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I am here to read the smuts lmao Age 22
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Seriously, people. Where do you think we even got the word "sponsor" from?

In its original usage it meant a guarantor: someone who promised you that you were going to get something out of what they were doing.

Throwing a ludus / game or a series of games was expensive. Local (or national) Roman politicians put down good money to pay for the rental of the event space (you think the Colosseum was cheap to rent? Think again. The Imperials who built it liked to make their money back...), the wages (and overtime!) of the hundreds of venue support staff, the fees required by the fighting talent and the schools that owned them (or their own management, if they were free), and so forth.

Whoever was footing the bill for a given Game (or sequence of Games) was formally known by the title sponsor, and got to parade around the arena at the beginning of the game to remind people in the stands just who was fulfilling their civic duty by throwing this entertainment for them. The message was, "I'm doing something for you. Next election, don't forget to do something for me!"

And it was always political. Never lose sight of that. (Especially when a local political party promises to build you a nice new stadium if you elect them. The more some things change, the more they stay the same...)

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The individual gladiators and charioteers also had sponsorship, in the modern product-placement sense.

Ads were written on blank gable-ends often painted white for the purpose...

...and while the ones in that pic are political slogans, this one is an ad for the wines available at that shop...

...including prices ranging from two to four Asses.

The As was a Roman coin, so you lot at the back can stop giggling.

Other ads were outright endorsements (with appropriate payment, of course) and included stuff like "Felix the Thracian, five-time winner at the Saturnalia Games, says 'Tiburnian Olive Oil Keeps My Sword-Hand Swift!' "

Or "Diocles, Top Driver for the Green Team, uses Scaurus-brand garum at every meal!"

Ridley Scott was told about this during the making of "Gladiator", but ignored it as "unrealistic" - then went on to double the size of the Colosseum "for artistic reasons".

Considering how he's treated historical accuracy in later films, my response to his dismissal of graffiti and ads is this:

I made up Tiburnian olive oil, so it's (probably) fictional, but Scaurus-brand garum was real, and famous enough to appear by name in Pompeii mosaics.

Evidently the name carried weight, just like "Lea & Perrins Worcestershire Sauce".

There are other Worcester sauces, but L & P is THE Worcester sauce - or so they would like you to think - and used to be advertised as "not genuine without this signature".

Whether this was suggesting that all non- L & P Worcester sauces were in some way fake, or because there was a rash of Worcester-style sauces packaged to resemble L & P as closely as possible, I don't know,

However, as regards overly similar packaging (deceptive rather than outright deceitful, relying on accident or inattention more than fakery) take a look at this row of Ancient to Modern L & P...

...compared to another sauce called Henderson's Relish, and note that one label, AFAIK for US sale, refers to it as Worcestershire Sauce.

It's from a different county - Yorkshire not Worcestershire - and is made to a recipe so different it can be marketed as vegan, which real Worcester isn't because of anchovies, so it most emphatically isn't any kind of Worcester sauce at all.

And yet there's that bottle shape, also the label design and colour, so I wonder if, way back when, it was someone's deliberate choice.

The other sauce from Yorkshire is "Yorkshire Relish", made both in the usual thin style and also a thick version like HP Sauce (aka Brown Sauce or Steak Sauce).

Although the label isn't orange, both versions have easy-identification bottle shapes (long-neck cylindrical for thin, short-neck square for thick) characteristic for their contents.

It was apparently like that 2000 years ago, because archaeological finds...

...suggest that the one-handled, high-necked "footed" amphora shown on those mosaics was THE standard shape for garum-jars, thus an instantly recognisable form of product packaging.

Zoom in on each photo, and you'll see writing on the jars. Whether either or both read "Scauri" I can't tell, but if they're from Pompeii I'd make a small wager (maybe even, ahem, bet my As) that Aulus Umbricis Scaurus did indeed put his name - "not genuine without this signature" - on any jars which left his factory.

This one is ours. The shape isn't exact (too short) but pretty familiar...

...but though @dduane and I have racked our brains for what was originally in it (not garum!) we've come up blank. Currently it's full of lemon-infused olive oil, but if we ever buy some modern garum, we'll have somewhere obvious to put it. :->

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That short-lived but excellent series "Rome" got it just right. This ad for free wine and cakes is both commercial and political, so covers all bases - and ends with a hint that he gets to read that bloody Guild of Millers bloody slogan Every Bloody Time... :->

It cannot be overstated how much insight A. Umbricius Scaurus' obsession with branding has given us into Roman advertising.

In Pompeii, where he lived and had his factory, there are literally stones and small mosaics IN THE ROAD with his ads on them. The level of dedication the Condiment King of Pompeii put into his advertising, putting it into permanent and quasi-permanent forms, speaks to how much money and effort in Roman society went into advertising. Makes me wonder just how many wooden signs might have been about that were lost in the eruption.

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In light of the the insurance company ceo shooting, I just want to make clear, for the fbi agents watching, that I do not think that shooting ceos is a good solution. I also do not suggest attempting a 360 no-scope on Jeff bezos, nor do I advise any hitman attempting to kill elon musk to wait until he is alone, sneak up behind him, and say "nothing personnel, kid" before shooting him in the back of the head.

How to you explain the fog? The Misty experiences that waver on the edge of the water. The murky waters of the baseless. Where concrete reality doesn’t rule, and Belief and Faith rule in its stead. The experiences so many have had yet so many others deny.

Truly, you simply have to believe them. Whether they be wisewoman or preacher, this is where Pathos and perhaps Ethos take Logos out back and shoot him like a lame dog.

Logos falls into the water there, and the lake swallows its corpse.

We have forgotten how to wander without Logos.

The revolutionary art of science has married us to Logos. Told us how to read him, how to depend on him like a 1950s housewife.

And like a 1950s husband locking his wife away but treating her oh so well. We’ve lost so much of our world.

For our entire existence as a species, we have relied on religion and wisepeople. Relied on metaphors that were both true and in the lake of the mystical.

And often there was error. These things weren’t true. The wisepeople lied or guessed or hypothesized instead of observed.

But I don’t think it is fair to turn our backs on the unexplainable just because it is not always reliable. To dam up every lake that refuses to fit nicely into western scientific hegemony.

Christianity has robbed us of so many of our lakes. In the US both real and metaphorical.

People forget, or rather like to ignore, that modern science was born out of Christian societies. Societies that by that point had already killed all their open pagans. Called everyone trying to live in relationship with the land devilworshipers. Had taught that Men hold dominion over the land, and like a husband beating their wife, that means a right to destroy.

People wonder why religion seems so constantly toxic. The only religion they have ever known has been christianity. One built on original sin. One built on the toxic notion that every single human is born with such evil in their heart that infants need to be washed of it in holy water. Of black and white. God and Satan. No other god before I.

Of course religion is toxic if it constantly tears you down. If it tells you that you can’t trust anyone else.

It’s time to realize not every religion is like that, we just ended up in the world where such a toxic one took out any other competition out.

It’s time to mourn and move on.

To reopen our hearts to the world. To let metaphors, the lakes, the unexplainable, come back to the table.

Let me show you a cup of that lake’s water.

You cannot prove in any world that water is living.

You can say there’s microorganisms inside it but that’s not the water itself. It moves, but not of its own will, it moves of the moon’s gravity. It only holds two of those traits that science uses to categorize life. But. above all else.

Doesn’t it make us kinder to say Water is living? Is life itself? Is it not worthwhile to prescribe that to the Water? To so simply say that it has actions, movement, power, like anyone else. To say that it deserves protection. That like a paralyzed family member we should try our best to keep it clean? To admit that we need clean water like we need our mothers?

Is that not worth it? That kindness? Is that not worth letting Logos sink into the depths?

In Christian societies, where they say the water is inanimate, unliving, nothing to be concerned about. They let themselves foul it. They drank water they poisoned with waste, with cholera. We still let ourselves foul it. Look out the window and see the white river, Our River, contaminated with human waste from the sewers and chemicals from the factories and runoff from farms, and ask yourself what would happen if we believed water was living. Was holy.

You’d suddenly, instead of an ecological disaster, instead of emotionless jargon, you’d see the corpse of a family member with the knife still in their back. Rotting in the center of town.

And you’d ask yourself with tears in your eyes, how anyone could do that. How someone could torture their own family member so publicy.

And that is the life I’ve been living. One where I see the scars of the land in bloodstained horrific metaphors. One where I understand the perspective of the wisewoman.

We need to bring back this radical empathy for our world. These metaphors of moving power.

We once had it. All across europe. We used to be native to our land. We used to protect the rivers and see the fairy rings and understand the lake of unbelievable reality.

Christianity robbed us of that, and I will never forgive that.

You may ask, and for good reason, but what of science? And see. That is, too, born out of christianity. The idea of No Other God Than I.

I am not trying to replace science or to undermine it. Science is wonderful. One of the best advancements in all of human history.

I am simply trying to criticize. To supplement. To add the empathy that so much science lacks.

As an example of what I mean. We cannot prove in any quantitative way once and for all that doctors being kind improves outcomes. But anyone with serious life experience could tell you that kindness heals so much bandages and stitches cannot. That getting outside, stepping into nature, is the most healing thing you can do. That all the beeps and bright white lights of hospitales make healing almost impossible.

I am asking science to allow the unprovable to exist alongside scientific truth. To find some way to exist alongside powerful empathy. To let the wisewoman sit at the table.

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I am Mohammed Alanqer married from Enas Majed we have 3 children

Amidst the ongoing war in Gaza, we find ourselves as a family trapped between walls of fear and despair. I, Mohammed, a father of three children and a husband to a woman in her eighth month of pregnancy, live in an environment filled with threats and risks.

My technology startup, which I built with dedication and hard work, was destroyed during this war, leading to the loss of our livelihood. My children, Layan, Sarah, and Adam, no longer have the opportunity for education due to the destruction of schools, posing a significant threat to their future.

- "A souvenir photo of my startup company."-

My wife, Enas, lives in constant anxiety due to her advanced pregnancy and the destruction of hospitals in the area. After losing my job and source of income, I find myself in a severe financial crisis, unable to provide for the needs and safety of my family.

- "Me and my wife Enas majed "

Our family home was destroyed due to the war, forcing us to flee and move multiple times, leaving us homeless. Everything has become difficult now; we cannot provide a safe place to live, nor can we afford clean clothes and food for our children. Additionally, our children have been afflicted with diseases such as measles, and our son Adam has been diagnosed with viral hepatitis.

-" layan & sara & adam in the war" -

Our only hope now is to escape from this ongoing hell and find a safe haven for our family. However, this requires exorbitant financial costs, with the coordination fee for crossing borders amounting to $5000 per adult and $2500 per child, a sum I cannot afford alone.

- "My home before the war "-

We urgently appeal for your moral and financial assistance to cover the necessary costs for escaping to a safe environment, where we can build a better future for our children and ensure the safety of our family

Thank you for your attention and support, and we hope you can help us in these difficult circumstances.

Thanks 😊@nabulsi 🙏❤️

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I’ve been thinking a lot about compassion in Judaism, and being kind. In that light, I would like everyone to know that my current favorite Jewish supernatural headcanon is that, instead of driving vampires away with crosses or stakes through the heart, we say the Mourner’s Kaddish for them. I mean, that’s just so adorable. You see this threatening undead creature, and instead of yelling murder, you feel bad for them, and you mourn for them. Imagine being a vampire at the receiving end of that, having been chased away for years and years and told you’re a monster when you come across someone who sees you and your existence and accepts that you’re in a pretty bad place and offers help in the best way they can. I’m actually tearing up about this a little. If someone adds to this post I’ll love them forever.

It doesn’t work for zombies.

This is one of the hardest things she learns, in the business.  Saying the Mourner’s Kaddish will slow a vampire, to stare at you with wide shocked eyes (and once, memorably, to weep blood-tinged tears), unable or unwilling to lift a hand against you.  It will calm a dybbuk, enough to make it stop whatever destruction it’s begun, and almost always enough to start a conversation about why it clings so desperately to the world of the living, what it’s left undone, how it can be freed to move on.  You have died, the Kaddish says, and we mourn you as we would mourn our own dead, because someone must.

But there is no soul and no mind left in a zombie, no vestige of the self it once was, nothing left for the Kaddish to speak to.

She says it anyway, with every head-shot, with every flung grenade.

Not because she still hopes one might hear her, but because they are dead, and the dead should be mourned.

Well, I love you forever now.

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Ghitian Breeding Program

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The CF Osiris had just finished a job when Kaiz got the call. It was her turn to participate in her province's breeding program. It had been a few years since she'd last bred, and it was something she looked forward to, serving her planet in the best way she could.

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The best part of "Datalore" is when Lore is pretending to be Data and Picard tells him "Make it so," and Lore is like "huh?" and Picard is like "...do it." Lore is like ok just say that then.

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Star Trek: Borg - Remastered and free to play on your browser HERE. It's an interactive Star Trek movie starring John De Lancie as Q.

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Nana Visitor as Kira Nerys (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) Material used: - Grey cardboard (210 x 297 mm); - White charcoal; - Black charcoal. ➡️ COMMISSIONS: open! DM for infos. ➡️ This drawing is ON SALE! DM for infos.
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“But if Bajoran religion doesn’t see homosexuality as wrong, how come Kira doesn’t know she’s gay?” Because trauma can inhibit self discovery? Because when you spend the formative years of your life giving your life to something bigger than yourself (the Bajoran resistance) there isn’t a lot of time to stop and think about what you, personally want. Because telling the difference between admiration and attraction can actually be very difficult, even if you are in touch with your sexuality (I still mistake the two all the time).

@wittywallflower said: "She thinks she is attracted to boring-ass men but really she is attracted to the idea of a peaceful life she doesn’t actually know how to live. She thinks she likes men with authority but really subconscious wants someone to guide her life because she hasn’t had much freedom to choose her own path. She doesn’t question it because her life has largely not hard the time and energy for introspection because what does it matter who she is attracted to, she’s trying to stay alive!" -Yes! This!

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“But if Bajoran religion doesn’t see homosexuality as wrong, how come Kira doesn’t know she’s gay?” Because trauma can inhibit self discovery? Because when you spend the formative years of your life giving your life to something bigger than yourself (the Bajoran resistance) there isn’t a lot of time to stop and think about what you, personally want. Because telling the difference between admiration and attraction can actually be very difficult, even if you are in touch with your sexuality (I still mistake the two all the time).

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