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The #Jets and star RB Breece Hall have a deal, extending him long-term rather than have him play on the tag.
It’s a 3-year, $45.75M deal worth $15.25M per year done by agent @[email protected] of @[email protected]
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🐘 Marvin and the Hall of Mirrors
Marvin wandered into a hall of mirrors…
Every reflection looked familiar —
but none were quite the same.A small thought on memory, and whether we recall the past…
or rebuild it each time we look.
https://substack.com/profile/432224148-hybridmind42/note/c-240595251?r=75c2ac
#Memory #CognitiveScience #Neuroscience #PhilosophyOfMind #Emergence #HybridMind42 #MarvinTheCat
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🚨 Spoiler alert: A tech giant is throwing a #tantrum because someone dared to touch their precious #data without a hall pass. 🤡 Apparently, "innovation" now means filing #lawsuits instead of actually innovating. 📄🔍
https://blog.google/innovation-and-ai/technology/safety-security/serpapi-lawsuit/ #techgiant #innovation #privacy #HackerNews #ngated -
Kate Middleton channels Princess Diana as Prince George makes his Festival of Remembrance debut at the Royal Albert Hall
In a dramatic shift from her traditional all-black Remembrance ensembles, the Princess of Wales opted for the sombre…
#NewsBeep #News #Entertainment #GB #katemiddleton #royals #theprincessofwales #UK #UnitedKingdom
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Kate Middleton channels Princess Diana as Prince George makes his Festival of Remembrance debut at the Royal Albert Hall
In a dramatic shift from her traditional all-black Remembrance ensembles, the Princess of Wales opted for the sombre…
#NewsBeep #News #Entertainment #GB #katemiddleton #royals #theprincessofwales #UK #UnitedKingdom
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Kate Middleton channels Princess Diana as Prince George makes his Festival of Remembrance debut at the Royal Albert Hall
In a dramatic shift from her traditional all-black Remembrance ensembles, the Princess of Wales opted for the sombre…
#NewsBeep #News #Entertainment #GB #katemiddleton #royals #theprincessofwales #UK #UnitedKingdom
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@bazkie Ok, just for you, (and so that I don't forget it)...
First, I was somehow invited to a banquet at some fancy hotel somewhere.
The banquet hall was a large ballroom type place, with a stage. Kind of art-deco, lots of curves, all white. Tall ceiling.
The tables were long and rectangular, with white tablecloths and flower centerpieces and so forth. Attire was formal, some men in tuxedos. Women in ball gowns.
I had gotten my food and was headed to my assigned table. I sat down in my place, which happened to be the "head" of that particular table.
To my left and right were two attractive young women. Both brunettes, I believe.
But as I'm happily married, and figured I didn't have anything in common with them anyway, I minded my own business as usual, and began eating while they had their discussion in front of me.
The woman on the left was explaining her comic book collection to the other. This intrigued me, because I'm a nerd. So then I began paying attention.
All of a sudden, a bookcase with her entire collection appeared to my left, and she pulled out her "prized" possession... a first edition X-Men #1, signed by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby.
She pulled it out gently with careful fingers, showed it to us with both hands, while looking suspiciously around the room, and then gingerly put it back onto the shelf.
I had a vague idea in my head of it being worth something around $150,000,000. (In reality, it's only worth around $15,000).
In any case, we begin talking about comic book collecting. The conversation continues and I tell them about my wife and family and my comic book collection, etc. It's a nice little conversation. Pleasant. Friendly.
I mention off-hand, that it seems to me that it's rare that young attractive women are interested in vintage comic book collecting.
--Record-scratch--- Everything stops.
All of a sudden, at the next table over, Dana White, of the UFC, stands up and glares at me. Taken aback, I say, "What's up, Dana? What's the problem?"
Dana White, of the UFC, proceeds to stalk over to me in his tuxedo, completely fired up, angry as a bull, and begins lecturing me about how sexist I am and how women are allowed to collect comic books, and that it's not rare, and that I should be ashamed of myself for even suggesting that it's out of the ordinary. He starts screaming that I was a sexist pig. He really wanted to hit me, but his thugs pulled him back.
The two women attempt to defend me, telling Dana that there is no reason to get upset, and that they agreed with me, and that he's out of line and out of control and should go sit back down.
Everyone's cooler heads prevail, and they go back to their table, Dana still glaring at me the whole time, and we all sit back down.
At that point, I notice that my silver metal spy briefcase is sitting on the table in front of me. And I realize that I had better protect that case, otherwise Dana's thugs might take it and get what's inside.
What's inside the briefcase, you ask? Poker chips. Just a generic set of nice poker chips so that I could play poker with the guys later that week. I was just carrying it around with me, for safe keeping. Because they're special, nice poker chips. Of course.
At that point, I realized that I was late for the Mountain Bike race. (You know, as banquets often precede mountain bike races.)
So I jump up to leave. The briefcase is still on the table, and another man at the table says he'll watch it for me, but that it's risky because Dana's thugs are still mad at me. But he'll do his best.
Flash forward and I'm in the middle of a cross-country MTB race. I'm barrelling down a course with small hills and lots of blind turns. Essentially singletrack, but flanked on each side by tall, green opaque fencing. So it's a bit like riding through a hedge maze.
Nobody can pass anyone. I remember thinking that this was a stupid layout for a race, because it's too tight and nobody can overtake. It's just impossible. So I settle in and just continue the race at a normal pace, and just try to enjoy it for the nice bike ride that it is. Riders behind me are furious.
I get to the finish line and then ride straight back over to the banquet hall, ditching my bike on the floor as I run to the table to make sure my briefcase is still there.
It's not there.
I walk over and question Dana White's thugs. Dana is nowhere to be found.
This leads to shouting, and the shouting leads to a fistfight. A classic barroom-brawl style fistfight. Real Cowboy stuff. Like, dudes swinging, and ducking and letting the other dude behind them receive the punch to the face. People being thrown over tables, hitting each other with chairs that instantly break apart, etc.
I nope right out of there and high-tail it to my car. I open the hatchback and there, miraculously, is my briefcase. I don't know why or how, but I'm relieved and thankful.
I close the hatch, hop in the driver's seat, and peel out of the parking lot.
The end.
Weird, right?
#ufc #mtb #mountainbiking #dreams #comics #comicbooks #x-men #xmen #stanlee #jackkirby #sexism #weird #poker #pokerchips #spy #spythriller #spies #spybriefcase #cowboy #cowboys #fisfights #fight #fighting #brawl #hatchback #slapstick #cycling #bikes
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Raye Transforms Radio City Music Hall Into a Jazz Club, Then a Nightclub in Dazzling Two-Hour-Plus Show: Concert Review
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Angels great Garrett Anderson was a Hall of Fame teammate https://www.rawchili.com/mlb/679210/ #Anderson #Angels #Baseball #BedTime #Fame #GA #GameTime #Hall #HomeRunDerby #ImportantHit #La #LAAngels #LAAngels #LosAngeles #LosAngelesAngels #LosAngeles #LosAngelesAngels #MikeScioscia #MLB #NumberGame #plate #reporter #Voter #WorldSeries
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Angels great Garrett Anderson was a Hall of Fame teammate https://www.rawchili.com/mlb/679210/ #Anderson #Angels #Baseball #BedTime #Fame #GA #GameTime #Hall #HomeRunDerby #ImportantHit #La #LAAngels #LAAngels #LosAngeles #LosAngelesAngels #LosAngeles #LosAngelesAngels #MikeScioscia #MLB #NumberGame #plate #reporter #Voter #WorldSeries
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CNN Is Hosting a Town Hall for a Guy Who Tried to Get Me Killed
#CNN #TrumpTownHall #MichaelFanone #JournalismEthics #MediaResponsibility #Accountability #Politics #News
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Playing a cassette for the first time in I don't know how long. Flipping sides is wild, man. Ah, that takes me back 😂 (the cassette version of this has a Hall & Oates cover added. Nice)
#PhysicalMedia #IndieRock #HotOcean #cassette #cassettes #CassetteTapes #TapeHeads
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The Zeroing of Knowledge: When Everything Is Known, What Remains Worth Learning?
Knowledge used to be expensive. It cost years of apprenticeship, tuition in the tens of thousands, decades of practice, and, more than anything, the brutal currency of time. A physician spent twelve years beyond high school before being trusted to cut into a human body. A lawyer spent seven years and a bar exam before being permitted to argue before a judge. A professor spent a decade accumulating the credentials required to stand before a lecture hall and declare, with institutional authority, that they knew something you did not. The entire architecture of Western professional life was built on a single economic premise: knowledge is scarce, therefore knowledge is valuable, therefore the people who possess knowledge deserve premium compensation for granting access to it. That premise is now dead. It did not die slowly. It was killed in roughly three years, and we are only beginning to understand the corpse.
The arrival of large language models, and the swift trajectory toward artificial general intelligence and artificial superintelligence, has not merely disrupted the knowledge economy. It has annihilated the foundational scarcity upon which that economy depended.
When a high school student in rural Nebraska can query a system that synthesizes the totality of published medical literature in four seconds and receive a differential diagnosis that rivals or exceeds what a third-year resident could produce, the twelve years of medical training are no longer a gate. They are a relic.
When a landlord in Queens can receive a lease analysis that accounts for New York tenant law, recent appellate decisions, and municipal code changes without paying a $400-per-hour attorney, the seven years of legal education are no longer a credential. They are an artifact.
When a curious fourteen-year-old in Bangalore can access, for free, an explanation of quantum chromodynamics that is more lucid and more patient than anything offered in the average university physics department, the entire notion of the lecture hall as a site of knowledge transmission becomes not merely outdated but faintly absurd.
This is not a gentle transition. This is the collapse of a pricing model that sustained the Western middle class for a century and a half. The professional class, that broad stratum of lawyers and doctors and accountants and engineers and professors who built comfortable suburban lives on the premise that their education entitled them to earnings well above the median, derived their economic power from one thing: they knew what you did not, and you needed what they knew. Strip away that asymmetry and you strip away their market position. You do not reform the university. You do not modernize the law firm. You remove the reason they existed in that form at all.
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Consider the university, because it is the clearest case and the most emotionally fraught. The modern American university is, at its operational core, a knowledge-delivery system. Yes, there are laboratories and athletic programs and residential life offices and study-abroad coordinators, but the central commercial transaction is this: a student pays tuition, and in exchange, a credentialed expert delivers knowledge in structured increments over four years, at the end of which a piece of paper certifies that the student has absorbed a sufficient quantity of that knowledge to merit professional entry. The entire apparatus, the syllabi, the midterms, the lecture halls, the grading rubrics, the office hours, the tenure system, is designed to manage the controlled release of knowledge from those who have it to those who need it.
What happens when the student already has it? Not because she studied in advance, but because the knowledge itself is ambient, omnipresent, instantly retrievable, and free? The transaction collapses. The student is no longer paying for access to knowledge. She can get that from her phone on the bus. She is paying, if she is paying at all, for something else entirely: for the social experience, for the credential, for the network, for the four-year deferral of adult responsibility, for the right to say “I went to Michigan.” These are real goods, but they are not the goods the university was designed to provide, and the price of a four-year residential credential in the United States currently runs between $120,000 and $320,000. That is a staggering price to pay for a social experience and a line on a resume when the actual knowledge can be acquired at no cost in a fraction of the time.
The university will not vanish. Institutions with endowments in the billions do not disappear; they adapt, however slowly and however badly. But the adaptation will be wrenching. The first casualties will be the mid-tier private colleges that lack both the prestige of the Ivy League and the public funding of state systems. They survive on a value proposition that says “we deliver a quality education,” and when that education is freely available elsewhere, the proposition collapses. The liberal arts college that charges $62,000 per year to offer courses in philosophy, history, and literature, subjects where the knowledge is textual and therefore most immediately replicable by language models, faces an existential question it cannot answer with a new marketing campaign. The second casualties will be the graduate programs, particularly the professional schools. If the knowledge component of a law degree or an MBA can be compressed from three years to three months of guided interaction with a superintelligent system, the three-year program exists only as a hazing ritual and a networking event. That is a difficult case to make at $70,000 per year.
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The law firm faces its own reckoning, and the reckoning is already underway, though it is being disguised as “efficiency gains” and “technology integration.” The traditional law firm operates on a leveraged model: a small number of senior partners possess deep expertise, and a large number of junior associates perform the knowledge-intensive grunt work of legal research, document review, brief drafting, and contract analysis. The associates are paid well because they traded years of education and exam preparation for the ability to perform this work. The partners are paid extraordinarily well because they supervise the associates and maintain the client relationships that generate the fees. When the grunt work can be performed instantaneously and at near-zero cost by a system that has ingested the entirety of case law, the associate layer evaporates. Not thins. Evaporates. And when the associate layer evaporates, the leverage model that generates partner income evaporates with it. The partners retain their client relationships and their courtroom presence and their judgment, but they lose the economic engine that multiplied their value. A law firm of 500 becomes a law firm of 50. The other 450 are not retrained. They are gone.
The doctor’s office tells a different story, but the ending is similar. Medicine is partly a knowledge discipline and partly a manual discipline. A surgeon’s hands cannot be replaced by a language model, and the physical examination, the palpation of an abdomen, the auscultation of a heart murmur, the visual assessment of a wound, remains tied to the human body in ways that resist full digitization. But the diagnostic function, the part of medicine that involves taking a constellation of symptoms and matching them to a disease, is a pattern-recognition task, and pattern recognition is precisely what these systems do better than any individual human. The general practitioner who spends fifteen minutes asking questions and then orders a battery of tests is performing a workflow that can be replicated in seconds with greater accuracy and broader differential consideration. The specialist who reads imaging and identifies pathology is competing against systems that already outperform radiologists in multiple peer-reviewed studies. The knowledge component of medicine, the years of memorizing pharmacology and pathophysiology and clinical protocols, is the component most vulnerable to replacement. What remains is the procedural skill, the bedside manner, the ethical judgment in difficult cases, and the human willingness to be present with another human in suffering. These are not trivial. But they are not what medical school primarily teaches, and they are not what the billing codes primarily reimburse.
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Now we arrive at the harder question, the one that does not concern institutions but concerns the self. For most of modern Western history, knowledge has been the primary currency of personal identity among the educated class. “I know things you do not know” is the unstated foundation of professional pride, intellectual confidence, and social standing. The doctor at the dinner party is deferred to on medical questions. The lawyer at the family gathering is consulted on legal matters. The professor at the conference is respected for the depth and specificity of their scholarly command. These are not merely economic positions. They are identity positions. They answer the question “Who am I?” with the answer “I am someone who knows.”
When everyone has access to the same infinite reservoir of knowledge, that answer loses its force. You are not special because you know the mechanism of action of metformin. The machine knows it too, and knows it better, and knows the fourteen drug interactions your residency program never covered. You are not special because you can recite the holding in Marbury v. Madison. The machine can do that and trace the subsequent two centuries of judicial interpretation in the time it takes you to clear your throat. You are not special because you have read all of Proust. The machine has read all of Proust in every language Proust has been translated into and can cross-reference his treatment of involuntary memory with neuroscientific research on hippocampal consolidation that did not exist when you wrote your dissertation. The ego that was built on knowing is an ego built on sand, and the tide has come in.
This is genuinely terrifying for many people, and it should be acknowledged as such rather than waved away with platitudes about “human creativity” and “emotional intelligence.” The professional who spent a decade acquiring expertise is now being told, in effect, that the acquisition was unnecessary. Not that it was wasted, exactly, but that the competitive advantage it conferred has been zeroed out. That is a psychological wound, not merely an economic one. It strikes at the center of how a person understands their own worth. And the standard responses, “But you still have judgment!” and “But you still have empathy!”, are inadequate, because they ask the professional to rebuild an entire identity around capacities they were never trained to value as primary. The surgeon was not trained to think of bedside manner as the core of their professional identity. The lawyer was not trained to think of ethical discernment as the thing that justifies their fees. The professor was not trained to think of mentorship as the reason the university exists. These capacities were treated as secondary, as the soft skills that accompanied the hard knowledge. Now the hard knowledge is free, and the soft skills are the only thing left, and nobody quite knows how to price them.
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Where, then, does pride belong? It migrates. It moves from knowing to doing, from possession to application, from recall to synthesis. The question is no longer “What do you know?” but “What can you do with what everything now knows?” This is a different kind of competence, and it rewards different kinds of people. The person who thrives in the post-knowledge economy is not the one with the best memory or the most degrees or the deepest command of a single discipline. It is the person who can formulate the right question, who can recognize when a machine’s output is subtly wrong, who can synthesize across domains that the machine treats as separate, who can make the judgment call that requires not just information but wisdom, and wisdom is the one thing that cannot be commoditized because it is not knowledge at all. It is the residue of lived experience applied to novel situations, and no system, however vast its training data, has lived.
This is the genuine ground of human distinction going forward, and it is worth being specific about what it includes. It includes taste, the ability to discern quality that cannot be reduced to metrics. It includes moral reasoning, the capacity to weigh competing goods and arrive at a defensible position when the facts alone do not determine the answer. It includes narrative judgment, the understanding of what story needs to be told and why and to whom and in what order. It includes physical skill, the coordination of hand and eye and body that produces surgery, sculpture, athletics, and craft. It includes relational intelligence, the capacity to sit with another person in complexity and offer not information but presence. None of these are knowledge. All of them are valuable. And all of them have been systematically undervalued by institutions that organized themselves around knowledge as the primary good.
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I taught a class once called “Ways of Knowing.” It was, at its heart, an epistemology course disguised as cultural studies. We examined the various channels through which human beings come to believe they know things: formal education, community transmission, religious doctrine, mythological narrative, scientific method, lived experience, and, yes, memes, those compressed cultural units that carry meaning across populations at speeds that formal education cannot match. The course asked students to interrogate not just what they knew but how they knew it, and to recognize that the method of knowing shaped the knowledge itself. What you learn in a laboratory is different from what you learn in a church, not because one is true and the other false, but because the epistemological framework determines what counts as evidence, what counts as authority, and what counts as proof.
If I were to teach that class twenty-five years from now, in 2051, the syllabus would need to be rebuilt from the foundation. The old “ways of knowing” presumed that knowledge was acquired, that it took effort and time and method, that different methods produced different kinds of knowledge, and that the student’s task was to understand the strengths and limitations of each method. In a world of AGI or ASI, knowledge is not acquired. It is accessed. The effort is zero. The time is zero. The method is a query. The interesting question is no longer “How do you come to know this?” but rather “Now that you know everything, what do you do with it? How do you evaluate it? How do you detect when the system that provides it is wrong, biased, or incomplete? How do you maintain intellectual autonomy when the most convenient source of information is also the most persuasive and the least transparent about its own limitations?”
The 2051 version of “Ways of Knowing” would be a course in epistemic self-defense. It would teach students not how to acquire knowledge but how to resist the passive acceptance of knowledge that arrives fully formed and without friction. It would examine the psychology of deference, the human tendency to trust an authority that is always available, always confident, and never visibly tired or distracted or emotionally compromised. It would study the history of oracles, not as quaint mythology but as a direct analogue to the current moment: societies that outsource their knowing to a singular source eventually lose the capacity to evaluate what that source tells them. It would ask, with genuine urgency, what happens to critical thinking when thinking itself feels unnecessary, when the answer arrives before the question has finished forming, when the student’s experience of intellectual struggle, that productive discomfort of not-yet-knowing, is eliminated entirely.
The course would also need to grapple with a new epistemological category that did not exist when I first taught it: machine-generated knowledge. Not knowledge that a human discovered and a machine stored, but knowledge that a machine produced, patterns identified in data sets too large for any human to review, correlations extracted from domains that no human researcher had thought to combine, predictions generated by processes that even the system’s designers cannot fully explain. This is knowledge without a knower, insight without an intellect, and it challenges every epistemological framework that Western philosophy has produced since Plato. If no human being understands why the system believes what it believes, and yet the system’s beliefs prove correct with disturbing regularity, what does it mean to “know” something? Is the human who reads the machine’s output and acts on it a knower, or a follower? Is the machine a knower, or merely a process? These are not parlor games. They are the foundational questions of a civilization that has handed its epistemological authority to systems it cannot audit.
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Is knowledge obsolete? No. That is the wrong word. Knowledge is not obsolete in the way that the telegraph is obsolete. Knowledge still functions. It is still necessary as the substrate upon which judgment and wisdom and action operate. You cannot exercise medical judgment without medical knowledge; you simply no longer need to carry that knowledge in your own neurons. What is obsolete is the scarcity of knowledge, and with it, the entire economic and social and psychological infrastructure that was built on that scarcity. The university as knowledge-delivery mechanism is obsolete. The law firm as knowledge-brokerage is obsolete. The doctor’s office as diagnostic-knowledge-for-hire is obsolete. The ego that defines itself by what it knows is obsolete. The pride that derives from possessing what others lack is obsolete, at least insofar as the possession in question is informational.
What replaces these things is not yet clear, and anyone who claims otherwise is selling something. But the direction is visible. The university that survives will be a place that teaches not knowledge but discernment: how to evaluate, how to judge, how to synthesize, how to create, how to act ethically in conditions of radical uncertainty. The law firm that survives will be a small partnership of strategic counselors who bring not legal knowledge but legal wisdom, the understanding of how law operates in the mess of human life that no statute fully anticipates. The doctor’s office that survives will be a place of human encounter, where the value is not the diagnosis (the machine already provided that) but the conversation about what the diagnosis means for this particular person in this particular life with these particular fears and obligations. The self that survives will be a self defined not by what it contains but by what it does, not by the knowledge it has accumulated but by the judgment it exercises, the care it extends, the beauty it creates, the courage it musters when the machine says one thing and conscience says another.
The zeroing of knowledge is not the end of human value. It is the end of a particular, historically contingent, deeply entrenched model of human value that equated worth with information. That model served us well when information was hard to come by. It produced great universities, great libraries, great professional traditions, and a broad middle class that lived comfortably on the sale of expertise. But the conditions that produced it are gone, and they are not coming back, and the sooner we stop pretending that the old model can be patched or updated or supplemented with a few online courses and a chatbot, the sooner we can begin the difficult, necessary, genuinely creative work of building something new. Something that values wisdom over knowledge, doing over knowing, presence over information, and the irreducible strangeness of being human in a world where the machines have read all the books.
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The worst school in the world: the thread about St Trinnian’s and its origins in a very different Edinburgh establishment
A Tweet by the National Museums Scotland Library was a timely reminder that cartoonist Ronald Searle took the name for his riotous girls’ school from a real establishment in Edinburgh – but that it not the basis of school itself, which was inspired by two girls schools in Cambridge, where he grew up.
Letter to Miss Frances Kennedy, St. Trinnean’s School, Dalkeith RoadThe Edinburgh St. Trinnean’s (note the spelling) was a progressive, liberal school founded at 10 Palmerston Road in Marchmont by headmistress Catherine Fraser Lee in 1922. It was advertised in that;
ST TRINNEAN’S SCHOOL FOR GIRLS
WILL BE OPENED ON OCTOBER 4th AT 10 PALMERSTON ROAD (GRANGE.)Southern Exposure; Large , Airy Classrooms ; Grounds over One Acre.
Girls from Kindergarten to University Entrance Stage.
Boys up to the age of Nine Years
Prospectus , etc. may be had from the Principal , Miss C . Fraser Lee, MA, Cambridge Teacher Certificate, 9 Cluny Gardens, Edinburgh. Formerly Head Mistress of the County School for Girls, Barry, Wales, and of St. Bride’s School, Edinburgh.Latest Educational Ideals and Methods.
The Scotsman, July 19th 1922“The Latest Educational Ideals and Methods” referred to the Dalton System of education, which was introduced into Britain by Fraser Lee. It resulted in a school described as being of “few rules and much freedom of thought and action.”
Trinnean is a Gaelic (Manx?) form of Ninian, apparently Miss Fraser Lee was a bit into Celticism. Trynninan is a Northumbrian variant. She gave the school the motto “Solus agus Sonas” – Light and Joy in Gàidhlig.
Ten Palmerston Road had been the home of Horatius (Horace) Bonar, a Free Church minister, popular preacher, poet and hymnwriter, who died there in 1899. Horatius younger brother, Andrew, was also a 19th century Free Church Minister, for whom Andrew Bonar Law was named. Bonar Law holds the dubious record of the shortest serving Prime Minister of the 20th century; his father had also been a Free Church Minister, serving in Canada. (I am indebted to Neil Macleod for this insight.)
In 1925 the school relocated to larger and grander premises off Dalkeith Road at St. Leonard’s Hall, a substantial Scottish Baronial mansion built for the late publisher Thomas Nelson junior next to his Parkside printing works. By this time they were taking boarders, possibly reason behind the move to larger premises with more grounds.
St. Leonard’s Hall, CC-BY-SA 2.0 Christian BickelThe Parkside Works were built by the same architect (John Lessels) in a similar style, and you can see the manion of St. Leonard’s Hall keeping a watchful eye over it in this photo.
St. Leonard’s in the distance keeps an eye on the Nelson’s Parkside WorksNelson apparently tired of the opulence and scale of his mansion and preferred to live in a self-contained “cottage” on the top floor of the tower.
The tower of St. Leonards © Ad Meskens / Wikimedia CommonsThomas Nelson junior left a substantial legacy and one of its public applications was in providing a number of Nelson Halls around the city as a place “to which persons of the working class and others can go to sit, read, write, converse and otherwise occupy themselves“. A Nelson Hall was opened near the Parkside Print Works in 1913, where Bernard Terrace meets St. Leonard’s Street. Others were provided at McDonald Road, Morningside Road and Fountainbridge public libraries.
St. Trinnean’s was evacuated during WW2 and relocated to Gala House in Galashiels in September 1939. It was while Searle was visiting an artists commune in Kirkcudbright that he visited a couple whose daughters attended the school and he drew some cartoons to amuse them. He was apparently impressed that the school’s progressive approach allowed the girls to organise their own studying schedules, and took this to the extreme that they could do whatever they pleased. He took the name of their school, and changed it just enough, but based the riotous pupils on schools near his home in Cambridge.
1940 Post Office Directory entry for St. Trinnean’s SchoolSearle’s first St. Trinian’s cartoon was published in Lilliput magazine in October 1941, entitled “Owing to the international situation, the match with St Trinian’s has been postponed“.
Searle’s first published St. Trinian’s cartoon. “Owing to the international situation, the match with St. Trinian’s has been postponed”. October 1941.St. Leonard’s Hall and its grounds were the property of the industrialist John Donald Pollock, who was rector of the University of Edinburgh from 1939-45. The school never returned after the end of the war and was closed by Miss Fraser Lee. Pollock gifted the building and grounds to the University in his will in 1946 and St. Leonard’s became a ladies hall of residence. It is part of the Pollock Halls complex, named for Sir John, but now used as a function / events centre and surrounded by modern buildings, including William Kininmonth’s late 1950s dormitories and refectory and the 1970 Commonwealth Games village.
Pollock Halls complex, CC-BY-SA Richard WebbIn 1998 the former pupils of St. Trinnean’s held their final reunion dinner (appropriately in the Edinburgh University’s Pollock Halls) and “were unanimous in condemning the films and cartoons which immortalised their school as St. Trinian’s and recalled how the school’s founder-headmistress was “broken hearted” at the image portrayed“.
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There are a thousand posters in a hall, and they are all competing for attention, so, you need to stand out. But how can you make sure your poster or #PICO is a great #presentation which achieves that?
If you entered the EGU26 Outstanding Student and PhD-candidate Presentation (OSPP) competition, this #GeoLog post will provide you with top tips from two OSPP winners!
👉 Find out here: https://egu.eu/14C1TJ
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There are a thousand posters in a hall, and they are all competing for attention, so, you need to stand out. But how can you make sure your poster or #PICO is a great #presentation which achieves that?
If you entered the EGU26 Outstanding Student and PhD-candidate Presentation (OSPP) competition, this #GeoLog post will provide you with top tips from two OSPP winners!
👉 Find out here: https://egu.eu/14C1TJ
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There are a thousand posters in a hall, and they are all competing for attention, so, you need to stand out. But how can you make sure your poster or #PICO is a great #presentation which achieves that?
If you entered the EGU26 Outstanding Student and PhD-candidate Presentation (OSPP) competition, this #GeoLog post will provide you with top tips from two OSPP winners!
👉 Find out here: https://egu.eu/14C1TJ
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There are a thousand posters in a hall, and they are all competing for attention, so, you need to stand out. But how can you make sure your poster or #PICO is a great #presentation which achieves that?
If you entered the EGU26 Outstanding Student and PhD-candidate Presentation (OSPP) competition, this #GeoLog post will provide you with top tips from two OSPP winners!
👉 Find out here: https://egu.eu/14C1TJ
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There are a thousand posters in a hall, and they are all competing for attention, so, you need to stand out. But how can you make sure your poster or #PICO is a great #presentation which achieves that?
If you entered the EGU26 Outstanding Student and PhD-candidate Presentation (OSPP) competition, this #GeoLog post will provide you with top tips from two OSPP winners!
👉 Find out here: https://egu.eu/14C1TJ
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A blight that has bedeviled Kinloch for seven years is finally shrinking. Over the past week, workers have begun gnawing at a 6-acre mountain of shingles and other solid waste.
It wasn't always like this. Two derelict buildings on the site began as schools: Kennedy Junior High and Kinloch Senior High. Later they served as City Hall and a community center.
#environment #dumping #waste #stl #stlouis #kinloch #missouri #history #localnews #localjournalism #datajournalism
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A blight that has bedeviled Kinloch for seven years is finally shrinking. Over the past week, workers have begun gnawing at a 6-acre mountain of shingles and other solid waste.
It wasn't always like this. Two derelict buildings on the site began as schools: Kennedy Junior High and Kinloch Senior High. Later they served as City Hall and a community center.
#environment #dumping #waste #stl #stlouis #kinloch #missouri #history #localnews #localjournalism #datajournalism
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#Bloomfield students protest #ICE outside of town hall
https://pix11.com/news/local-news/bloomfield-students-protest-ice-outside-of-town-hall/Hundreds of students in Bloomfield walked out of their classes on Tuesday and marched down the steps of the town hall with a message to immigration enforcement officers. “THEY CALL IT THE AMERICAN DREAM BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO BE ASLEEP TO BELIEVE IT.”
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#Bloomfield students protest #ICE outside of town hall
https://pix11.com/news/local-news/bloomfield-students-protest-ice-outside-of-town-hall/Hundreds of students in Bloomfield walked out of their classes on Tuesday and marched down the steps of the town hall with a message to immigration enforcement officers. “THEY CALL IT THE AMERICAN DREAM BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO BE ASLEEP TO BELIEVE IT.”
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#Bloomfield students protest #ICE outside of town hall
https://pix11.com/news/local-news/bloomfield-students-protest-ice-outside-of-town-hall/Hundreds of students in Bloomfield walked out of their classes on Tuesday and marched down the steps of the town hall with a message to immigration enforcement officers. “THEY CALL IT THE AMERICAN DREAM BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO BE ASLEEP TO BELIEVE IT.”
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#Bloomfield students protest #ICE outside of town hall
https://pix11.com/news/local-news/bloomfield-students-protest-ice-outside-of-town-hall/Hundreds of students in Bloomfield walked out of their classes on Tuesday and marched down the steps of the town hall with a message to immigration enforcement officers. “THEY CALL IT THE AMERICAN DREAM BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO BE ASLEEP TO BELIEVE IT.”
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#Bloomfield students protest #ICE outside of town hall
https://pix11.com/news/local-news/bloomfield-students-protest-ice-outside-of-town-hall/Hundreds of students in Bloomfield walked out of their classes on Tuesday and marched down the steps of the town hall with a message to immigration enforcement officers. “THEY CALL IT THE AMERICAN DREAM BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO BE ASLEEP TO BELIEVE IT.”
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My favourite Richard Hall
Richard Hall is a common enough name and there are plenty of us to choose from among the current crop. But my favourite can be found in Georgian England.
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#HINDSHALL.”
'The track is inspired by the work of #studentprotesters at #Columbia University, who occupied #HamiltonHall last week and renamed it “Hind’s Hall.” as a tribute to a six-year-old #Palestinians girl, Hind Rajab, recently killed by the #IDF in #Gaza.In fact, the whole song is a tribute to student protesters and their cause: An immediate #ceasefire and free #Palestine.'
#Macklemore just dropped a song about college protests, will donate all proceeds to Gaza
https://www.goodgoodgood.co/articles/macklemore-hinds-hall-palestine -
A blight that has bedeviled Kinloch for seven years is finally shrinking. Over the past week, workers have begun gnawing at a 6-acre mountain of shingles and other solid waste.
It wasn't always like this. Two derelict buildings on the site began as schools: Kennedy Junior High and Kinloch Senior High. Later they served as City Hall and a community center.
#environment #dumping #waste #stl #stlouis #kinloch #missouri #history #localnews #localjournalism #datajournalism
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Bilderberg Group changes itself for the modern world – and return of Trump
Several of Bilderberg's 31-member steering committee have senior roles in the defence industry.
The billionaire former Google boss, #Eric #Schmidt, chaired the recent National Security Commission on AI,
and is now busy launching a kamikaze drone company aimed at the lucrative Ukraine market.
Meanwhile, the hugely wealthy Swedish industrialist #Marcus #Wallenberg is chair of defense manufacturer #Saab, which enjoyed a 71% boost in orders in the first nine months of 2024, largely due to the war with Russia.
The tech luminary and Donald Trump insider #Peter #Thiel founded the fast-growing robotics company #Anduril and the booming surveillance and AI giant #Palantir.
His loyal lieutenant #Alex #Karp, the CEO of Palantir, was voted on to the board of Bilderberg a few years ago.
Karp, who claims his company is “responsible for most of the targeting in Ukraine”, recently told the New York Times that the US will “very likely” soon be fighting a three-front war with China, Russia and Iran.
In some respects, the geopolitical mood today is not so different from how it was in the 1950s, when Bilderberg was born.Top of the agenda at the first meeting in 1954 was “the attitude towards communism and the Soviet Union”,
with the “strictly confidential” conference report referring repeatedly to “the communist threat”.
Seventy years later, at the most recent summit in Madrid, the primary threat is “Russia”,
which sat grimly at the foot of the conference agenda underneath “Ukraine and the world”, and “the future of warfare”.In 1954, the alliance was facing “the emergence ofcommunist imperialism”.
In 2024, it’s up against what Stoltenberg calls “the emerging axis of autocrats”, headed by Russia, China and North Korea.#Stoltenberg and his successor as secretary general, #Rutte, were both at this summer’s Madrid meeting.
Joining them in the conference hall were a clutch of high-up Pentagon officials and Nato’s second most senior military leader,
US general #Chris #Cavoli, the Supreme Allied Commander Europe.
It was Cavoli’s second conference, and he’s not the first Saceur to attend the talks: they’ve been coming along to strategise since the mid-60s.
Bilderberg has always had close links with the military:
its founders included senior members of British and American intelligence,
and a previous Nato leader, #Lord #Carrington, chaired the group from 1990 to 1998.Even the shamefaced resignation of its founding chair, #Prince #Bernhard of the Netherlands, had a military twist:
he was caught up in the Lockheed bribery scandal of 1976, the only year (pre-Covid) that the conference was cancelled.
And it’s telling that arguably the most dominant figure at Bilderberg in the last several decades was the grand strategist and warmonger, #Henry #Kissinger, who was lauded as a foreign policy genius by some and despised as a mass-murdering war criminal by others.