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I didn't realise it was a mystery, but this sad story of Constance Wilde, retrospective diagnosis, and medical malpractice looks like a classic case of 'anything wrong with a woman must be down to something in her reproductive organs'.
Crowdfunding saved Timbuktu’s manuscripts: [T]he woman behind T160K is relaunching it with a bigger team and expanded remit: to find money for other cultural projects in Africa. Stephanie Diakité, a 56-year-old cultural development specialist who helped her friend, the Timbuktu librarian Abdel Kader Haidara, evacuate the manuscripts, wants to revolutionise the funding of culture in Africa by connecting communities, often in different parts of the world.
Go her.
I dunno, but when somebody avers English radicalism needs to recapture the spirit of Blake, I tend to think, 'English radicals, so not his Mastermind special subject', because, while Crazy William had some nifty points to make, I would not put him in charge of anything.
This was the salt mine I visited in the summer as a works jaunt (note that it also operates as an archive store).
Traditional skills at risk of dying out, says craft group: I rather wonder whether there is any demand for some of these crafts.
The importance of making sure you record accurate provenance information: Skeleton of zebra’s extinct cousin is treasured exhibit of Grant Museum of Zoology at University College London: It took a very long time for the museum to realise what a treasure it had; there are many oddities in a collection which only three years ago discovered it had half a dodo in a drawer, filed as a crocodile. In 1911 the quagga was a cheap and quick job: she was mounted with five other large skeletons for a total cost of £14. “To be fair to them, they had no idea they were dealing with such a rarity,” Ashby said. “She came into the collection as a zebra. It’s one of the Grant’s more embarrassing stories, actually. We used to have two zebras, now we have none.” It was only in 1972 that experts took a really close look at the zebras. One turned out to be a donkey, now leaning rather forlornly against the balcony railings and in need of restoration work himself, and the other was revealed as the quagga.
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