Curt Doolittle

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  • (FB 1552159139 Timestamp) Altaic languages Altaic is a hypothetical language fam

    (FB 1552159139 Timestamp) Altaic languages Altaic is a hypothetical language family of central Eurasia and Siberia first proposed in the 18th century, but whose existence is widely discredited among comparative linguists. The Turkic, Mongolic and Tungusic groups are invariably included in the family; some authors added Koreanic and the Japonic languages. The latter expanded grouping came to be known as “Macro-Altaic”, leading to the designation of the smaller former grouping as “Micro-Altaic” by retronymy. Most proponents of Altaic continue to support the inclusion of Korean. These languages are spoken in a wide arc stretching from Eastern Europe through Anatolia and eastern Caucasus through North Asia and Central Asia to the Korean Peninsula and Japanese archipelago in East Asia. The group is named after the Altai mountain range in the center of Asia.

  • (FB 1552158788 Timestamp) ANOTHER TAKE ON THE IE EXPANSION Stage 1: “ORIGINATION

    (FB 1552158788 Timestamp) ANOTHER TAKE ON THE IE EXPANSION Stage 1: “ORIGINATION” Some pre-IE languages are also indicated:

    • Vasconic is tentatively associated here with Neolithic languages of Thessalian origin (my main working hypothesis). It would at the time be the largest European language family therefore.
      • Uralic should be right north of the early Indoeuropeans, what explains their ancestral Sprachbund.

      • Pelasgian indicates the language of Vinca-Dimini (Grey Ware), which was a limited intrusion c. 5000 BCE with origins related to Tell Halaf most likely.

    Stage 2: “EXPANSION” The main outline of the Indo-european expansion. Some other cultures and languages are indicated in gray colors for context. At this point we should have the seeds of: – Anatolian (Maykop) – Tocharian (Afanasevo, in Altai) – Indo-Iranian (Yamna) – Western Indo-european (Baalberge): a large subfamily that would give birth to Balto-Slavic, Germanic, Celtic and Italic. – Possible seeds of Tracian, Greek, etc. in the Balcanic Kurgans, an ill-defined group that would nevertheless plunder and radically alter the ethnic geography of the Eastern Balcans (see next map). Stage 3: “CONSOLIDATION” Some notes:

    • The Anatolian branch goes into Asia with the Kura-Araxes culture.

    • The Eastern Balcans are divided between two cultures:




        • Cotofeni, more purely Kurgan and a candidate for Greek origins


        • Ezero, rather Dniepr-Don (→ Sredny-Stog II) cultural inheritance. Surely proto-Thracians and hence a candidate for the origin of Armenian (via Phrygians).

    • Expansion of Yamna (proto-Indo-Iranians) and therefore liquidation of Dniepr-Don Neolithic

    • Consolidation and first expansion of the Western IE branch (Globular Amphorae). It may be important to note that in the Baalberge→→→Globular Amphorae period, this Kurgan culture experimented various influences that may be considered Vasconic: the Danubian substrate, the powerful southern Danubian culture of Baden and the Northernly Funnelbeaker influence, associated to Atlantic Megalithism.

    Stage 4: “COMPLETION” Setting the proto-historical scenario with some further expansions. Most notably:

    • Corded Ware: a major expansion of the Western IE group to the West, East and North.

    • Vucedol: probably associated with the previous, eradicates the Danubian culture in their homeland (only Foltesti in Moldavia would survive for some more time within this important Neolithic macro-culture). Vucedol would be another candidate for Greek origins for their use of the architectural concept of megaron.

    • Catacombs culture’s origins are debated but it’s clearly Kurgan in any case.

    • Poltavka represents continuity with the seed of the Kurgan/Indoeuropean phenomenon and its later evolution leads directly to Indo-Iranians.

    It should be noted that, synchronously with the Corded Ware expansion, the Megalithic bowmen of Artenac culture expanded from Dordogne, subsuming the last Western Danubian groups all the way to Belgium. This culture was probably proto-Aquitanian. A whole millennium of stability followed at the new Rhine border, crossed only by the likely traders of the Bell Beaker phenomenon. Source: http://forwhattheywereweare.blogspot.com/p/blog-page.html

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    (FB 1552611579 Timestamp) Crystal water turns to dark Where ere it’s presence leaves it’s mark And boiling currents pound like drums When something wicked this way comes… A presence dark invades the fair And gives the horses ample scare Chaos rains and panic fills the air When something wicked this way comes… Ill winds mark it’s fearsome flight, And autumn branches creak with fright. The landscape turns to ashen crumbs, When something wicked this way comes… Flowers bloom as black as night Removing color from your sight Nightmarish vines block your way Thorns reach out to catch their prey And by the pricking of your thumbs Realize that their poison numbs From frightful blooms, rank odors seep Bats & beasties fly & creep ‘Cross this evil land, ill winds blow Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow All will rot & decompose For something wicked this way grows…

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    (FB 1552612197 Timestamp) Round about the cauldron go, In, the poisoned entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Sweltered venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ th’ charmèd pot. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake. Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravined salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digged i’ th’ dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat and slips of yew Slivered in the moon’s eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab. Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Cool it with a baboon’s blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Oh well done! I commend your pains, And every one shall share i’ th’ gains. And now about the cauldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

  • Curt Doolittle updated his status.

    (FB 1552611579 Timestamp) Crystal water turns to dark Where ere it’s presence leaves it’s mark And boiling currents pound like drums When something wicked this way comes… A presence dark invades the fair And gives the horses ample scare Chaos rains and panic fills the air When something wicked this way comes… Ill winds mark it’s fearsome flight, And autumn branches creak with fright. The landscape turns to ashen crumbs, When something wicked this way comes… Flowers bloom as black as night Removing color from your sight Nightmarish vines block your way Thorns reach out to catch their prey And by the pricking of your thumbs Realize that their poison numbs From frightful blooms, rank odors seep Bats & beasties fly & creep ‘Cross this evil land, ill winds blow Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow All will rot & decompose For something wicked this way grows…

  • Curt Doolittle updated his status.

    (FB 1552612197 Timestamp) Round about the cauldron go, In, the poisoned entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Sweltered venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ th’ charmèd pot. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake. Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravined salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digged i’ th’ dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat and slips of yew Slivered in the moon’s eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab. Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Cool it with a baboon’s blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Oh well done! I commend your pains, And every one shall share i’ th’ gains. And now about the cauldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

  • (FB 1553087721 Timestamp) FROM LAW 103 – Foundations

    (FB 1553087721 Timestamp) FROM LAW 103 – Foundations

  • (FB 1553087834 Timestamp) FROM LAW103 – Foundations

    (FB 1553087834 Timestamp) FROM LAW103 – Foundations

  • Curt Doolittle updated his status.

    (FB 1553454750 Timestamp) Crowns are for the valiant — sceptres for the bold! Throne and power for mighty men who dare to take and hold. Gold is for the mistress — silver for the maid — Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade. Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown — Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown. Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong. Balm and oil for weary hearts all cut and bruised with wrong. Good! said the Baron sitting in his hall, For Iron — Cold Iron — is master of them all. by Kipling. (Edited for clarity. 😉 )

  • Curt Doolittle updated his status.

    (FB 1553454750 Timestamp) Crowns are for the valiant — sceptres for the bold! Throne and power for mighty men who dare to take and hold. Gold is for the mistress — silver for the maid — Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade. Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown — Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown. Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong. Balm and oil for weary hearts all cut and bruised with wrong. Good! said the Baron sitting in his hall, For Iron — Cold Iron — is master of them all. by Kipling. (Edited for clarity. 😉 )