# Tagged for a stupid facebook meme — Oct 25, 2019
Will not tag anyone to end the Karma chain.
No particular order, except the order in which I thought of them
1) Jack Vance Planet of Adventure series
Thrilling adventures on alien planet. And The Dying Earth https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dying_Earth books.
2) Comic books. Various How to Draw instructionals.
Obvious to anyone who might know me. At first there was only me.
3) Selling Water by the River Jiyu Kennet
Idling in the aisles of the Library on Queens Ave downtown looking for curious and unusual reads.
The Buddhist book which planted a seed in fertile soil.
4) Mind of Clover Robert Aitken
It was far too easy to adopt the five precepts when they were so clearly outlined here, well before any actual practice took hold.
5) Impro Keith Johnstone
The bible, not said just by me. Once again, wandering and stumbling on Second City leftovers. Really, the first instructions I had ever had in creative freedom.
6) Harry Potter series
Yes, we were all there, all four of us, my family on the midnight of the releases. And we bought four because not one of us would stand waiting for someone else to finish the book.
7) The Horses Mouth Joyce Carey
Handed down a volume by my elder cousin with a few passages underlined.
A madman, not really so much a madman, paints until he drops dead. Screw the critics.
And the movie. And Alec Guinness.
And branches: Yes to Moby Dick. And Kate Bush.
It is only clear at the end that Jimson has suffered a paralysing stroke, and can no longer paint. As he is being taken to hospital, a nun who is nursing him remarks that he should be praying instead of laughing, “Same thing, Mother,” replies Jimson, his last words.
I was futzing about again with marks becoming an image. Over a few days the scribbles turned into this.
Today the article below showed up in a news feed.
Basically, all the dithering and moaning and whining about costs and delays have brought us to the precipice. Moderation won’t be the path to fixing things anymore.
Micheal Rogers, (not surprisingly, not a relation) wise moderator of the FamilyTreeDNa project Rogers/Rodgers comments on this rare entire lack of DNA matches.
… it’s apparent that your own ancestral path branches off below R-L23, a very ancient R1b branch just below M269. Your L23 branch is ancestral to major West European branches R1b-P312, and R1b-U106 which comprise the majority of West European R1b. Again, at just 5 descendant SNPs below R-L23 you are a direct and close descendant of the Yamna Culture from whom all R1b haplogroup members descend. Your BY94518 clade is quite ancient, and likely places your direct line within the Proto-Bell Beaker, or Bell Beaker period, which may explain why your YSTR markers are so different than others of your direct clade. There may be as much as 5,000 years between you and your current clade siblings, so plenty of time for YSTR markers to mutate to the point that without YSNP testing, it would be impossible to place their bearers within the same deep clade, or even general haplogroup.
Thank you Micheal. In retrospect, I suspect the family story of “being in Italy forever” is more true than I could have realized. Keep in mind, also the very old Prothrombin mutation, and this makes a lot of sense.
Here, a friendly little man walks through the thousands of years of this DNA. Scaled Innovation at Tracking Back has created this amazing little tool tracking the path of a DNA population. It places my Y DNA ancestors pretty squarely in ancient Greece, Anatolia, the Balkans…
And it ends, bloody hell, about 3,000 years ago.
The thing which twigged this genetic geneological historical research was discovering I held an ancient late Ice Age mutation. Discovering The Families of Savigno answered so many questions in one swell foop. The story handed down was that we had been in Italy forever.
This wasn’t completely true. How does one measure forever? That freely offered source stepped me back from family lore to 1700 for certain. But before?
Standard atDNA testing showed generally a broadly European genetic ancestry: Normans, Germanic, Danes, Franks, Southern European, Anatolian, Iberian. The dog’s breakfast of white Europeans. Breaking out the mtDNA and the the Y showed also just R1b shades on the Y to the Mediterranean, Southern and Eastern Europe, and J1c8 basically from Arabia to the north.
The mutation is heterozygous to the Y, so it is handed down directly from father to son, from like forever. I understand that women can also carry this, but i just don’t understand the genetics to know how. Yeah, I busted out and bought FTdna’s big Y. The results were mystifying, but things shook out. FtDna’s various levels offer matches to other testers, basically so you can find cousins and such. These are my results:
The column on the right is matches.
Twitter it seems has cracked down on ‘bots’ posting to feeds. This seems to be excluding, as far as this affects me, IFTTT autoposting images from Londontlife.wordpress.com to @londontlife.
Even WordPress’ autopost mechanism fails to post the image. Driving clicks to the blog has been interesting, but just ain’t the point of this. This is frustrating because the nature of Londontlife blog and twitter is to post image cartoons. This is what the followers want, not to have to click-thru something, or to click-thru to something. Immediacy is broken.
I have been banned from posting to r/londonontario because my first naive noob oldfart post was a link post announcing a blog and twitter feed that might be of interest to the silo. Banned for posting promotional links to a blog. D’oh.
Yes, distribution and awareness is what I’m after. No point to making these cartoons otherwise.
So I’m setting up a Mailchimp thing, and have set up also a Tumblr for LondOntLife.
LondOntLife.wordpress.com is open to contributions. It is intended as a voice for locally themed editorial style cartoons or comics.
We want to reach you on the platform you prefer.
Ancestry has done an update. Information in databases grows.
My Italian has dropped from 21 to 14 to 4%. Interesting. And I’m not going to go on all alarmed and screeching on Facebook about how they got my ethnicity wrong.
The earliest record for my family in Monteleone di Puglia is from the Napoleonic census, placing my earliest known male ancestor Stephano Ruggiero as born in 1720. Many persons also did not have formal last, or Family names either. Names were assigned. Ruggiero is a fadingly common name in the south of Italy. Ruggiero’s in neighbouring villages aren’t necessarily related to each other, familially , or even genetically.
My families traditional house is on the Borgo Nuovo. That means New Road. The village is medieval on the top of a hill dominantly in the middle of the ankle between Naples and the spur. The view is incredible. I sometimes think they chose the south-east side because they might have been looking home.
That Monteleone was once a fortress town or church is really un-assailable. Of course The Norman’s had a hold here. What does “new road” mean to a village a thousand years old? Were Ruggiero’s there? In a building and a handkerchief of a farm outside the town wall? When? There is easily 700 years we can know nothing about.
Ancestry’s ethnicity guesses seem to go no further back than about 1700. I’m only 4%? How many centuries does it take to be Italian? Whatever that means they are saying my DNA is not Italian. And that seems very true.
And no I am not daydreaming off some field. Seriously, some thumb pain.
Maybe an RSI, maybe Gamer’s Thumb. Maybe arthritis? Trying some methods for drawing without holding the iPad.