Garfield Minus Garfield is always quality, but this one is snort-coffee-out-your-nose quality.
Apostrophe Protection Society
Did you know one exists? They are currently standing up for what’s right in the latest grammar debacle that is Waterstones.
(Even our spell check is vociferously protesting that word.)
David Marsh, our production editor at the Guardian (and author of our Guardian style guide) started International Apostrophe Day! More from him about this burning issue here.
THIS IS WONDERFUL. Although I would warn the grammatically inclined not to visit the “Examples” page. I underestimated my own intolerance for bad punctuation and found my eyes watering and my fingers twitching involuntarily. I wish I were making that up for effect.
Catherine II in the Russian national costume
From 1721 until the October Revolution of 1917, the Russian Orthodox Church was essentially a governmental agency, and conversion to Russian Orthodoxy was essential if Princess Sophia, later Catherine II, was to be empress. Only four months after traveling to Russia, the Russian Orthodox Church received Princess Sophia as a member with the new name Catherine or Ekaterina. Part of the ceremony required Catherine to recite a confession of faith in front of the entire congregation.In her memoirs Catherine described her tireless efforts to embrace Russian customs, “Since it was my aim to please the people I tried to adopt their manners, their way of living. I wanted to become Russian in order that the Russians would love me”.
Gracia Urbana (Urban Grace) - Vogue Mexico
December, 2012My second editorial for next months Vogue Mexico took place in the center of the universe - aka - Times Square New York. Having shot everywhere from outside in the middle of a blizzard to a room literally on fire I can honestly say, here is probably no crazier place on earth for a model to shoot than Times Square in the middle of the day. All the tourists swarm and think you’re Mickey Mouse, stopping to point or take your picture. I remember at one point all the girls and guys working at Sephora came out of the store and were my own personal cheer leaders, it was amazing. Dewey Nicks the photographer would sometimes use a very long camera lens so often I was posing like a mad-woman with no apparent photographer around, leaving everyone to wonder what on earth this crazy baroque-looking ballerina was doing flailing her arms and legs in every direction. As a side note, many years ago I worked with Dewey on a shoot in the pacific north west with my friend Behati Prinsloo (remember this cute picture?). We spent half our time running around the forest, hiding from production, and just generally acting like 12 year olds so I’m sure it took him at least this long to take me seriously again! haha.
All clothing by Dolce & Gabbana, styling by Sarah Gore Reeves.
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Coco
Queen of Shamakhan Coat by armstreet
On the tent… The prize of maidens,
Queen of Shamakhan, in radiance
Lambent like the morning star,
Quietly salutes the Tsar.
A.S. Pushkin “The tale of the golden cockerel”
Tolstoy
Elif Batuman, The Possessed: Adventures With Russian Books and the People Who Read Them
Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2010Also from this book: Dennis the Dentist
On the day of my flight to Moscow, I was late to the airport. Check-in was already closed. Although I was eventually let onto the plane, my suitcase was not, and it subsequently vanished altogether from the Aeroflot informational system. Air travel is like death: everything is taken from you. Because there are no clothing stores in Yasnaya Polyana, I was obliged to wear, for four days of the conference, the same clothes in which I had traveled: flip-flops, sweatpants, and a flannel shirt. I had hoped to sleep on the plane and had dressed accordingly. Some International Tolstoy Scholars assumed that I was a Tolstoyan—that like Tolstoy and his followers I had taken a vow to walk around in sandals and wear the same peasant shirt all day and all night.
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“We will hear more about these very interesting editions on Thursday! … if we are still alive.” It was fashionable among International Tolstoy Scholars to punctuate all statements about the future with this disclaimer: an allusion to Tolstoy’s later diaries. After his religious rebirth in 1881, Tolstoy changed his practice of ending each diary entry with a plan for the next day; now, he simply wrote the phrase: “if I am alive.”
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A few days later, Tolstoy received a letter from Chertkov and refused to let Sonya see it. Sonya flew into a rage and renewed her accusations about the secret will. “Not only does her behavior toward me fail to express her love,” Tolstoy wrote of Sonya, “but its evident object is to kill me.” Tolstoy fled to his study and tried to distract himself by reading The Brothers Karamazov: “Which of the two families, Karamazov or Tolstoy, was the more horrible?” he asked. In Tolstoy’s view, The Brothers Karamazov was “anti-artistic, superficial, attitudinizing, irrelevant to the great problems.”
loc.2018
In a final period of lucidity on November 6, he said to his daughters, “I advise you to remember that there are many people in the world besides Lev Tolstoy.” He died of respiratory failure on November 7.
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On the third day of the Tolstoy conference, a professor from Yale read a paper on tennis. In Anna Karenina, he began, Tolstoy represents lawn tennis in a very negative light. Anna and Vronsky swat futilely at the tiny ball, poised on the edge of a vast spiritual and moral abyss. When he wrote that scene, Tolstoy himself had never played tennis, which he only knew of as an English fad. At the age of sixty-eight, Tolstoy was given a tennis racket and taught the rules of the game. He became an instant tennis addict. “No other writer was as prone to great contradictions,” explained the professor, whose mustache and mobile eyebrows gave him the air of a nineteenth-century philanderer. All summer long, Tolstoy played tennis for three hours every day. No opponent could rival Tolstoy’s indefatigable thirst for the game of tennis; his guests and children would take turns playing against him. The International Tolstoy Scholars wondered at Tolstoy’s athleticism. He should have lived to see eighty-five—ninety—one hundred! Tolstoy had also been in his sixties when he learned how to ride a bicycle. He took his first lesson exactly one month after the death of his and Sonya’s beloved youngest son. Both the bicycle and an introductory lesson were a gift from the Moscow Society of Velocipede-Lovers. One can only guess how Sonya felt, in her mourning, to see her husband teetering along the garden paths. “Tolstoy has learned to ride a bicycle,” Chertkov noted at that time. “Is this not inconsistent with Christian ideals?”
loc.2044
The Dukhobors—literally, “Spirit Wrestlers”—were a Russian peasant religious sect, whose tenets included egalitarianism, pacificism, worship through prayer meetings, and the rejection of all written scripture in favor of an oral body of knowledge called the “Living Book.” When they were persecuted for their refusal to fight in the Russo-Turkish war, Tolstoy donated all the proceeds from his novel Resurrection to finance their immigration to Canada in 1899.
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Tolstoy in Yasnaya Polyana, 1908
