Sunday, October 2, 2011

Imperial Roman Victory Titles

Germanicus - Victorious in Germania

Britannicus - Victorious in Britain

Dacicus - Victorious in Dacia

Parthicus - Victorious in Parthia

Armeniacus - Victorious in Armenia

Sarmaticus - Victorious in Sarmatia

Arabicus - Victorious in Arabia

Optimus - the Best

Germanicus Maximus - the great victor in Germania

Gothicus - victor of the Goths

Francicus - Victorious over the Franks

Anticus - Victorious over the Antae

Aanicus - Victorious over the Alans

Vandalicus - Victorious over the Vandals

Africanus - Victorious in Africa

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マイケル

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Contradictions

Beware of Greeks bearing gifts. But remember,
Never look a gift horse in the mouth.

Look before you leap. But remember,
He who hesitates is lost.

Nothing venture, nothing gain. But remember,
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Seek and ye shall find. But remember,
Curiosity killed the cat.

Save for a rainy day. But remember,
Tomorrow will take care of itself.

Life is what we make it. But remember,
What is to be will be.

Too many cooks spoil the broth. But remember,
Many hands make light work.

One man's meat is another man's poison. But remember,
Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.

With age comes wisdom. But remember,
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings come all wise sayings.

A rolling stone gathers no moss. But remember,
A setting hen never lays.

A hollow pot makes the most noise. But remember,
The squeaky wheel gets the grease.

To thine own self be true. But remember,
The nail that stands out gets hammered down.

Faint heart never won fair lady. But remember,
The meek shall inherit the Earth.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Policeman

The policeman stood and faced his God.
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now officer. How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"

The officer squared his shoulders and said,
"No Lord, I guess I aint.
Cause those of us who carry badges can't always be a saint.
But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills just got too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me, I wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They never wanted me around except to calm their fear.
If you've a place for me here. Lord, it needn't be so grand.
I've never expected or had too much.
But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was silence all around the throne where the saints had often trod.
As the officer waited quietly for the answer of his God.
"Step forward now, Officer, you've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's Streets. You've done your time in Hell."

Author unknown

Thursday, September 15, 2011

The Shape of Things to Come

Leó Szilárd was a Austro-Hungarian physicist who conceived the nuclear chain reaction in 1933.

In London, where Southampton Row passes Russell Square, across from the British Museum in Bloomsbury, Leo Szilárd waited irritably one gray Depression morning for the stoplight to change. A trace of rain had fallen during the night; Tuesday, September 12, 1933, dawned cool, humid and dull. Drizzling rain would begin again in early afternoon. When Szilárd told the story later he never mentioned his destination that morning. He may have had none; he often walked to think. In any case another destination intervened. The stoplight changed to green. Szilárd stepped off the curb. As he crossed the street time cracked open before him and he saw a way to the future, death into the world and all our woes, the shape of things to come.
Richard Rhodes

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Elisha and the Bears

2 Kings Chapter 2

23 From there Elisha went up to Bethel. As he was walking along the road, some boys came out of the town and jeered at him. “Get out of here, baldy!” they said. “Get out of here, baldy!” 24 He turned around, looked at them and called down a curse on them in the name of the LORD. Then two bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the boys. 25 And he went on to Mount Carmel and from there returned to Samaria.

Theodore Roosevelt

Teddy Roosevelt was a born raconteur. His tongue was silver, his knowledge encyclopedic, his intellect monumental, his enthusiasm infectious and his charm irresistible. He held the company spellbound as he carried them with him from one subject to another, from politics to religion to ornithology and philosophy, tropical medicine to African anthropology.

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Theodore Roosevelt held many attitudes that the social thought of the 1990s quite correctly rejects. Some of his convictions can be especially troubling to those who view him with inadequate understanding, or without considering the Victorian world out of which he emerged. He was a white supremacist. Women, he believed, had an obligation to breed prolifically. The couple who chose not to have children-- many children-was committing a crime against the nation. He was a staunch nationalist, a big-game hunter, and glorified war.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Fields of Putrefaction

From "A Popular History of France from the Earliest Times Vol. 3" by Francois Guizot

The battle lasted two days, the first against the Ambrons, the second against the Teutons. Both were beaten, in spite of their savage bravery, and the equal bravery of their women, who defended, with indomitable obstinacy, the cars with which they had remained almost alone, in charge of the children and the booty. After the women, it was necessary to exterminate the hounds who defended their masters' bodies. Here again the figures of the historians are absurd, although they differ; the most extravagant raise the number of barbarians slain to two hundred thousand, and that of the prisoners to eighty thousand; the most moderate stop at one hundred thousand. In any case, the carnage was great, for the battle-field, where all these corpses rested without burial, rotting in the sun and rain, got the name of Campi Putridi, or Fields of Putrefaction, a name traceable even nowadays in that of Pourrires, a neighboring village.