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  1. Tart & tasty ✅ Beers & books ✅ Flavourful & funky ✅ Robust & rock 🤘

    It must be magical Thursday... The stars are aligned 😆 Halcyon is probably Wilderness' best brew ever... Well it's my all-time favourite... Got lots of work done... #Snob2000 is about to start.

    Let the good times roll.

    #CraftBeer #NewZealand #TimeToRelax @beersofmastodon #Flemish #BelgianStyle #BarrelAged

  2. Since a day or two I'm getting bombarded with ads for #TheBestImigrant. A #Flemish|#Belgian series that depicts #migrants competing for their #residence permit in a show -- the Flemish interpretation of the #TheHungerGames. It's meant to be eye-opening fiction, I hope. But the feeling the trailers leave me with is something different: We are animals to the Flemish. Freak show material at best. It's a sinister blueprint for a not-unlikely future of #migration that shouldn't have been produced.

  3. Still Life of Fish and Cat, by Clara Peeters, after 1620.
    An abundance of fish and seafood, with a cat guarding its fishy treasure.
    universalcompendium.com/gen_im

    #painting #cat #fish #flemish

  4. I want to know why a dry explanation in #German over a deep dark technobeat works so well?

    Does it mean that I can make a really long and boring explanation of a #Minecraft #CreateMod contraption in #Flemish and use it as lyrics for a #techno song?

    #music

  5. Maurice Leblanc - Arsene Lupin Part 13 of 99

    “Oh, come! what on earth do you mean?” said the Duke. “You’re getting quite incomprehensible, my dear girl.”
    “Well, I’ll make it clear to you. One morning papa received a letter—but wait. Sonia, get me the Lupin papers out of the bureau.”
    Sonia rose from the writing-table, and went to a bureau, an admirable example of the work of the great English maker, Chippendale. It stood on the other side of the hall between an Oriental cabinet and a sixteenth-century Italian cabinet—for all the world as if it were standing in a crowded curiosity shop—with the natural effect that the three pieces, by their mere incongruity, took something each from the beauty of the other. Sonia raised the flap of the bureau, and taking from one of the drawers a small portfolio, turned over the papers in it and handed a letter to the Duke.
    “This is the envelope,” she said. “It’s addressed to M. Gournay-Martin, Collector, at the château de Charmerace, Ile-et-Vilaine.”
    The Duke opened the envelope and took out a letter.
    “It’s an odd handwriting,” he said.
    “Read it—carefully,” said Germaine.
    It was an uncommon handwriting. The letters of it were small, but perfectly formed. It looked the handwriting of a man who knew exactly what he wanted to say, and liked to say it with extreme precision. The letter ran:
    “DEAR SIR,”
    “Please forgive my writing to you without our having been introduced to one another; but I flatter myself that you know me, at any rate, by name.”
    “There is in the drawing-room next your hall a Gainsborough of admirable quality which affords me infinite pleasure. Your Goyas in the same drawing-room are also to my liking, as well as your Van Dyck. In the further drawing-room I note the Renaissance cabinets—a marvellous pair—the Flemish tapestry, the Fragonard, the clock signed Boulle, and various other objects of less importance. But above all I have set my heart on that coronet which you bought at the sale of the Marquise de Ferronaye, and which was formerly worn by the unfortunate Princesse de Lamballe. I take the greatest interest in this coronet: in the first place, on account of the charming and tragic memories which it calls up in the mind of a poet passionately fond of history, and in the second place—though it is hardly worth while talking about that kind of thing—on account of its intrinsic value. I reckon indeed that the stones in your coronet are, at the very lowest, worth half a million francs.”
    “I beg you, my dear sir, to have these different objects properly packed up, and to forward them, addressed to me, carriage paid, to the Batignolles Station. Failing this, I shall Proceed to remove them myself on the night of Thursday, August 7th.”
    “Please pardon the slight trouble to which I am putting you, and believe me,”
    “Yours very sincerely,” “ARSÈNE LUPIN.”
    “P.S.—It occurs to me that the pictures have not glass before them. It would be as well to repair this omission before forwarding them to me, and I am sure that you will take this extra trouble cheerfully. I am aware, of course, that some of the best judges declare that a picture loses some of its quality when seen through glass. But it preserves them, and we should always be ready and willing to sacrifice a portion of our own pleasure for the benefit of posterity. France demands it of us.—A. L.”
    The Duke laughed, and said, “Really, this is extraordinarily funny. It must have made your father laugh.”
    “Laugh?” said Germaine. “You should have seen his face. He took it seriously enough, I can tell you.”
    “Not to the point of forwarding the things to Batignolles, I hope,” said the Duke.

    #Sonia #Lupin #English #Chippendale #Oriental #Italian #M_Gournay-Martin #Collector #deCharmerace #Germaine #Renaissance #Flemish #Fragonard #Boulle #PrincessedeLamballe #halfamillionfrancs #BatignollesStation #ARSÈNELUPIN #France #us_—A_ #ArseneLupin #MauriceLeBlanc #mystery #booktoot

  6. Maurice Leblanc - Arsene Lupin Part 13 of 99

    “Oh, come! what on earth do you mean?” said the Duke. “You’re getting quite incomprehensible, my dear girl.”
    “Well, I’ll make it clear to you. One morning papa received a letter—but wait. Sonia, get me the Lupin papers out of the bureau.”
    Sonia rose from the writing-table, and went to a bureau, an admirable example of the work of the great English maker, Chippendale. It stood on the other side of the hall between an Oriental cabinet and a sixteenth-century Italian cabinet—for all the world as if it were standing in a crowded curiosity shop—with the natural effect that the three pieces, by their mere incongruity, took something each from the beauty of the other. Sonia raised the flap of the bureau, and taking from one of the drawers a small portfolio, turned over the papers in it and handed a letter to the Duke.
    “This is the envelope,” she said. “It’s addressed to M. Gournay-Martin, Collector, at the château de Charmerace, Ile-et-Vilaine.”
    The Duke opened the envelope and took out a letter.
    “It’s an odd handwriting,” he said.
    “Read it—carefully,” said Germaine.
    It was an uncommon handwriting. The letters of it were small, but perfectly formed. It looked the handwriting of a man who knew exactly what he wanted to say, and liked to say it with extreme precision. The letter ran:
    “DEAR SIR,”
    “Please forgive my writing to you without our having been introduced to one another; but I flatter myself that you know me, at any rate, by name.”
    “There is in the drawing-room next your hall a Gainsborough of admirable quality which affords me infinite pleasure. Your Goyas in the same drawing-room are also to my liking, as well as your Van Dyck. In the further drawing-room I note the Renaissance cabinets—a marvellous pair—the Flemish tapestry, the Fragonard, the clock signed Boulle, and various other objects of less importance. But above all I have set my heart on that coronet which you bought at the sale of the Marquise de Ferronaye, and which was formerly worn by the unfortunate Princesse de Lamballe. I take the greatest interest in this coronet: in the first place, on account of the charming and tragic memories which it calls up in the mind of a poet passionately fond of history, and in the second place—though it is hardly worth while talking about that kind of thing—on account of its intrinsic value. I reckon indeed that the stones in your coronet are, at the very lowest, worth half a million francs.”
    “I beg you, my dear sir, to have these different objects properly packed up, and to forward them, addressed to me, carriage paid, to the Batignolles Station. Failing this, I shall Proceed to remove them myself on the night of Thursday, August 7th.”
    “Please pardon the slight trouble to which I am putting you, and believe me,”
    “Yours very sincerely,” “ARSÈNE LUPIN.”
    “P.S.—It occurs to me that the pictures have not glass before them. It would be as well to repair this omission before forwarding them to me, and I am sure that you will take this extra trouble cheerfully. I am aware, of course, that some of the best judges declare that a picture loses some of its quality when seen through glass. But it preserves them, and we should always be ready and willing to sacrifice a portion of our own pleasure for the benefit of posterity. France demands it of us.—A. L.”
    The Duke laughed, and said, “Really, this is extraordinarily funny. It must have made your father laugh.”
    “Laugh?” said Germaine. “You should have seen his face. He took it seriously enough, I can tell you.”
    “Not to the point of forwarding the things to Batignolles, I hope,” said the Duke.

    #Sonia #Lupin #English #Chippendale #Oriental #Italian #M_Gournay-Martin #Collector #deCharmerace #Germaine #Renaissance #Flemish #Fragonard #Boulle #PrincessedeLamballe #halfamillionfrancs #BatignollesStation #ARSÈNELUPIN #France #us_—A_ #ArseneLupin #MauriceLeBlanc #mystery #booktoot

  7. Maurice Leblanc - Arsene Lupin Part 13 of 99

    “Oh, come! what on earth do you mean?” said the Duke. “You’re getting quite incomprehensible, my dear girl.”
    “Well, I’ll make it clear to you. One morning papa received a letter—but wait. Sonia, get me the Lupin papers out of the bureau.”
    Sonia rose from the writing-table, and went to a bureau, an admirable example of the work of the great English maker, Chippendale. It stood on the other side of the hall between an Oriental cabinet and a sixteenth-century Italian cabinet—for all the world as if it were standing in a crowded curiosity shop—with the natural effect that the three pieces, by their mere incongruity, took something each from the beauty of the other. Sonia raised the flap of the bureau, and taking from one of the drawers a small portfolio, turned over the papers in it and handed a letter to the Duke.
    “This is the envelope,” she said. “It’s addressed to M. Gournay-Martin, Collector, at the château de Charmerace, Ile-et-Vilaine.”
    The Duke opened the envelope and took out a letter.
    “It’s an odd handwriting,” he said.
    “Read it—carefully,” said Germaine.
    It was an uncommon handwriting. The letters of it were small, but perfectly formed. It looked the handwriting of a man who knew exactly what he wanted to say, and liked to say it with extreme precision. The letter ran:
    “DEAR SIR,”
    “Please forgive my writing to you without our having been introduced to one another; but I flatter myself that you know me, at any rate, by name.”
    “There is in the drawing-room next your hall a Gainsborough of admirable quality which affords me infinite pleasure. Your Goyas in the same drawing-room are also to my liking, as well as your Van Dyck. In the further drawing-room I note the Renaissance cabinets—a marvellous pair—the Flemish tapestry, the Fragonard, the clock signed Boulle, and various other objects of less importance. But above all I have set my heart on that coronet which you bought at the sale of the Marquise de Ferronaye, and which was formerly worn by the unfortunate Princesse de Lamballe. I take the greatest interest in this coronet: in the first place, on account of the charming and tragic memories which it calls up in the mind of a poet passionately fond of history, and in the second place—though it is hardly worth while talking about that kind of thing—on account of its intrinsic value. I reckon indeed that the stones in your coronet are, at the very lowest, worth half a million francs.”
    “I beg you, my dear sir, to have these different objects properly packed up, and to forward them, addressed to me, carriage paid, to the Batignolles Station. Failing this, I shall Proceed to remove them myself on the night of Thursday, August 7th.”
    “Please pardon the slight trouble to which I am putting you, and believe me,”
    “Yours very sincerely,” “ARSÈNE LUPIN.”
    “P.S.—It occurs to me that the pictures have not glass before them. It would be as well to repair this omission before forwarding them to me, and I am sure that you will take this extra trouble cheerfully. I am aware, of course, that some of the best judges declare that a picture loses some of its quality when seen through glass. But it preserves them, and we should always be ready and willing to sacrifice a portion of our own pleasure for the benefit of posterity. France demands it of us.—A. L.”
    The Duke laughed, and said, “Really, this is extraordinarily funny. It must have made your father laugh.”
    “Laugh?” said Germaine. “You should have seen his face. He took it seriously enough, I can tell you.”
    “Not to the point of forwarding the things to Batignolles, I hope,” said the Duke.

    #Sonia #Lupin #English #Chippendale #Oriental #Italian #M_Gournay-Martin #Collector #deCharmerace #Germaine #Renaissance #Flemish #Fragonard #Boulle #PrincessedeLamballe #halfamillionfrancs #BatignollesStation #ARSÈNELUPIN #France #us_—A_ #ArseneLupin #MauriceLeBlanc #mystery #booktoot

  8. Okay guys I know it's me having a weird obsession with a language that almost no one is willing to learn but would anyone be interested in a blog with more than english and french to Dutch translation and common learning courses but dedicated to ressources I actually like & use?
    With learning ressources ofc but also books in Dutch, podcast, tv shows, tips, Radio, music Presentation of Dutch bands and songs? #dutch #netherlands #flemish #belgium #netherlands #language #languagelearning

  9. I guess when #Netanyahu thought stirring up #Islamophobia in Europe would help #Israel, he stopped short of thinking what Islamophobes and Antisemites have in common.

    […] I also do not miss the fact that a Third World War is coming. The Middle East will explode, with rogue consequences for the rest of the globe. And all this by a small, thick, bald Jew who bears the ominous name Bibi Netanyahu, and who for whatever reason wants to ensure that the entire Arab world is swept away. For every Hamas- or Hezbollah fighter killed by that Israeli pussy army, hundreds of innocent civilians are killed, and we can't help but repeat that there are many children in between, and that here, in the supposedly safe West, we cannot imagine that the same fate would have been the same to our children. I see an image of a crying and screaming Palestinian boy who screams completely beyond the senses for his mother lying under the debris, and I image that that boy is my own son Roman, and the mother my own friend Lena, and I get so angry that I want to ram a pointed knife down the throat of every Jew I come across. Of course you always have to think about it: not every Jewish is a murderous bastard, and to shape that thought I imagine an elderly Jewish man who shuffles through my own street, dressed in a washed-up shirt, fake cotton pants and old sandals, and I feel sorry for him and almost get tears in my eyes, but a little later I wish him to hell, and yes, that is a change of mood, and unfortunately my upcoming bundle will be full of that.”

    #Flemish humo.be/meningen/herman-brusse

    Herman Brusselmans (“The Most Famous Writer of the Low Countries”) is a renowned Flemish novelist, playwright, poet, and columnist, known for his “bold and straightforward style.”

    @palestine
    @israel
    #IsraelWarCrimes #antisemitism

  10. I was told your written Dutch is good but you can tell it's a French writing it and I went from zero without teacher so it's a big win to be able to make sentences by myself but also I feel cursed... I noticed Flemish sounded more like my "Dutch"... At least they don't switch anymore #dutch #flemish #french #Netherlands #vlaams #language #languagelearning #multilingual #multilingualism #languagelearners

  11. Boost welcome
    Guys i love Dutch and Flemish music, my Dutch friend said I translated Doe Maar perfectly, should I dab into a french English project about Flemish and Dutch music when I have time? There are little to no information and it made me sad, especially about cool underground music, I could translate interviews and views on groups #dutch #music #netherlands #musiek #undergroundmusic #vlaams #flemish

  12. Boost welcome
    Guys i love Dutch and Flemish music, my Dutch friend said I translated Doe Maar perfectly, should I dab into a french English project about Flemish and Dutch music when I have time? There are little to no information and it made me sad, especially about cool underground music, I could translate interviews and views on groups #dutch #music #netherlands #musiek #undergroundmusic #vlaams #flemish

  13. Boost welcome
    Guys i love Dutch and Flemish music, my Dutch friend said I translated Doe Maar perfectly, should I dab into a french English project about Flemish and Dutch music when I have time? There are little to no information and it made me sad, especially about cool underground music, I could translate interviews and views on groups #dutch #music #netherlands #musiek #undergroundmusic #vlaams #flemish

  14. Boost welcome
    Guys i love Dutch and Flemish music, my Dutch friend said I translated Doe Maar perfectly, should I dab into a french English project about Flemish and Dutch music when I have time? There are little to no information and it made me sad, especially about cool underground music, I could translate interviews and views on groups #dutch #music #netherlands #musiek #undergroundmusic #vlaams #flemish

  15. Boost welcome
    Guys i love Dutch and Flemish music, my Dutch friend said I translated Doe Maar perfectly, should I dab into a french English project about Flemish and Dutch music when I have time? There are little to no information and it made me sad, especially about cool underground music, I could translate interviews and views on groups #dutch #music #netherlands #musiek #undergroundmusic #vlaams #flemish

  16. "This article studies how northern European migrants adapted their collective strategies to Seville’s institutional framework in the last third of the sixteenth century and how these strategies shaped the emergence of the so-called Flemish and German nation."

    Jiménez Montes, G. (2022) “The Flemish and German Nation of Seville: Collective Strategies and Institutional Development of the Northern European Merchant Community in Seville, Spain (1568-1598)”, TSEG - The Low Countries Journal of Social and Economic History, 19(1), pp. 37–60. doi: doi.org/10.52024/tseg.11456 #Research #Article #Germany #German #Flanders #Flemish #Seville #Spain #Europe #History #Histodon #Histodons #Economics #HistoryOfEconomics #Migration #Migrants #EarlyModern #C16th #16thCentury #Academia #Academic #Academics #DOI @histodon @histodons @historyofeconomics @earlymodern

  17. Last night my man and I went to the #Pride Block Party in the #Dallas Arts District: outdoor concerts, free late night museum admissions, food trucks, drag, babygays in outrageous outfits, the works.

    Then he discovers the #DallasMuseumOfArt has a special loaner exhibit covering 300 years of Flemish art.

    Me: If we hurry, we can catch the #Kiki at…

    Him: #Flemish #Art!

    Me: #Drag #Ball!

    Him: They snagged … a #Rubens.

    Me: Oh. OK … whatever you want, Mi Querido.

    #DMA #LGBT #QueerMarriedLife

  18. Last night my man and I went to the #Pride Block Party in the #Dallas Arts District: outdoor concerts, free late night museum admissions, food trucks, drag, babygays in outrageous outfits, the works.

    Then he discovers the #DallasMuseumOfArt has a special loaner exhibit covering 300 years of Flemish art.

    Me: If we hurry, we can catch the #Kiki at…

    Him: #Flemish #Art!

    Me: #Drag #Ball!

    Him: They snagged … a #Rubens.

    Me: Oh. OK … whatever you want, Mi Querido.

    #DMA #LGBT #QueerMarriedLife

  19. Last night my man and I went to the #Pride Block Party in the #Dallas Arts District: outdoor concerts, free late night museum admissions, food trucks, drag, babygays in outrageous outfits, the works.

    Then he discovers the #DallasMuseumOfArt has a special loaner exhibit covering 300 years of Flemish art.

    Me: If we hurry, we can catch the #Kiki at…

    Him: #Flemish #Art!

    Me: #Drag #Ball!

    Him: They snagged … a #Rubens.

    Me: Oh. OK … whatever you want, Mi Querido.

    #DMA #LGBT #QueerMarriedLife

  20. Last night my man and I went to the #Pride Block Party in the #Dallas Arts District: outdoor concerts, free late night museum admissions, food trucks, drag, babygays in outrageous outfits, the works.

    Then he discovers the #DallasMuseumOfArt has a special loaner exhibit covering 300 years of Flemish art.

    Me: If we hurry, we can catch the #Kiki at…

    Him: #Flemish #Art!

    Me: #Drag #Ball!

    Him: They snagged … a #Rubens.

    Me: Oh. OK … whatever you want, Mi Querido.

    #DMA #LGBT #QueerMarriedLife

  21. Last night my man and I went to the #Pride Block Party in the #Dallas Arts District: outdoor concerts, free late night museum admissions, food trucks, drag, babygays in outrageous outfits, the works.

    Then he discovers the #DallasMuseumOfArt has a special loaner exhibit covering 300 years of Flemish art.

    Me: If we hurry, we can catch the #Kiki at…

    Him: #Flemish #Art!

    Me: #Drag #Ball!

    Him: They snagged … a #Rubens.

    Me: Oh. OK … whatever you want, Mi Querido.

    #DMA #LGBT #QueerMarriedLife

  22. My favorite part about translated #Subtitles is when the person doing it had a little bit of fun with it, whilst keeping it a perfectly accurate #translation.

    Like how the subtitler for #TheNightShift took an English saying without a direct counter-part, and used the one saying from #Flemish that is particularly funny in-context of what's going on. #Television #Movies