The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.
Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.
But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.
This was the Captain Samuel Vimes ‘Boots’ theory of socioeconomic unfairness.
Terry Pratchett, Men At Arms (via idrabear)
This is one of the best breakdowns I’ve ever seen of how expensive it is to be poor.
This is why I love Terry Pratchett.
An excellent summary of false economies.
People side-eye me for this, but I will spend more on nice things BECAUSE I am poor, if I have to save up longer to do it. Now you understand why.
Mary Roach tells Terry Gross about scientists studying flatus and flatulence:
The man who’s done the most work on flatus — and I counted 34 papers on flatus — Michael Levitt at the VA Medical Center in Minneapolis, he was testing a number of products that allegedly remedied noxious flatus — that noxious smell. He was testing pads you can put in your underwear. There’s elasticized underwear; there are pills you can take; there is actually a remedy — there’s something called Devrom, which is an internal deodorant. … However, I spoke to one gastroenterologist [and] I asked him about this and he said, ‘You know, when I get someone who comes in and is complaining about noxious flatus, I tell them: Just get a dog.’ In other words, so you can blame the dog.
Image by Brian Sayler
You have the effrontery to be squeamish, it thought at him. But we were dragons. We were supposed to be cruel, cunning, heartless, and terrible. But this much I can tell you, you ape – the great face pressed even closer, so that Wonse was staring into the pitiless depths of his eyes - we never burned and tortured and ripped one another apart and called it morality.
-Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!
Sundays with Helen
The kiss of death.
This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery. The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mort in Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.
Um. Wow. O_O
Composite Hand-And-A-Half Sword
- Dated: Blade - 14th century; pommel - 15th century; crossguard - 19th century
- Measurements: Overall length 123.4 cm
- Deaccessioned from the John Woodman Higgins Armory Museum
The blade German, double-edged and of flattened section has a central fuller and inlaid brass “A” at the forte on each side, tapering from the midpoint and assuming a flattened diamond cross-section to the tip.The two-stage cord-wound wooden grip with intact leather wrap, retained by a 15th century Northern Italian pommel, square with raised central ridge. The crossguard a 19th century restoration of bowed form with expanded quillon terminals. Blade form consistent with Oakeshott’s Type XIIIa.
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