Dior, 1998

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Dior, 1998
Changing my belief system from "this is the hill I'll die on" to "this is the hill I'll kill you on" has done absolute wonders for me 10/10 do recommend
"you really gonna die on that hill?"
"someone is."
Sergei Chudanov (Russian b.1987), The Sweetness of Doing Nothing, 2022, Oil on canvas
This Dan Piraro comic always makes me cry.
When I lived in London there was a murder of crows that lived near me. I fed them often, they brought me presents (shiny rubbish and cigarette butts they found on the floor to thank me.)
When I moved, I’m certain they understood I was leaving because I had all my stuff and gave them lots of food and compliments.
But, they chased down my friend who lived in the next burrough over. They had recognised that friend with me several times and followed them to their house when they couldn’t find me.
They adopted my friend and it was now my friend’s job to bring them snacks and receive the presents.
This was maybe 6-7 years ago.
I visited London last year. Went to see my friend. The crows all not only recognised me, they tracked me down. We got into my friend’s flat and not twenty minutes later there was chaos on the balcony.
We open the curtains, the entire fucking murder is there shouting because they wanted to see me.
Crows are the very best birds.
HOW IS MY SISTER STRAIGHT UP CARRYING A GUZHENG?????
SIS IS FUCKING BUFF
Micrographic Design in the Shape of a Labyrinth, early 17th century. Pen and ink. Anonymous French or Flemish. Via Metmuseum
Know that we have met before and that we will meet again. - Mia Hollow (insp)
I watched an insane amount of TikTok and other short form videos for the story I'm writing right now. I gotta say, afterwards, I found myself picking up my phone and opening the apps, almost unconsciously. I was walking and I thought about watching some vids at the same time. I was on hold to the ATO... maybe some videos.
I also happen to specialise in gambling addiction (although I'm not practicing in that area right now), and all I could fucking think about was how these fucking apps were conditioning me in the same fucking way gambling apps do. To be constantly plugged in, consuming. To not even think about just picking it up and having a look. To feel bored when I wasn't watching them, to think about watching them when I wasn't watching them....
That shit is fucking evil.
I deleted it. I'm not exposing myself to that.
That shit will fry your dopamine/reward system so fucking bad you will never read a book or watching a movie again without it.
Love yourself and your potential enough to put that fucking shit away. Watch longer form things that require focus and engagement. Listen to podcasts and audiobooks. Read books. DO ANYTHING BUT CONSUME SHORT FORM CONTENT IN AN UNSTRUCTURED WAY.
If you MUST consume it (I'm sure people will be like 'but my classmates' or 'but my own channel'.... etc), do it in a siloed and structured way. 30 minutes between x time and x time on x day. Focus on it. Don't eat and do it. Watch each short form video to completion. Engage critically with the content. ANd never watch them first thing in the morning or last thing at night.
PLEASE. From a gambling professional, short form videos ping your SAME circuitry and you will fuck up your life and your brain so badly if you don't put up guardrails for yourself.
Emily Simmons - Curiosity at the Fountain, 2026 - Aquarelle, watercolour on canvas
Henry Ashton as Daeron Targaryen -> A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms 1.04 (Part 1)
I further break from the theme(s) of my blog by providing
A Defense of Gilbert Markham
It seems oddly common for people to say about Tenant of Wildfell Hall that while Gilbert might SEEM like a great guy worthy of Helen, ACTUALLY if you pay attention he's really a crappy person.
The thing is that Gilbert is the one who told us that. You don't need to pay attention- he informs us every time he says or even thinks something problematic and even explains exactly what negative trait made him be that way and what was so harmful about it. This isn't subtext, it's plain, blatant, explicit text.
Now, that doesn't mean that Gilbert is a saint. He does, in fact, hit Lawrence over the head with a stick and knock him off his horse, objectively an awful thing to do. I think it does mitigate things somewhat that Lawrence handled literally everything about his interactions with Gilbert horrendously and in the specific head-whacking incident refused to allow Gilbert to deescalate and ride away, but that doesn't actually justify violence, just explain why Gilbert reached that point. But we see Gilbert's whole process as he does it, realizes what he did, refuses to repent of it, changes his mind and tries to help, later apologizes... the whole book is an exercise in seeing a hot-headed young man grow up, and even by the end he hasn't entirely, but he's been learning.
The thing about Tenant is that it is basically the chronicle of a pampered (though pampered from the perspective of human relationships and NOT hard work, which is important) and clueless young man maturing, written with fifteen years or so of hindsight. (We will for these purposes ignore the exact framing device because it makes zero sense.) Anne Bronte is putting us inside the mind of a man who isn't a bad person but hasn't had much of an opportunity to become a good one either; ironically, we see echoes of their first extended conversation at his house in his own situation, in that (as he had advocated for) he DOES learn from his own experiences how to become a better person but in doing so hurts others enough so as to demonstrate that ideally, one should be taught to be better in the first place rather than gain it through trial and error.
But Gilbert has good bones, because he wants to learn and he wants to better himself. He also has, somehow, whether because of Helen's influence or not, managed to overcome his mother's terrible teaching-by-doing as far as spoiling the son at the expense of the daughter, and that being a model for a wife's treatment by her husband. She is disbelieving when her son says he wants to treat his wife well! That he has managed to figure out on his own, and it's that very ability to not just learn to be better but WANT to learn to keep improving himself to be the best he can be for those he loves that shows his value.
A significant part of the book's message is an examination of what men can do to women and what men, therefore, owe women. It is not anti-man or anti-marriage; Bronte, in telling this story, acknowledges that loving marriage is a good thing AND it gives men a power over women that they can, and must, use responsibly. If she didn't think that this was both true and possible, not only would Helen never have married Gilbert, but Hattersley would not have been able to redeem himself. To Bronte, the most important character trait a person can have is to be able to learn and change, with the best way being to be willing to learn and be better BEFORE being faced with the situation that forces you to learn from mistakes.
Gilbert makes a lot of mistakes throughout the book, pretty much from beginning to end, of various magnitudes. But the main thing we get from him is that he is open to growth. Despite his mother's pampering, when challenged by someone whose respect he wants (and who demands that respect from him, which Eliza, for example, never quite does), he rises to the challenge and is open to changing his views and bucking society's toxic norms. Even more than that, he respects her, not just as a woman but as a person. His pride is sometimes an obstacle, but especially by the end of the book he holds onto his pride not because he needs something OVER her but because he needs something to MATCH her.
If there is a subtext that needs to be read into Tenant, it's not "actually Gilbert sucks," it's "beneath all of Gilbert's retroactive self-mockery, what were the things about him that led Helen to love him and to see him as the kind of man who she has realized could make her happy?" And when you peel back those layers of self-assessment and self-analysis, all of which comes of course with an idealization of Helen to contrast it against, it becomes much clearer. Gilbert truly loves her, loves her son, is open to learn and grow and self-assess his behavior to improve. It's that very trait that leads to his own chronicle of the events setting off his more negative traits in such high relief.
This is why, incidentally, I can't STAND the 1996 adaptation. Setting aside how it takes a book with real moments of both comedy and insight and flattens it into misery porn, the ending is a slap in the face. The book is great as a portrait of Gilbert's growth, and while Toby Stephens is great casting for that book character he's given little to do to show it (and thus little to make Gilbert interesting or anything more than Not-Huntingdon), and instead we know everything about Helen from the start. The show is portrayed as HER journey, thus not only defanging the book's depiction of an ordinary young man's growth to become better and thus removing half the plot but also, ironically, casting Gilbert as someone who Helen needs to grow and heal enough to be able to love and accept by reversing the marriage bait-and-switch at the end. They cast the show as being about a woman's healing from a toxic marriage through the love of a better man, which is fine for what it is, but it's not Tenant! Helen has already healed, more or less, if by healed one means acquiring the understanding of the world that will structure the rest of her life. By the end of the diary that Gilbert has read, written before she ever meets him, she understands what she previously missed and what she needs now. Throughout the book she is consistent and Gilbert is the one who needs to grow and develop and meet her where she is, and its this ability to do so in him that proves to her that he can, if imperfect, meet the standards that she requires. By flipping this around and having Helen be the one worried that Gilbert is married, the story feels cheapened because the rest of the story doesn't at all bear it out and Gilbert isn't interesting enough on the screen to sustain it. I guess they saw themselves as flipping it to be "the book from Helen's side" but they'd have really needed to commit to it and they didn't bother.
The thing is that there can never really be a great faithful adaptation of Tenant- not because it is unadaptable, but because a really faithful adaptation, which would actually fit in very well in a time in which we talk so much about masculinity and what it means to be a man, wouldn't really fit the period drama mold, which is exactly what led to the issues with the 1996 adaptation. It's meant to be a female POV main character with the man who will love her if she will let him, not (especially by the end of Tenant) the opposite. Jane Eyre, of course, doesn't just fit the period drama mold but helped create it, and if Tenant in many ways feels like Anne Bronte repudiating the kind of story that made her sisters famous, then it's not surprising that an adaptation of the book would need to repudiate the conventional period drama structure.
The unabridged/uncensored version of The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (because it isn't on Project Gutenberg)
PDF text:
Librivox audiobook:
LibriVox recording of The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (Original 1848 Edition) by Anne Brontë. Read in English by ExpatriateWhen Helen Graham mov
My breakdown of the differences between the censored and uncensored editions, chapter by chapter:
Part 1 (chapters 1-27) Part 2 (chapters 28-38) Part 3 (chapters 39-53)
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1996)
The worst types of cookbook:
The Ottolenghi - it is vital that you use 1g of this very expensive ingredient. It comes from a 500g bag with a one-week shelf life.
The time machine - 15-minute recipe! First, leave to marinate overnight...
The dishwasher - one-pot recipe! Now decant your ingredients and wipe out your pot. And again. And again. And again.
The optimist - cook the onions until caramelised (2 minutes).
The kindergarten teacher - get one nommable little tree of broccoli and bosh that into boiling water. Delish!
The brand names only - ingredients: Ritz crackers, Philadelphia cheese, Cool Whip, orange Jell-o...
The 1950s palate - use one (1) clove of garlic and a small pinch of chili flakes (omit if preferred).
The why bother with a cookbook - to make beans on toast, gently heat a tin of beans and put on top of freshly buttered toast.
by Aliriza CAKIR
hey you. teenage girl writing in her diary. quit talking about the boy you have a crush on and start writing about the current political situation, the valuation of currencies, and the level of technology your people hold. your diary might be the only piece of evidence our society existed after nuclear war fries all of our data backups. future historians don't need to know about damian, they need at least a secondhand accounts of the great water wars and whether or not your leaders truly did worship a deity called "the free hand of the market"
Keep writing about your crush Teenaged Girl. About your clothes, and how that other girl wore the same dress as you. Paint me a picture of what you were like.
Historians are going to hear about Damian and they're gonna LIKE IT
Make those future Historians reverse engineer the socioeconomic hierarchies of the 21st century from dreamy descriptions of Damian's current fashions. It's giving them enrichment.
Talk about the things you want to talk about. You never know what mysteries your diary might solve in future generations bc you are the only person who talks about something that other people thought was too obvious to talk about, like whatever that third condiment dish that used to be on the table with salt and pepper was for.
It was mustard. There's actually a decent number of advertisements and household guides and so forth that give details.
As a professional historian who just spent my morning reading through people's diaries, I'd love to learn about Damian, actually. Tell me all about how much you hate the teachers in X class and what's happening on your social media feed and all that daily life shit. If your writing is going to be the last record of a lost society, let it be real and let it be human.