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1,500 Roman Coin Hoard uncovered in Romania
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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An amateur detectorist finds the haul of a lifetime outside of Bucharest, Romania.
Link: https://themunicheye.com/amateur-treasure-hunter-discovers-1500-roman-coins-20949
Warfare (2025, Alex Garland)
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Watched this last night. Meh, based on real life events in Iraq (I'm guessing) - it's set in real time over 90 minutes while soldiers deal with shit going down.
A slow start, and then it takes off and - for a war film, it's still pretty slow. Probably points for realism, but I'd still give this a miss, I'm pretty "warred" out.
The Eradication of Smallpox
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A short and interesting video on how we eradicated Smallpox.
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybVZ7vluYhQ
Note that "eradicate" is perhaps a bit severe, the disease lies dormant in many labs and permafrosts, and current defunding by the US of Vaccines and WHO in general may well bring it back. But - for a time, when we trusted the experts and good science, it was gone.
Downsizing, boxes of photos, letters
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So, downsizing, trying to get through the mountains of stuff the boy dragged into the house.
Stuff to the Antique shop. This week, candlesticks, an antique typewriter. There will be more, lots more.
Then there were the letters. First of all the paper material the kids acquired in their school years, achievements, diaries. These are not mine, I cannot get rid of them, so I open an old suitcase and find it filled with hundreds of letters. Quite literally hundreds. Postcards, old photos, people I'd long forgot, people I can't - despite me, remember.
I thought I had destroyed all these letters, a long time a go when I dated a certain Lorna who would stay at home reading letters from an ex and getting crazy and making me crazy as well. But I only destroyed the letters from her and life went on and more friendships were made and hundreds of other letters were sent and received.
Somewhere or another I lost touch with all of them, I look at all the addresses I had, London, several, Prague, - one, and a landlady that stole the mail so she could censure it, she was nosy, trying to sabotage any friendships I might have kept up...
Then Calgary, and the half dozen or so addresses there.
I look at the letters briefly, ex girlfriends, from Anna who has immaculate cursive writing, that of the student getting her fingers rapped by nuns, there was Kirk - squatmate, Sean-Planter, Sneh-co-worker in Calgary, Maeve - Planter, Iskra - Flatmate in London, Mary, Co-worker London, Brian, Co-worker London, Jennifer, a dozen others....
I looks some of them up. Dinah, an old co-worker who maintained a fine flirtation when I travelled abroad, find her online and MY GOD I RECOGNIZE HER! She looks - virtually the same. Age, yes, but not unkind. Kirk, I find him, a voiceover actor, campaigner for men's mental health. Iskra, blacked out now on Facebook, some movie credits, Sean, a Therapist based out of Kelowna, Debbie, (had forgotten) - now a molecular biologist/scientist in Israel, quite high up, Dana - and who, exactly, is Dana, and I read the letter, can't place how I knew her, where we met...
Others I can find nothing on. Vanished, in the days of the internet and Facebook and somehow they found a way to slip through a crack and vanish from the earth...
It makes me happy to see that these people from your past have done well. Of course, you don't know, but I suspect most of them have. They look well in their fields and their photos.
The people you know, have letters from, have never seen again, somewhere in the mid 90’s letters stopped, a move too far, change of address with no forwarding address or perhaps the relationships had run their course
Postcards from Kirk in Jakarta, erotic letters from ex's, (before sexting was a thing you had to commit it to paper), an invitation to an ex's wedding which I missed because I was living abroad...photographs, negatives, postcards, Valentines, etc, etc, all these to be gone through and sorted, destroyed, one wants to somewhat curate one's past, life.
The days, these days of late, cloaked in rain and mist.
This will be a gold mind, there's inspiration aplenty, to rework and shape and reorder the meaning and - while it's trauma going back through it it is also - well, I like mixed media, the stamps, air-mail envelopes, cards, there are infinite possibilities and I have a few ideas....
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