Ban Yong
Ban Yong (Chinese: 班勇; Wade–Giles: Pan Yung, died c. 128 CE), courtesy name Yiliao (宜僚), was the youngest son of the famous Chinese General, Ban Chao, and the nephew of the illustrious historian, Ban Gu who compiled the Book of Han, the dynastic history of the Former Han dynasty.
Ban Yong's family
- Ban Shi (班始; ?-130; Ban Xiong's son)
Biography
Ban
Ban may refer to:
Law
People
- Ban Ki-moon, United Nations Secretary-General
Places
Baní
Baní is a capital town of the Peravia Province, Dominican Republic. It is the commercial and manufacturing center in a region producing bananas and coffee.
Overview
The city of Bani is the capital of the Peravia province; its residents also know it as the home of poets. It’s only an hour’s drive west of Santo Domingo. The province’s population is relatively small with 169,865 people, and only 61,864 in the Bani metro area. This is a tightly knit community with families and neighborhoods dating back several centuries.
Bani is a Taino word meaning “abundant water.” The area was named after an important Taino leader of the Maguana people. He was said to be one of Caonabo’s closest allies. But, it wasn’t until 1764 when a group of neighbors concerned with their security and safety came together to purchase a property large enough to build their own village in the valley of Bani. Historians set the sum of this purchase as that of “300 pesos fuertes” for a property called Cerro Gordo; the principals were listed as Francisco Baez and Bartolome del Castillo.
Ōban
An Ōban was a monetary ovoid gold plate, and the largest denomination of Tokugawa coinage. Tokugawa coinage worked according to a triple monetary standard, using gold, silver and bronze coins, each with their own denominations.
The first Oban – Tenshō Ōban (天正大判) – were minted by the Gotō family under the orders of Hideyoshi in 1588.
The Tenshō Ōban was equivalent to ten Ryōs, or ten Koban (小判) plates, with a weight of 165 g.
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Podcasts:
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by Cire
Pen & Ink
by: CireThinking back to what was said... My angel shattered
upon my bed.
Washed away with tears alone, that fragile state that
she's outgrown.
"I'm so confused" she says now once again.
And tries to hold on while it's wearing thin.
She talks about faith but she's so afraid.
Sweating with guilt, that's how she was raised.
(chorus)
Send it down to me.
Oh, all that I can't see.
'Cuz in my world of pen & ink,
it seems I don't know what to think.
"But it's what my father believes, what my mother
believes,
what my preacher believes, so me too...
What my brothers believe, what my sisters believe,
what the world believes so it's true."
Into her pillow now she wheeps...
Awakened from their tale she wants so desperately to
sleep...
A world that makes her feel so small.
She says "What's the purpose of it all?"
(chorus)
Down and down and down now she slips back..
too many years of fears and wishes to retract.
Back to the shelter of good and bad...
she tells me my views are so sad.
(chorus)
Love me and hate you.
Grow me inside you.
Trust me, you need to.
You made me to control you
and I'll change you and I'll waste you
until reality will never even phase you in plain view.
the brainwashed warden of your mind's confinement!