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Good day, weary travelers! Today I’ve decided to drop an interesting bit of trivia, for those who may not yet know it.

Thomas Edison – you know, the lightbulb guy – made this thing a long while back called the phonograph. I won’t go into the mechanics of how it works, but the phonograph was essentially the predecessor to the record player. Nowadays, we have these newfangled music devices and it’s all… well it’s just tops.


What many may not know is that when Edison invented this archaic device of sound emission, he had it in mind as a recording device for higher purposes; Dictation, education, business, things of that sort. He believed that his invention would only be cheapened if used for the purpose of playing music. He eventually conceded, of course, leading over the next century to the extrapolation of other mediums for the purpose of musical recording.

Isn’t that neat? Bet most people didn’t know that. We learned something new today. Well done.


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One sole man, face creased with age and sorrow, stands across a fjord, and ponders upon Fate’s cruel sense of humor.

Long Horned European Wild Ox (aurochs)

Long Horned European Wild Ox (aurochs) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

He has felt the frigid salt-kissed breeze through his bones for many decades, yet today is the coldest he has ever been.

Often the sounds of wild aurochs would give him comfort and remind him of home, but not today, for he has no place to lay his head now.

This man, while knowing the Gods are still with him, wonders what he has done to anger them so.

He casts the symbols of his ancestors that vigilantly rest in a bag upon a stone flattened by the elements. Never has the world seen a more somber expression upon the visage of a mortal, and with the ritual complete he sets upon a journey no man should undertake.

To see what he understands is to walk by his side, to feel his pain, and to know true despondency.