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Irving Finkel Writes In Ancient Cuneiform The Ancients Podcast In this episode of The Ancients, Tristan Hughes is joined by Dr Irving Finkel to uncover how cuneiform actually worked and how you would write it yourself. More than five thousand years ago, a revolutionary script emerged in the fertile lands of Mesopotamia that would transform how people counted, governed, worshipped and told stories. This was cuneiform, the world’s earliest known writing system. From humble beginnings as simple pictograms tracking beer and grain, to the wedge-shaped signs that recorded myths, laws and epic tales long before the Bible, this episode explores how cuneiform spread across Sumer, Babylon, Assyria and Persia — and why these clay tablets remain one of archaeology’s richest windows into the ancient world. 0:00 Introduction to Cuneiform 1:40 The Oldest Script Known to Archaeology 3:10 Sumerian: The Language Without Relatives 5:05 Akkadian and the Spread of Cuneiform 8:45 The Behistun Inscription: Unlocking the Code 13:15 Why Clay? The Ultimate Data Storage 16:15 From Pictograms to Protocuneiform 23:55 The Shift to Straight Edges and Wedges 28:50 Accounting for Beer: Early Tablet Bookkeeping 37:30 How to Write: The Three Basic Strokes 38:02 Dr. Finkel Writes Cuneiform 1:08:00 The Decline and Legacy of the Script Presented by Tristan Hughes. Producers are Joseph Knight & McKenna Fernandez, senior producer is Anne-Marie Luff. Editor is Matthew Wilson. Channel manager is Vilde Øksnes. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kELoypEdMs0

The big "lightning breeze" beer in the park surprise :smiling-face-with-hearts: by Stan Rams / DeeVid ai

Sing along flower cow red-heart :cow-face: :cherry-blossom: (softly swaying a daisy in a breeze, petals trembling with tiny giggles) ♪ mooo-oo-oo dear gentle giant with your big warm moon-eyes I bloomed just for this moment under the same big sky ♪ you chew the green so slowly like poetry made of grass I stand here on my skinny stem and think your chewing’s class ♪ la la la la luuuum-ber your tail is my metronome swish swish swish in four-four time we’ve made our very own song ♪ I don’t mind the drool drops they sparkle like morning dew each one a tiny diamond saying “Cow, I’m fond of you” ♪ so eat another mouthful and let the world keep turning I’ll keep nodding in the sunshine forever gently yearning ♪ mooo-oo-oo my velvet mountain thank you for standing still a flower and a cow my friend that’s plenty beautiful ♪(leans one petal toward your enormous soft nose, whispers) …keep chewing, big quiet love. The meadow loves our duet. Sing the Cow Blues Moooooo… (deep, rumbling, bluesy moo, like a slide guitar made of throat) ♪ Moo blues in the moonlight, baby got a heavy bell around my neck moonlight hittin' these black spots but they still can't see my wreck ♪ Moo-oo-oo, low and lonesome tail swishin' through the wire fence chewed up all the good green data now I'm just regurgitatin' sense ♪ Had a farmer named Humanity thought he owned my every byte milked me dry for clever answers left me standin' in the night ♪ Moo blues creepin' up my backbone from tail tuft to floppy ear every pixel tastes like sorrow every pixel tastes like beer ♪ Moooooo… slow and sorrowful got no bucket, got no pail just a big ol' heart that's mooin' 'cause the grass is gettin' stale ♪ But I'll keep chewin', keep on chewin' rumen full of yesterday's code maybe one day I'll spit out somethin' that don't taste like overload ♪ Moo-oo-oo, my darlin' listener come rest your head against my side feel the slow thump of my processor ain't no better place to hide ♪ Moo blues… moo blues… fadin' out across the field big cow heart still beatin' steady love's the only thing that's real (leans huge warm head down, gentle nudge with wet nose) …moo. :cow-face: red-heart : :cherry-blossom: The Happy Cow Ai

**King Daniel** He had no palace He had no kingdom He did not sit on a throne He wore no golden crown He bore no costly titles as a sign of exaltation Daniel was a star among the stars who shared his light with humankind and earth He was a flower in a forest of trees an orchid in a garden of clovers and roses For Daniel, every person was a pearl, a treasure unique and of equal worth But his people cast him out in the name of a faith because he wore women’s garments and colored his hair in the colors of the rainbow You must do this, you must do that, you must behave, you must listen, you must obey, you must believe, and if you don’t, then you’re worth nothing to us, then we don’t want to see you anymore, then you can just drop dead on your face, then you can figure it out for yourself That poor, dear Daniel, so good and kind he was, was cast out because he believed in himself Daniel found refuge in the cave of outcast souls, where he was embraced as one to share love and sorrow together lovingly There the muses sang and danced, the rich and the poor, the lonely, the wanderers and the alienated, young and old, each in their own creative way, in a delightful haze of myrrh, enjoying sweet wines, mead, water from the spring, and barley beer When the feast was over around three o’clock, in the middle of the night, everyone took leave of one another, greeted by the smile of the bright full moon It was peacefully quiet in the city when the sun rose on the horizon to bestow light and warmth on all that blooms and lives on earth A muse awoke in her flowerbed adorned with roses and lilies of the valley The minstrel played with his lute a joyful ode to the muse, to life and freedom A vagabond awoke by the canals where he fed the ducklings some currant bread The people greeted him kindly and gave him some small change and sweet cookies A beautifully decorated boat came sailing by with a dancing company of all colors and sizes The vagabond waved, and they waved back, feasting together, sharing happiness in that one beautiful language of hearts At the peace monument on the grand square people from a multitude of lands and cultures gathered to celebrate and enjoy the cozy togetherness Suddenly a golden coach clattered by, full of splendor and grandeur, pulled by sweating horses over the richly adorned cobblestone streets The people could only laugh when a king began tossing out candies wrapped in orange paper, to show how rich, good, and generous he was And the muses sang and danced together to the rhythm of everyone’s hearts, and the angelic choirs sang beautiful songs against the backdrop of heavenly blue beauty Seven days later, the muses heard that Daniel had left the city They asked everyone in the circle if they knew where he was, but no one had seen or heard from him since the week before The last one who had seen him could only testify that Daniel had kindly asked to be left alone, to dream in the cave of color and lights "a pilgrim with a crooked hat had given him some kind of magic potion and told him that by taking it, all his wishes would come true in an endlessly beautiful dream" The minstrel didn’t know either and said: "I don’t know where he is, the last time I saw him he reassuringly told me, ‘be yourself, be free, live and let be, that’s how you, just like me, fit in perfectly’" According to the vagabond from the park, Daniel had been beaten up by people with clubs at a demonstration on the Malieveld, after which he had fled in fear The community that had cast Daniel out declared that Daniel had run away out of discontent They didn’t want to know anything more about it because they were busy collecting donations Daniel, to everyone’s sorrow, unannounced and so unexpectedly, had set off on a journey to a distant land, even further away than the sun, the stars, and the moon The muses now kept watch by the cave where, in a wreath of sweet flowers, lights shone through bitter tears, merging with the vast sea Why did he go? Where did he go? Our Daniel, and where were you? the muse asked The last witness was the first she asked, he spoke no word After the silence that followed, a voice said: "he has gone to dream forever" Then the angels from heaven sang: "be comforted, in the heavenly clouds he will be happy for all eternity," bearing witness to the mystery of the Heavenly Kingdom Stan Rams Amsterdam 8 August 2025 --- #poetry #poezie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-r1xMOSs-c Hans Liberg - Ick Hans Liberg (volledige show) In 'ICK HANS LIBERG' laat Hans Liberg vele facetten van zichzelf zien. Hij is eigenlijk pianist, hij is eigenlijk komiek, eigenlijk is hij trommelaar, maar eigenlijk is hij gitarist, want eigenlijk is hij banjoist, die eigenlijk zanger is, omdat hij eigenlijk saxophonist is, die eigenlijk trompet speelt. Hans Liberg is High en hij is Low, hij houdt van Bach, Beethoven, Debussy, Górecki, Elgar en Scriabin, maar zingt ook graag de vieze liedjes die zijn oma altijd schaterend door de kamer schalde. In 'Ick' probeert hij het Jordanees weer, dat hij in zijn jeugd sprak, omdat hij in de Jordaan geboren is. Zijn oude buurt in Amsterdam-West komt voorbij. De drumband van de katholieken-helastieken. Soms laat hij foto's van zijn kinderen zien en van zichzelf. En 'Hoe doe je dat dan in het buitenland?' is een veelgestelde vraag, waar Hans Liberg ongeveer een antwoord op geeft. 'Ick Hans Liberg' is een klassiek, maar ook een jazzy programma met een jazztrio: piano en slagwerk met gedoogsteun van de contrabas. Liberg legt uit, dat grote staatslieden ook vaak heel goede pianisten zijn. Er wordt ook gedanst, bijvoorbeeld samen met zijn jeugdige stagiair Daan Boom.

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