AnasAbdin

if i look back, i am lost
todays bird

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Acquired Stardust

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art blog(derogatory)

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@2toplace
these are my 16 kids, pawn, pawn, pawn, pawn, pawn, pawn, pawn, pawn, rook, knight, bishop, queen, king, bishop, knight, and rook
ugh. just found out my neighbor named all her 16 kids after mine. ok now everyone line up
Is anyone else worried they’ve forgotten how to theatre?
Yes. I did a 9 hour day the other day in one and it wiped me out for the next day. I’m not in theatre shape anymore.
I’m a musician that was used to ridiculously long rehearsal days. I had a four hour practice session last week an was dead on my feet. We’re going to have to go through a whole process of rebuilding stamina
Not strictly theatre but I used to be able to run up and down 3 flights of stairs with ease and take walks around my office building without hurting or breathing heavily. At my local ren faire I could walk the circuit at least twice without getting out of breath, yes even the death hills.
My lower back ached, my thighs hurt, and I was out of breath from the .1 mile walk to the post office.
Might start doing the stairs in my house on breaks so I can be in a semblance of shape by August.
Oh dear. Climbing to the grid is going to be fun. Not even going to think about pulling chain, much less inverts.
Not ready for running large baskets of heavy costumes up and down stairs either.
Or carrying two lekos in each hand while heading to the catwalk.
Pretty sure I can still use a c-wrench though…
Dear lord, I can’t even imagine having to move and hang 2Ks…
Also my programming speed is probably shit.
I couldn’t sleep and scrolled through my timeline on a whim, sitting here in 2023… this hit different.
It’s not over, but things have changed. Some for the better, some not quite.
And for William circa 2020, your speed wasn’t absolute shit and you got to trash the 2Ks.
I had to paint them…
i keep thinking all the mars rovers are the size of a medium dog but i am wrong every single time
when something cool happens but you cant say anything to anyone so youre just
What happened?
Im glad that this has reached many people who have signed NDAs
is he…… you know….. [imitates crab claws]……. from Maryland?
I don’t remember if this was in the book or if I heard her tell a story in an interview, but I learned somewhere years ago that when Allison Bechdel sent her mother a draft copy of Are You My Mother? (Bechdel’s frankly very exposing graphic memoir about her relationship with her mother), asking for, I don’t know? Feedback? Permission? Absolution? her mother’s whole and entire response was “It coheres.” Two words and a period. And it’s absolutely true about that book and the most impressive thing about it, actually. The book collages an enormous amount of time and space and thought into a coherent piece of art. It could so easily have failed to do so, but it succeeded. I think about this all the time both because of the efficiency of Bechdel’s mother’s commentary and the myriad conclusions I find myself itching to leap to about her personality based on that single anecdote, but also because it got my thinking about coherence as an artistic value. As perhaps the final artistic value. So, you had something to say. Did you say it?
If I remember correctly it was an email, too, without a greeting or salutation, which is so white christian northeasterner it makes me want to scream. Not the point.
Like. Ms Helen Bechdel did not choose to share whether she considered her daughter’s work truthful, or necessary, or kind. She did not corroborate or contradict Allison Bechdel’s story about her. She only acknowledged that the story cohered. Which like, point one, master stroke, because it means she’s interacting with the work as a reader rather than as a character, but point two, maybe a story doesn’t actually have to be truthful or necessary or kind. Maybe that isn’t what storytelling is. Maybe a story just has to cohere. Certainly someone being told a story from the outside doesn’t have the tools to know if a story was honest. When you’re told a story you only know if it coheres. How much of what we think of as honesty and courage in storytelling is really just coherence. I’ve been a little crazy about this anecdote since I was roughly fifteen.
I don’t remember if this was in the book or if I heard her tell a story in an interview, but I learned somewhere years ago that when Allison Bechdel sent her mother a draft copy of Are You My Mother? (Bechdel’s frankly very exposing graphic memoir about her relationship with her mother), asking for, I don’t know? Feedback? Permission? Absolution? her mother’s whole and entire response was “It coheres.” Two words and a period. And it’s absolutely true about that book and the most impressive thing about it, actually. The book collages an enormous amount of time and space and thought into a coherent piece of art. It could so easily have failed to do so, but it succeeded. I think about this all the time both because of the efficiency of Bechdel’s mother’s commentary and the myriad conclusions I find myself itching to leap to about her personality based on that single anecdote, but also because it got my thinking about coherence as an artistic value. As perhaps the final artistic value. So, you had something to say. Did you say it?
If I remember correctly it was an email, too, without a greeting or salutation, which is so white christian northeasterner it makes me want to scream. Not the point.
Like. Ms Helen Bechdel did not choose to share whether she considered her daughter’s work truthful, or necessary, or kind. She did not corroborate or contradict Allison Bechdel’s story about her. She only acknowledged that the story cohered. Which like, point one, master stroke, because it means she’s interacting with the work as a reader rather than as a character, but point two, maybe a story doesn’t actually have to be truthful or necessary or kind. Maybe that isn’t what storytelling is. Maybe a story just has to cohere. Certainly someone being told a story from the outside doesn’t have the tools to know if a story was honest. When you’re told a story you only know if it coheres. How much of what we think of as honesty and courage in storytelling is really just coherence. I’ve been a little crazy about this anecdote since I was roughly fifteen.
[id: a screenshot of a tweet by 😷 hugo reinert @metaleptic. tweet reads "new office neighbor has a very sensible office door policy," followed by a photograph of a printed sign taped to a door. sign reads:
Dear visitor:
In order to protect my concentration and sanity I have decided to implement a door policy:
Door open: very welcome to knock and come in, yes I would love to have a chat!
Door closed: Please do not knock at my door or come in unless you have urgent business.* I am extremely easily distracted and I will talk to you until the end of time instead of writing my dissertation.
Never: come in without knocking.
*List of things that are urgent business:
- the building or someone is on fire
- you're bringing me coffee
- revolution
- there is a dog
end id]
painting a raccoon under a red light
listen this isn’t rat related but I’m going off the walls right now this is literally so fucking funny
orange bear puppet: i think tutter’s looking a little tired, don’t you?
tutter (mouse puppet): [panting and screaming]
Babies are socially accepted parasites.
When u read Ayn Rand 1 time
They’re not a parasite, they’re a potential investment
When you read Ayn Rand a dozen times
Via @korvys (Twitter)
I’m glad humans evolved to Boop the Snoot for Good Luck.
glowing as though holy
Statue of True Grit, the dog who became UMBC’s mascot. Rubbing his nose is supposed to bring luck on exams.
A nonhuman character in heavy makeup: *is very long*
Me: is that you, Doug
The credits: Freaky Creature played by Doug Jones
Me: YEAHHHH
A nonhuman character in heavy makeup: *does that elegant hand movement that Doug always seems to do*
Me: DOUG!!!
How dare anyone over look:
Where it started
DOUG WAS MAC TONIGHT??
Doug Jones singing the full version of Mac Tonight (and also doing the thing with his hands):
Doug Jones is the true MVP
Rural Boys Watch The Apocalypse (rough draft) by Keaton St. James