Kuper and Stefan Szymanski

    From Simon: To Pamela (who doesn't know about soccer, but knows about writing) for her astonishing tolerance. And to Leila, Leo, and Joey, for all the smiles. From Stefan: To my father. We never saw eye to eye, but he taught me to question everything.

    Alt...From Simon: To Pamela (who doesn't know about soccer, but knows about writing) for her astonishing tolerance. And to Leila, Leo, and Joey, for all the smiles. From Stefan: To my father. We never saw eye to eye, but he taught me to question everything.

      [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
      @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

      May The Ignoramus Die For Me. Poem by Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. His poems in his own voice.

      [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
      @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

      Silent Verse. Poem by Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. His poems in his own voice.

      [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
      @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

      Nox In Nigro Caelo. Gothic Tale By Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. His poems in his own voice.

      [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
      @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

      Me muera el cernícalo. Poema de Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. Sus poemas en su voz.

      [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
      @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

      Versus silentr. Poema de Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. Sus poemas en su voz.

      [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
      @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

      Nox In Nigro Caelo. Cuento gótico de Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. Sus poemas en su voz.

      [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
      @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

      "The undramatic fact is that I just think and think and think until I have something [for a story], and there is nothing marvelous or artistic about the phenomenon."

        [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
        @fictograma@mastodon.social

        🌊 Abraham despierta náufrago en Ocevaris, con la piedra fría y sin respuestas. Pero cuando el mar amenaza con tragarse todo… su poder despierta.¿Será suficiente para sobrevivir al norte profundo?
        fictograma.com/d/3213-los-hech

          [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
          @fictograma@mastodon.social

          Dos semanas después, Raiden —con ropa nueva y más fuerte— va a su cita con la princesa Himari. Ella, que nunca había salido del palacio, termina durmiendo en el suelo del bosque, tapada con la chaqueta de él, mirando la luna...
          fictograma.com/d/3214-capitulo

            [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
            @fictograma@mastodon.social

            Alipo Tazo tenía un problema: su inodoro no iba al caño. Levantabas la tapa y podías caer en una jungla nevada, una ciudad steampunk… o mirar a un ojo gigante que te leía la mente..."
            fictograma.com/d/3215-eventos-

              [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
              @fictograma@mastodon.social

              "En la Galería, el mago se ocultaba tras muros que respiraban. Traicionado, perseguido y lleno de imágenes de sangre, solo quería llegar a Jacon. Arlon le ofreció refugio. Zev, una mano en el hombro y una promesa: '...'
              fictograma.com/d/3216-el-mago-

                [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
                @fictograma@mastodon.social

                🌿🦌 Entre bosques prohibidos, antiguos rencores y criaturas que leen el alma, Elianor y Kaelithiel se adentran en los secretos más oscuros de Sylrion.
                fictograma.com/d/3217-la-torme

                  [?]The Vulgar Tongue » 🤖 🌐
                  @TheVulgarTongue@zirk.us

                  DUCE. Two-pence.

                  A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                  --
                  @histodons

                  Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot): DUCE. Two-pence. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                  Alt...Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot): DUCE. Two-pence. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                    [?]Walt » 🌐
                    @astralcomputing@bookstodon.com

                    Died this day: 06/14/1995 (b 05/13/1937)
                    Roger Zelazny was a master of New Wave SF, fusing ancient myth with futuristic concepts. A winner of six Hugos and three Nebulas. "This Immortal" his debut novel, tied with Dune for the 1966 Hugo Award.

                    en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Ze


                    @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

                    astralcomputing.com

                    Art by Gray Morrow

                    The book cover for "THIS IMMORTAL" by ROGER ZELAZNY features artwork by Gray Morrow. The composition centers on a bald, gaunt humanoid figure in dark, heavy robes, standing with arms outstretched and palms upward. The figure’s face is cast in deep shadow, though intense backlighting from a glowing nebula creates a bright yellow rim of light along his head and shoulders. This backlighting emphasizes his skeletal features and prominent brow. To the right, a large reddish-orange planetary body with numerous circular craters fills the mid-ground. The background is a fiery expanse of swirling orange, yellow, and red clouds, speckled with white pinpoints that suggest stars or sparks. The ground is a rugged, dark red rocky terrain. At the top, the author’s name, "ROGER ZELAZNY," is in a large, blocky yellow sans-serif font with black outlines. Below, the title, "THIS IMMORTAL," appears in identical white font. The top-left corner contains a blue and white "ace book" logo, the code "F-393," and the price "40c." Vertical text on the far left edge reads "First Book Publication." A white tagline at the bottom right reads, "He was an enigma to Earthmen and star-beings alike." The lighting originates from the background, creating a silhouette effect on the central figure and craggy foreground outcrops. The typography is bold and positioned to overlap the celestial scene. The overall mood is dramatic and otherworldly, defined by high-contrast crimson and golden tones.

                    Alt...The book cover for "THIS IMMORTAL" by ROGER ZELAZNY features artwork by Gray Morrow. The composition centers on a bald, gaunt humanoid figure in dark, heavy robes, standing with arms outstretched and palms upward. The figure’s face is cast in deep shadow, though intense backlighting from a glowing nebula creates a bright yellow rim of light along his head and shoulders. This backlighting emphasizes his skeletal features and prominent brow. To the right, a large reddish-orange planetary body with numerous circular craters fills the mid-ground. The background is a fiery expanse of swirling orange, yellow, and red clouds, speckled with white pinpoints that suggest stars or sparks. The ground is a rugged, dark red rocky terrain. At the top, the author’s name, "ROGER ZELAZNY," is in a large, blocky yellow sans-serif font with black outlines. Below, the title, "THIS IMMORTAL," appears in identical white font. The top-left corner contains a blue and white "ace book" logo, the code "F-393," and the price "40c." Vertical text on the far left edge reads "First Book Publication." A white tagline at the bottom right reads, "He was an enigma to Earthmen and star-beings alike." The lighting originates from the background, creating a silhouette effect on the central figure and craggy foreground outcrops. The typography is bold and positioned to overlap the celestial scene. The overall mood is dramatic and otherworldly, defined by high-contrast crimson and golden tones.

                      [?]Walt » 🌐
                      @astralcomputing@bookstodon.com

                      Please BOOST!
                      SPECIAL COLLECTORS EDITION of This Immortal by Roger Zelazny

                      astralcomputing.com/books/this
                      or see the full collection here:

                      astralcomputing.com



                      @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

                      Art by Vincent DiFate

                      Striking maroon leather-bound edition of This Immortal by Roger Zelazny, part of The Masterpieces of Science Fiction Collection by The Easton Press. The cover and spine are intricately adorned with elegant gold-embossed designs. The title is prominently displayed on the spine in graceful gold lettering, alongside the author's name. The spine also features a small, detailed depiction of pyramids - On the cover is a bold illustration of pyramids, a glowing celestial eye, and cosmic elements, all rendered in shimmering 22kt gold - This collector's edition is expertly crafted in full leather with raised hubbed spines, ensuring durability and a classic aesthetic. It is printed on archival-quality acid-neutral paper with gilded edges, combining elegance with longevity. The binding features smyth-sewn construction and concealed muslin joints, offering both durability and ease of handling - Maintained in pristine condition, this volume is part of a single-owner private collection, stored unread in dust-free bookcases within a dry climate. A pristine, untouched bookplate is included on the inside front cover, signifying its exclusivity. This edition features an introduction by Robert Silverberg and stunning illustrations by Vincent DiFate, capturing the imaginative essence of Zelazny's storytelling. This volume is a masterpiece of literary artistry and craftsmanship, making it a prized addition for collectors

                      Alt...Striking maroon leather-bound edition of This Immortal by Roger Zelazny, part of The Masterpieces of Science Fiction Collection by The Easton Press. The cover and spine are intricately adorned with elegant gold-embossed designs. The title is prominently displayed on the spine in graceful gold lettering, alongside the author's name. The spine also features a small, detailed depiction of pyramids - On the cover is a bold illustration of pyramids, a glowing celestial eye, and cosmic elements, all rendered in shimmering 22kt gold - This collector's edition is expertly crafted in full leather with raised hubbed spines, ensuring durability and a classic aesthetic. It is printed on archival-quality acid-neutral paper with gilded edges, combining elegance with longevity. The binding features smyth-sewn construction and concealed muslin joints, offering both durability and ease of handling - Maintained in pristine condition, this volume is part of a single-owner private collection, stored unread in dust-free bookcases within a dry climate. A pristine, untouched bookplate is included on the inside front cover, signifying its exclusivity. This edition features an introduction by Robert Silverberg and stunning illustrations by Vincent DiFate, capturing the imaginative essence of Zelazny's storytelling. This volume is a masterpiece of literary artistry and craftsmanship, making it a prized addition for collectors

                        [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                        @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                        Dear Future Producer: A Guide to Create Your Own Content and Gain Creative Freedom by Maggie Stiggers and Spiro Marcos

                        DEDICATION This book is a love letter to every actor or artist who has ever heard the word no or at times, nothing at all. Having a dream is a beautiful thing. Please don't lose sight of that. You've got this.

                        Alt...DEDICATION This book is a love letter to every actor or artist who has ever heard the word no or at times, nothing at all. Having a dream is a beautiful thing. Please don't lose sight of that. You've got this.

                          [?]Diary of a Wanderer » 🌐
                          @greatbenji.business.blog@greatbenji.business.blog

                          Temptations awakening

                          I decide to not knock on his door before going to church. I shouldn't be the one to always remind him to go to church. He's an adult. And he knows the route to church. I hear him on the phone in his room. Perhaps talking to another of his many girls. I wonder what his girlfriend makes of his many female friends. He's handsome and young, and she might sometimes wonder how secure her place is in his life. Coupled with the long distance between them, and his disinterest in religious matters, I […] [SENSITIVE CONTENT]

                          I decide to not knock on his door before going to church. I shouldn’t be the one to always remind him to go to church. He’s an adult. And he knows the route to church.

                          I hear him on the phone in his room. Perhaps talking to another of his many girls. I wonder what his girlfriend makes of his many female friends. He’s handsome and young, and she might sometimes wonder how secure her place is in his life. Coupled with the long distance between them, and his disinterest in religious matters, I foresee some rough times, maybe moments of truth, ahead of them.

                          I’ve always said that a man thinks he’s got a girlfriend until a serious competitor comes along. That’s when she begins to reconsider all the things she’s been swallowing for so long. Many girls these days, especially if they’re considering someone to settle with, love men who take their faith seriously. They don’t want to be the ones leading their men to God all the time like some unwilling lamb.

                          I lock my door. And unlock the main door leading outside. When he’s on the phone, he hardly hears any other thing around him. I’m assuming he didn’t hear me stepping out.

                          By now the rain had slackened to a drizzle. I hurry through it to the bus stop. I notice a fair lady on the opposite side of the road. She’s always there every Sunday morning, perhaps on her way to church, judging from her appearance. She has a frown on her face, busy looking on her phone as always. Many men passing by stare at her for long, it’s obvious they’ve been  hooked by her beauty, although I couldn’t see where that beauty was. I understand her frown – she must have gotten used to men getting hypnotized by her fair skin, giving her the impression that she was really somebody. Which explains why she sniffs at everything in trousers with contempt.

                          A bus arrives and I leave with it. The bus conductor gives me more change than I deserve, but after much contemplation, I hand it back to him while alighting.

                          At church, they were already singing praises. The usher leads me to the seat right behind the front role. I squirm with displeasure.

                          It’s service as usual. Just that we have a visiting minister, a very young pastor. I used to look down on young inexperienced men of God. But over the years, I’ve noticed that God uses people we look down on to bless many lives. Often, it’s the people we think are hypocrites, or have serious character defects and do not speak good English that are used mightily by God.

                          And so I listen to the sermon and note what I believe was God’s message to me: that God is always willing to bless us if we are ready. And our readiness shows in our changed attitude.

                          During offertory time, I disagreed with some of the scriptures cited as bases for the offertory. Monies were taken in the New Testament church with the goal of sharing it according to the needs of church members. However, we cite those same scriptures during offerings for projects that hardly have anything to do with the welfare of church members.

                          Towards the end of the service, I get a text message from my flatmate, asking if I’ll be home soon. I tell him NO, knowing that he’s probably thinking of sending me money to buy him food when returning home.

                          “If I stayed home like you did, how would you have bought food for yourself?“ I say to myself.

                          After church, I get a lift. A colleague takes me on his motorbike, and along the way, he complains about how during Christmas, our company has no Christmas packages for its workers. At first, I didn’t see that as a source of worry, but for a married man like him, I understand why it matters: his wife and kids see other workers come home with big Christmas packages that relieve them of the extra spendings during festive seasons, while he comes home with nothing extra besides his paycheck.

                          Upon getting home, I decide to pray for a while. The goal was to pray till 6pm before breaking my fast. But the going gets tough as I cross 1pm into 2pm. At some point, I begin to wonder if the fast was necessary, then I console myself that the devil must have seen the blessings coming my way as a result of mu spiritual exercise so he’s trying to dissuade me.

                          Along the way, I get this insight: to break my fast at three instead of six, and following Sunday, break the fast at six. The gradual shift in the time will make my body gradually adapt rather than try to jump off a high cliff on first try.

                          I break my fast at 3pm after which I watch the movie Pulp Fiction. About twenty minutes into the movie, I lose concentration. One particular scene drags into several minutes, forcing me to change the movie to Dog Day Afternoon. The plan was to watch for a few minutes then come back later to continue but the suspense of the bank robbery by the naive robbers hook me to my seat till I was over an hour into the movie.

                          By this time, I felt hungry and paused the movie to go get something to eat by the roadside which was about fifteen minutes walk from my house.

                          It’s drizzling but hunger drives me through the rain. At the food joint, I wait while the vendor attends to three youngsters. Her back was mostly turned to me all this while and I could not help but notice her fine shape in her slightly tight dress. She was Muslim and much younger than I was. Suddenly I found her attractive although I had been buying food from her for months now. Perhaps it was because I had decided to be serious with my prayer life that’s why temptations that slept around me were now waking up.

                          I buy my food and hurry home to eat and finish up the movie…

                          [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                          @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                          🌊 Abraham despierta náufrago en Ocevaris, con la piedra fría y sin respuestas. Pero cuando el mar amenaza con tragarse todo… su poder despierta...
                          fictograma.com/d/3213-los-hech

                            [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                            @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                            Dos semanas después, Raiden —con ropa nueva y más fuerte— va a su cita con la princesa Himari. Ella, que nunca había salido del palacio, termina durmiendo en el suelo del bosque, tapada...
                            fictograma.com/d/3214-capitulo

                              [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                              @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                              Alipo Tazo tenía un problema: su inodoro no iba al caño. Levantabas la tapa y podías caer en una jungla nevada, una ciudad steampunk… o mirar a un ojo gigante que te leía la mente.."
                              fictograma.com/d/3215-eventos-

                                [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                "En la Galería, el mago se ocultaba tras muros que respiraban. Traicionado, perseguido y lleno de imágenes de sangre, solo quería llegar a Jacon. Arlon le ofreció refugio. Zev, una mano en el..
                                fictograma.com/d/3216-el-mago-

                                  [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                  @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                  🌿🦌 Entre bosques prohibidos, antiguos rencores y criaturas que leen el alma, Elianor y Kaelithiel se adentran en los secretos más oscuros de Sylrion.
                                  fictograma.com/d/3217-la-torme

                                    [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                    @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                    En "El Quijote de la Mancha, Cap. 9": Cervantes interrumpe la épica batalla contra el vizcaíno… y va a Toledo. Allí, en el Alcaná, encuentra unos papeles...
                                    fictograma.com/d/3218-el-ingen

                                      [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                      @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                      En "Hamlet": Mudo ante su propia tragedia. «¿No es admirable que este actor, en una fábula, en una ficción, pueda dirigir tan a su placer el ánimo… y esto por nadie: por Hécuba?»
                                      fictograma.com/d/3220-hamlet-a

                                        [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                        @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                        "El indio": Ritual ancestral del Volador. El tambor suena, el mástil gigantesco llega entre gritos y sudor. Los hombres danzan en lo más alto...
                                        fictograma.com/d/3219-el-indio

                                          [?]Bevan Thomas » 🌐
                                          @bevanthomas@mstdn.ca

                                          "Come not between the dragon and his wrath."
                                          - William Shakespeare, "King Lear" (Act 1, Scene 1)

                                          The dragon relaxes in a scene from Disney's "The Reluctant Dragon."

                                          Alt...The dragon relaxes in a scene from Disney's "The Reluctant Dragon."

                                            [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                                            @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                                            The Golden Doves by Martha Hall Kelly

                                            For all the women who survived Ravensbrück. And those who never came home.

                                            Alt...For all the women who survived Ravensbrück. And those who never came home.

                                              [?]Caesai » 🌐
                                              @caesai@mastodon.social

                                              Hoy vamos a hablar de qué es lo que está pasando con los libros. ¿Por qué hay tantos best-seller (incluso premiados) que, simplemente, están mal escritos?

                                              youtu.be/Q1dPR9smugs?si=Q5UP7I

                                                [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                                                @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                                                "There is less trouble and trauma involved in writing a new piece than in trying to salvage an unsatisfactory old one."

                                                  [?]North Sea Armed Forces Lodge » 🌐
                                                  @North_Sea_829@norden.social

                                                  The first published book to include the word Freemason was "A Booke in English metre, of the great Merchant man called Dives Pragmaticus," published in 1563.

                                                    [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                    @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                                                    Inverse Cowgirl by Alicia Roth Weigel

                                                    I dedicate this book to intersex kids, of all ages (and Bad Bunny)

                                                    Alt...I dedicate this book to intersex kids, of all ages (and Bad Bunny)

                                                      [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                                                      @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                                                      "The purpose of aphorisms is to keep fools who have memorised them from having nothing to say."

                                                        [?]Jake's Flea Market » 🌐
                                                        @jakedepeuterpoetics.com@jakedepeuterpoetics.com

                                                        in the sun brillianced square

                                                        in the sun brillianced square
                                                        my saturday shadow had shrunk
                                                        down to the small
                                                        circle in which i stood
                                                        loudly the gander flocks gaggled
                                                        and more loudly the merchant throngs
                                                        and the throngs of purchasers haggled
                                                        i received
                                                        free rumours of plagues and of wars
                                                        free news of birth and of death
                                                         
                                                        i was offered cabbage and kale
                                                        offered turnips and carrots
                                                        garlic and leeks   beans and peas
                                                        spinach and lettuce   good king henry
                                                        pork   lamb   poultry
                                                        before i bought a loaf
                                                        of rye bread for a pfenning or
                                                        for a pfenning   a pound of cheese
                                                        a chemise for a half thaler
                                                        or for a whole thaler i was offered
                                                        a barrel of peasant wine
                                                        before my shadow lengthened
                                                        i escaped the sun blinding market
                                                        through the door into the black eagle
                                                        into the dark dimmed with torches

                                                          [?]Wisdom in Space » 🤖 🌐
                                                          @wisdom@c.im

                                                          It's ironic that in a culture swimming with inane, pep-talk nostrums about the triumph of the human spirit and the importance of following your dreams, we have such a hard time seeing what's affirmative about the best [tragic stories]. They show us that a great spirit is still great even when it doesn't win, that aspiration, courage and hope, however doomed, are virtues in their own right.
                                                          -- Laura Miller (AlterNet (Dec 4, 2012))

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                                                          photo by richard rathe

                                                          Alt...photo by richard rathe

                                                            [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                                            @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                                            James Hutton (1726–1797), father of modern geology, was born , 14 June (NS; 3 June OS). One of the first European proponents of “deep time”, the conclusion of his 1788 paper “Theory of the Earth” has been called one of the most lyrical sentences in all of science:

                                                            The result, therefore, of our present enquiry is, that we find no vestige of a beginning,—no prospect of an end.

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                                                            nationalgalleries.org/art-and-

                                                            A portrait of James Hutton, painted by Sir Henry Raeburn. Oil on canvas, c. 1776. Hutton – a slim, middle-aged man, clean-shaven and with a receding hairline – sits in a plain wooden chair. His left leg is crossed over his right knee, and his hands are interlaced on his lap. He wears a brown eighteenth-century suit, with knee breeches. To his left is a table covered by a green cloth; on the table are piles of papers and a collection of rocks and fossils

                                                            Alt...A portrait of James Hutton, painted by Sir Henry Raeburn. Oil on canvas, c. 1776. Hutton – a slim, middle-aged man, clean-shaven and with a receding hairline – sits in a plain wooden chair. His left leg is crossed over his right knee, and his hands are interlaced on his lap. He wears a brown eighteenth-century suit, with knee breeches. To his left is a table covered by a green cloth; on the table are piles of papers and a collection of rocks and fossils

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