I CAN’T BREATHE
You also locked me out of the fecking car
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I CAN’T BREATHE
You also locked me out of the fecking car
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[guy who has been holding an insane amount of tension in his body for a week straight] bro why do I feel so awful
[Image ID: Tumblr tag reading: #Turns out I am not a suspension bridge and should not be kept under a steady level of stress forever to function /End ID]
Screenshot of tags is from @nerdomancer's post
"Diorissimo"
Acrylique sur panneau 🎨 de René Gruau
👋 Bel après-midi
It looks like it's possible to purchase signed and numbered prints by René Gruau: https://postergroup.com/collections/rene-gruau-signed-numbered-prints (Copied from https://www.fashionmodeldirectory.com/designers/rene-gruau/) : Count Renato Zavagli Ricciardelli delle Caminate was born in Rimini, Italy, on February 4th, 1909. His father was an Italian nobleman, and his mother was French. He used the name Rene Gruau for his sketches.
While still a teenager, in 1923, Gruau made fashion sketches which were accepted by German, French and Italian magazines.
He moved to Paris with his mother in 1924, and designed to become a fashion designer. He started by drawing fashionable women. His bold, rhythmic, colourful drawings of modish women are still relevant today. Between 1935 and 1946, he illustrated the couture clothing of many designers, including Pierre Balmain in 1946 in magazines such as Marie Claire, Femina, L'Officiel and Le Magazine de Figaro.
In 1940, he settled in Lyon, working as a fashion designer for the magazine Marie Claire. In 1946, he started a collaboration with the magazine International Textiles, which lasted till 1984, designing cover pages.
In 1947, Gruau met Christian Dior, and assumed artistic direction for perfume advertising. From then on, he illustrated the advertisements for Dior perfumes. From 1948 to 1950, he lived in the United States, initially working as a fashion illustrator for Vogue and Harper's Bazaar and later exclusively for Flair, the celebrated fashion, art and society magazine published by Fleur Cowles.
From 1948 to 1950, Gruau designed costumes for stage productions, including posters for the Moulin Rouge. His work elevated the art of fashion illustration to a belle époque and he became the favoured artist of the haute couture world.
During the 60's and 70's, he worked primarily in advertising. In the 80's and 90's, Gruau has contributed to magazines and acted as an artistic consultant to major fashion houses such as Dior and Givenchy.
In 1982, the first exhibition of his work at the Bartsch and Chariau gallery in Munich, marked the beginning of a Gruau renaissance, with major solo retrospective exhibitions following in Paris, Rome, New York and Tokyo.
His design career successfully spanned six decades. His style ranged from open-faced friendly women, who look as if they enjoy wearing fashionable clothes, to elegant seductive creatures who wear their garments with an air of mystery. He was truly, an icon of the fashion world.
Rene Gruau died on 31st March 2004, in Paris, at the age of 95.
Yeah….
There was a whole study on this, and it’s actually working! Now we just have to get something going for the grandparents demographic, so they can benefit from wholesome pranks too.
[Image description of original poster's post: "Spider-Man's Presentation" meme edited to say "Rickrolling is educational because it is teaching kids not to click on sus links" /End ID] Fun fact: this meme originated in 2019 when a British secondary school posted "We had a very special guest today for the Sixth Form assembly!" on Twitter with the photo of Spider-Man on the stage in front of a blank screen. And h/t to @darsynia's reblog of the ultimate rickroll.
....you mean Apollo 11, right? in 1969? That time that Neil Armstrong actually said that thing?
Audio and video of Neil's quote Audio of Reid raising an IT issue Image description: Both images show photos of Earth from outer space. The top one is labelled as Apollo 17, 1973 and the quote beside the Earth photo is "One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" -Neil Armstrong. The bottom one is labelled as Artemis II, 2026 and the quote beside the Earth photo is "We have two Microsoft Outlooks and neither one is working." -Reid Wiseman
I've been he/it
I Now Pronouns You Dead
and wife
Original source: link h/t to @notanandalitebandit's image description of the tweet from the original post: [id: tweet by Ho3K | Daramgar🔜Riptide @Daramgaria: "yea… i'm a she/they… *unshe/theys my katana and slices u in half*" 10:43 AM 19 Aug 21 Twitter for iPhone. /end Id]
One way to get tasks done in the day is to make yourself a Chekhov's List. Put all of the things you have to do on a list, and now that they've been revealed they'll need to be completed by the afternoon (third act) and when you've completed something you can Chekov that task from the list
This is a good point but there's something missing here which I think feeds into the gendered frustration: a lot of times the men who want praise for doing household tasks do not proactively offer it to women who do household tasks.
Both parties can be better in this situation - women can proactively ask for praise for their otherwise thankless labor, and men can make a point of noticing and appreciating that labor out loud. This way, everyone is shifting their perspectives about the work and how it is acknowledged.
The problem is when someone treats their partner's labor as a product of the magical coffee table and then turns around and asks for praise for barely contributing.
This is the fabulous video that @kogiopsis mentioned:
Video transcript:
A man is sitting on a couch, holding a newspaper, with a coffee table in front of him. A woman is standing in the entryway to this living room.
Man: Babe, did you say you were going to make dinner? I couldn't remember.
Woman: What? I just wish you'd take some initiative and cook your own dinner for once. I've been at work too you know, and well now I get to come home and pack the dishwasher and then unpack the dishwasher and cook dinner and put the washing on and you know what I can't continue to live like this because it’s not…interrupted by Man
Man: Hey, hey, relax it's going to be all right.
Woman: How?
Man: Here, I'll just show you.
They’re both standing in the kitchen where there’s a full laundry basket on the counter.
Man: OK I've been doing this since you moved in. See this basket thing? I don't know how it happens - if it's the house or what, but any dirty clothes you put in this basket somehow the next day they're just clean, folded, and in a perfect pile on your bed.
Woman: You're not serious.
Man: I couldn't believe it at first either, but it just keeps happening. That's why I didn't tell you - I didn't want to jinx it.
Woman: You are insane.
Man: Try it - you'll see. Unless it's only chosen me. See I don't know.
Woman: I can't do this.
Man: No, wait, there's other things too.
They’re both in front of the coffee table.
Man: Plates, cutlery, pizza boxes, dirty tissues, anything you leave on this coffee table just vanishes overnight. I mean sometimes I'll see how far I can push this thing, and I'll just leave shit everywhere, and then sure enough the next day it's all gone - just vanished. It's magic.
The man is standing in front of the coffee table between 2 police officers.
Man: No, she wouldn't have left me. This is what I think happened - I heard her get up in the middle of the night to get a drink or something. She must have fallen onto the magic coffee table and just vanished.
Woman Police Officer: Are you insane?
Male Police Officer: No, he's not insane. I've got the same coffee table at home. And h/t to @can-i-make-image-descriptions's image description of the tweet from the original post: [Image ID: Tweet and reply from Ela Bambust, (trans flag emoji) professional… (@/ Elamimaxima) reading: "Men want praise for doing the most basic of household tasks" Hot take but everyone does, but society has taught us that housekeeping is a woman's job and should be thankless. Ideally you both go "babe look I did the kitchen" with "holy shit that's awesome thanks" as a response
"but it's your house too!" And??? Human beings thrive on praise for overcoming struggles even when they're small. /End ID] I believe that the author of this tweet may be @elamimax?
Do you recognize this TV theme song? #412
I know this and can name the series
I know this but can't name the series
I might know this
I've never heard this
i really like this thing where websites will have separate "log in" & "sign up" buttons and if you click "log in" it takes you to a sign-up screen anyway so you have to click "i already have an account" and then it will ask if you want to sign in with your facebook account or with instagram or linkedin or deviantart or whatever, and if you choose "username & password" it asks if you want to put in your username or use your thumbprint, and once you put your username & password it emails you a confirmation code, and once you put in the code it says "do you want to give us your phone number for future sign-ins? do you want to sign up for facial recognition? do you want to give us your bones? give us your fucking bones?
Doing some deep reading into Cherokee history for the project that I'm working on and I am continually amazed how fucking funny old Cherokee leaders were
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Printed text that reads: Drowning Bear's principal influence, however, was in holding his people to the mountains and to the old religion of the mountains. He did not succumb to Christian missionaries, but after listening to one or two chapters of the Bible, remarked, "It seems to be a good book—strange that the white people are not better, after having had it so long." And […]
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Source from the notes:
xvi, 391 pages : 24 cm
"Strangers in high places: the story of the Great Smoky Mountains" was written by Michael Frome. The quote is from page 86. A remembrance of Michael Frome describes him as: "A gifted advocate for national parks and wilderness areas, Frome’s writing spanned both the post-WWII conservation movement and the environmental movement of the latter 20th century. He authored a dozen books, such as "Rediscovering National Parks in the Spirit of John Muir" (2015) and "Strangers in High Places: The Story of the Great Smoky Mountains" (1994). He also received numerous conservation writing awards, including the first Marjory Stoneman Douglas Award.
Frome was a charter member of SEJ [Society of Environmental Journalists], and a journalism teacher at the University of Vermont, the University of Idaho and Western Washington University. He was also a former Washington Post writer, a columnist with Field & Stream and WWII veteran. ... Former Wisconsin Senator Gaylord Nelson once said: 'No writer in America has more persistently and effectively argued for the need of national ethics of environmental stewardship than Michael Frome.'"
time to get a delicious tea drink from my favorite crone, boba yaga
then I will go to an exercise class led by my favorite instructor, baba yoga
how could i ever leave tumblr
All this yoga has left me with no time to make dessert for Shabbos, so I'd better pick something up from my favorite bakery, babka yaga
Lady of shallot. Lady of onion. Lady of garlic. Lady of chives.
its 4am and I have no control over what i draw
She knows not when her end may be, And so she simmers merrily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shallot.
The artist (@skiptomy) does commissions! See their pinned post for info.
[ID: art of four humanizations of the four seasonings listed above. Each of them is wearing a dress colored in the shade of the skin of the flavoring: the shallot has a brown dress, the onion has a purple dress, the garlic has a white dress, and the chives are green. Shallot and onion are holding hands and garlic and chives are holding hands.] (h/t @theatricuddles) I appreciate @phosphorescent-naidheachd's take on the original verse from Tennyson's poem: She knows not what the curse may be; Therefore she weaveth steadily, Therefore no other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. I only really know this stanza: Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,' cried The Lady of Shalott. but it turns out that there's quite a bit more. Here's the full poem: The Lady of Shalott (1832), by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Opal and glass gold-mounted pendant by René Lalique, c. 1900.
It looks like this pendant is currently owned by Wartski. They describe it as, "centred by a pale blue pâte de verre panel with floral motifs, the panel encircled and framed by a yellow gold stem that curls into the centre and bears very finely carved coloured water opal flowers, suspending a drop shaped opal mounted in gold and hung from a curb link chain mounted with two opal batons.
Contained in its original silk and velvet lined leather case, the exterior tooled with trailing mimosas. Paris, circa 1900.
8.8 cm in length". Based on it's price when sold in 2013 (GBP 110,500), it would currently cost about GBP 156,000 (USD $210K). René Lalique was a French jeweler and glass designer. There is a museum dedicated to him (Musée Lalique) in Wingen-sur-Moder, France. I had never heard of Wartski, but turns out that it's a family firm of antique dealers that was founded in 1865 by Morris Wartski, a Polish-Jew immigrant, in Bangor, North Wales. They specialize in works of art by Carl Fabergé, antique jewellery, silver, and objets de vertu. They hold royal appointments as jewelers to the king and queen of the United Kingdom. But the reason I mention Wartski is because their "History of the Firm" page has a delightful photo to accompany this statement: "Wartski thrived under the patronage of King Edward VII and a colourful clientele including the 5th Marquess of Anglesey, also known as the ‘Dancing Marquess,’ who was famous for playing tennis wearing large emerald dress studs." Here is Henry Paget, 5th Marquis of Anglesey:
Some fun facts from his Wikipedia page: - Nicknamed "Toppy" - Dubbed "the dancing marquess" for his Butterfly Dancing...where a voluminous robe of transparent white silk would be waved like wings - Married his first cousin, Lilian Florence Maud Chetwynd - Renamed the family's country seat, Plas Newydd, as "Anglesey Castle" and converted the chapel there into a 150-seat theatre, named the Gaiety Theatre - His wife disapproved of his lifestyle and obtained a decree nisi of divorce in November 1900; the marriage was later annulled due to nonconsummation, according to Lady Anglesey's grandson by her second marriage, the historian Christopher Simon Sykes - In September 1901, Anglesey attended the London premiere of Arthur Conan Doyle's stage adaptation of Sherlock Holmes...Lord Anglesey's French valet Julian Gault took the opportunity of his employer's absence at the theatre to steal jewellery to the value of £50,000 [today worth about GBP 5 million / USD $7 million]. Distraught at the theft, Anglesey enlisted the help of Conan Doyle to find the stolen jewels. Gault...testified in court that he had been instructed to steal the jewels by a French woman of his acquaintance called Mathilde (who had taken the jewels to France and was never found) - By 1904, despite his inheritance and income, Lord Anglesey had accumulated debts of £544,000 [today worth about GBP 58 million / USD $77 million] and was declared bankrupt - In March 1905, Lord Anglesey died in Monte Carlo following a long illness, with his ex-wife by his side...The Times reported that despite all that was known of him, he remained much liked by the people of Bangor, who were sorry to hear of his death - The title passed to his first cousin Charles Henry Alexander Paget, who destroyed all the papers of the 5th Marquess and converted the Gaiety Theatre back into a chapel - Plas Newydd remained in the possession of the Paget family until 1976, when it was donated to the National Trust. Today, the house and gardens are open to the public, and the house contains an art collection that includes a number of photographs of the 5th Marquess in theatrical costume
ID: the early 2000s windows logo with the names of the four humors edited over the squares: sanguine on red, melancholic on green, choleric on yellow, and phlegmatic on blue. end ID.
Original source for McShirehampton's video (h/t @sweetstench)
Also on the email clean out I was reminded of the time a new kid joined my child’s preschool and he’d never seen a fire truck up close.
“I telled him we had a lever that made a fire truck come RIGHT HERE and fire fighters come talk to us about safety and we went to pull it but Christina sawed us and said ‘ABSOLUTELY NOT’.”
“Do you remember what the firefighters said about safety the previous times someone pulled the lever?”
“Mama they said lots of things. Don’t let fire in you house. If there is fire pull the lever. If there is NO fire… they said… a lot of things. We got stickers.”
“They said not to pull the lever if there’s no fire?”
“…”
“They said it’s important to not pull the lever because they have to protect people who DO have fire?”
“…”
“Buddy?”
“How do you make fire?”