|"The Witches' Cove," Follower of Jan Mandijn|
This week's Link Dump is hosted by a variety of musical cats!
The death of a scheming archbishop.
Bringing light to a very dark town. I'm speaking quite literally.
A look at the conversation chair.
The King of the Quacks.
A Louisiana university may be the home of the world's oldest man-made structure.
I don't care how rich you are; if you pay $500 million to live in California these days you need your head examined. (Hell, I'm waiting for someone kind enough to pay me to leave.)
Ration fatigue: a story from WWI.
A ghostly death-chamber.
A pioneering Pennsylvania murderess.
A memorial to the first cat astronaut.
Modern portraits of historical figures.
The man who was hanged for shoes and breeches.
The origins of "East of the Sun and West of the Moon."
South Carolina is looking for piggy cuddlers.
The (long) history of Scottish independence.
French wedding traditions.
An interesting theory about the famous murder of Julia Wallace.
We keep learning that Neanderthals were more human than we thought.
It turns out bees are pretty good at math.
What if we are the ones populating other planets?
England's music halls, and other theatrical links.
A murder mystery from ancient Egypt.
Items of clothing turn deadly.
Why you've probably never heard of history's worst sea disaster.
A brief history of the "last meal."
The painter of the spirit world.
An Englishman in 18th century India.
The fires in Australia have revealed an ancient aquatic system.
A tale of rival chiropodists.
How an abused kitten became a police station mascot.
How a British official became tarred and feathered.
A medieval charnel house in Spitalfields.
America's first female doctor.
The cat who was sent through the mail.
The life of Harald Hardrada.
Ladies and gentlemen, the "Plan Nine From Outer Space" of 19th century novels. (It's killing me that I can't find this book online.)
A first-hand account of the English Armada.
A 3,000 year old mummy speaks! Albeit, not very well, but that's excusable, considering he's tongueless. And, of course, dead.
Nothing to see here, just Antarctica spewing particles which nobody can explain.
The life of a celebrated medium.
That's it for this week! See you on Monday, when we'll look at a notable figure of the American West. In the meantime, here's my favorite song from my favorite Warren Zevon album. Listening to this album is one of the things which got me through the horrors of junior high.