"...we should pass over all biographies of 'the good and the great,' while we search carefully the slight records of wretches who died in prison, in Bedlam, or upon the gallows."
~Edgar Allan Poe

Friday, November 14, 2014

Weekend Link Dump



It's Friday! Grab a chair.



Assuming the cats haven't taken them all.

Here's This Week in Weird:

What the hell happened above Mars?

What the hell are these Russian Ooparts?

What the hell are the Moodus Noises?

What the hell is the Devil's Bible?

What the hell are these buried Victorian clothes?

What the hell flew over New Zealand in 1978?

What the hell caused the Great Blackout of 1965?

Watch out for those Irish fairies!

Watch out for Bigfoot!

Watch out--really watch out--for the Villisca Axe House!

Watch out for the Metroplex!

Watch out for the Witch of Wookey Hole!

Watch out for the Bath Game!

The link between Forteans and conspiracy theorists.

An ancient Norwegian saga gets some corroboration.

A poltergeist visits 19th century India.

Why you shouldn't count on visiting Mars any time soon.

Geoffrey Chaucer, wild and crazy guy.

"While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres..."

If Comet Music isn't your thing, how about some Fairy Music?

In modern times, we have Justin Bieber and One Direction.  In the early 19th century, they had Franz Liszt.  That's...uh...progress?

A comet gets its close-up.

The story of a Victorian Mission.

Fighting the flu in 1775.

A brief video about the too-adventurous-for-their-own-good Glen and Bessie Hyde.

The Hinterkaifeck murders:  One of the creepiest unsolved crimes on record.

Sergeant Reckless, equine war hero.

It says a lot when I come across a story that completely weirds me out:  Behold the thankfully-lost art of self-mummification.

More on how human history keeps getting pushed back...back...

The "Jesus was married" claim gets another spin around the park.

The book that kicked off a modern-day witch hunt.

Eclipse, one of the most famed Thoroughbreds in history.

Georgian mourning rules for the recently bereaved: only languishing smiles allowed, fake tears at the funeral are better than none, and widowers should wait a decent interval of three weeks before frolicking with mistresses.

When you couldn't walk through Limehouse without risking a tiger attack.

A 16th century painter who was enough to give Hieronymus Bosch the willies.

Was Early Modern "women's work" a man's world?

Deciphering Francis Bacon.

Did they or didn't they?  And is it any business of ours either way?

A two-part series on the friendship between Mark Twain and Ulysses S. Grant.

If you've been dying to read a scholarly analysis of ancient tampons, here you go.

If you've been dying to read a scholarly analysis of the legal ramifications of Rick Springfield's backside, here you go.

Lab-created ghosts.

An executed murderer doesn't know when to quit.

Not surprisingly, the French Revolution spawned a real Golden Age for ghosts.

The story of America's English First Lady.

Some historical advice about setting off fireworks.  Short answer: Don't.

Cropped out of history.

Who was Jack the Ripper?  Forget that.  Who was Mary Jane Kelly?

So, who's up for a little werewolf portraiture?

A look at one of the odder symbols of the Victorian Era, Punch Magazine.

Madame Roland, who died game.

One very cool--and original--musical instrument.

That's a wrap! See you all on Monday, when we'll be looking at an archaeologist and his very unusual team of assistants.

In the meantime, here's a 1970s weekend party song.



This does indeed explain a lot about the 1970s

1 comment:

  1. The way some scientists date things is frustrating. The Russian 'ooparts' are considered ancient because they were found in a certain level of earth. There is no other means of dating them. Surely modern parts buried would be a more logical explanation? And the level of earth in which they were found would indicate an age between 20,000 and 318,000 years old? They couldn't narrow that down a bit? I'm not asking for Tuesday or Wednesday here, just within a a hundred millennia...

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