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New York City ballet production of Midsummer Nights Dream
The fact this isn't a painting is a testament to one of the greatest feats of set design and production I've ever seen.
My god just look at this! The lighting, set design, photography... I've just never seen anything like it.
This is from 1966 and you can see over a hundred photos on the NYPL digital collections website. It is absolutely gorgeous. These are just a few of my favourites.
Plus Puck's face here:
less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ą° )
ITS MARCH YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
cinema girls + reading
10 things i hate about you (1999) sister act 2 (1994) coming to america (1988) mermaids (1990) suicide squad (2016) 50 first dates (2004) the pursuit of happiness (2021) things heard and seen (2021) mars attacks! (1996) maline (1991) inglourious basterds (2009) the mummy (1999) the unbelievable truth (1989) projection privee (1973) breakfast at tiffany's (1961) love story (1970) a love song for bobby long (2004) le magnifique (1973) matilda (1996) the libertine (1968) hidden figures (2016) pride and prejudice (2005) rear window (1954) le fate (1966) l'amour en fuite (1979) north by northwest (1959) leave her to heaven (1945) celine and julie go boating (1974) rosemary's baby (1968) mojave moon (1996)
Sòti nan gran lanmou (From Such Great Love)
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Archival inkjet print, 2023
Source
Video of Tama
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The picture in the background of the second one
Tama is boss
THE TRAINS HAVE CARTOON TAMAS ON THEM
Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away⦠An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the catās funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]
For those who havenāt read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. Sheās now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.
Beautiful.
Now Iām crying thanks
and a new cat was hired right?
yep! her name is Nitama (essentially āsecond tamaā or ātama IIā) and she served under Tama as an apprentice before being appointed her deputy
she works very hard
Everytime this crosses my dash, I reblog. It is the law.
Iām crying at 11pm over train cats
Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016).Ā There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.
^Nitama majestic, and below with Yontama
Yontama.
a legacy
okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because itās a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back
āSun-tama-tamaā (a pun off of āSantamaā, lit. āthird Tamaā) was a calico cat sent for training in Okayama. Sun-tama-tama was considered as a candidate for Tamaās successor, but the Okayama Public Relations representative who had been caring for Sun-tama-tama refused to give the cat up writing, āI will not let go of this child, she will stay in Okayama.ā [25]
As of September 2018, Sun-tama-tama is working as the stationmaster in Naka-ku, Okayama and appears occasionally on Tamaās Twitter account.
Every time I see this post thereās new info and it gets better
You are only allowed to scroll pass this after you pay tribute to the great Tama Station masters.
The shrine of Tama DaimyÅjin (Great gracious deity Tama), next to the Kishi station where she worked.
Nitama presenting her yearly offerings to Tama DaimyÅjin on the anniversary of Tamaās Death, June 23 (The offerings are presented by the company president, as Nitama is a cat and thus canāt hold the offerings herself) (Not pictured, but also present, Yontama)
you cannot pass without reblogging guys. iām sorry, i donāt make the rules.
You canāt not reblog a goddess. Itās just whatās so. :)
So, fun fact- the manga Noragami has an arc where the main character, Yato (a minor kami/God that is down on his luck but trying to make it big time) goes to a council/conference for all the Gods in Japan.
And they are announcing the winner of the āup and coming godā award, and of course, Yato thinks itās him.
But no-
ITS TAMA!
Just to update⦠yes, there is a Gotama (āFifth Tamaā) now, introduced in January of this year.
Wakayama Electric Railwayās tradition of feline stationmasters has a new face: Gotama, who joined the team as stationmaster in January 2025.
Nitama and Yontama are still alive and still working. Gotama is Nitamaās second assistant.
Also, thereās not enough pictures of Sun-Tama-Tama in this thread, so have this one:
Sadly, Nitama died last December, so today Yontama stepped up as full stationmaster. Rokutama (āSixth Tamaā) was also introduced as a new trainee.
The Kishigawa Line drew attention after it named cat Tama its first feline stationmaster in 2007. Read more at straitstimes.com. Read more a
Another Tama has hit the railways!!
Source
Video of Tama
Follow Ultrafacts for more facts
The picture in the background of the second one
Tama is boss
THE TRAINS HAVE CARTOON TAMAS ON THEM
Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away⦠An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the catās funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]
For those who havenāt read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. Sheās now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.
Beautiful.
Now Iām crying thanks
and a new cat was hired right?
yep! her name is Nitama (essentially āsecond tamaā or ātama IIā) and she served under Tama as an apprentice before being appointed her deputy
she works very hard
Everytime this crosses my dash, I reblog. It is the law.
Iām crying at 11pm over train cats
Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016).Ā There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.
^Nitama majestic, and below with Yontama
Yontama.
a legacy
okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because itās a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back
āSun-tama-tamaā (a pun off of āSantamaā, lit. āthird Tamaā) was a calico cat sent for training in Okayama. Sun-tama-tama was considered as a candidate for Tamaās successor, but the Okayama Public Relations representative who had been caring for Sun-tama-tama refused to give the cat up writing, āI will not let go of this child, she will stay in Okayama.ā [25]
As of September 2018, Sun-tama-tama is working as the stationmaster in Naka-ku, Okayama and appears occasionally on Tamaās Twitter account.
Every time I see this post thereās new info and it gets better
You are only allowed to scroll pass this after you pay tribute to the great Tama Station masters.
The shrine of Tama DaimyÅjin (Great gracious deity Tama), next to the Kishi station where she worked.
Nitama presenting her yearly offerings to Tama DaimyÅjin on the anniversary of Tamaās Death, June 23 (The offerings are presented by the company president, as Nitama is a cat and thus canāt hold the offerings herself) (Not pictured, but also present, Yontama)
you cannot pass without reblogging guys. iām sorry, i donāt make the rules.
You canāt not reblog a goddess. Itās just whatās so. :)
So, fun fact- the manga Noragami has an arc where the main character, Yato (a minor kami/God that is down on his luck but trying to make it big time) goes to a council/conference for all the Gods in Japan.
And they are announcing the winner of the āup and coming godā award, and of course, Yato thinks itās him.
But no-
ITS TAMA!
Just to update⦠yes, there is a Gotama (āFifth Tamaā) now, introduced in January of this year.
Wakayama Electric Railwayās tradition of feline stationmasters has a new face: Gotama, who joined the team as stationmaster in January 2025.
Nitama and Yontama are still alive and still working. Gotama is Nitamaās second assistant.
Also, thereās not enough pictures of Sun-Tama-Tama in this thread, so have this one:
Sadly, Nitama died last December, so today Yontama stepped up as full stationmaster. Rokutama (āSixth Tamaā) was also introduced as a new trainee.
The Kishigawa Line drew attention after it named cat Tama its first feline stationmaster in 2007. Read more at straitstimes.com. Read more a
Another Tama has hit the railways!!
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Hello friends, some places are going to get snow that aren't very used to snow. As a result, emergency rooms are probably going to see an increase in heart attacks due to people shoveling snow (we call certain snowfalls widowmakers for a reason!).
If you and your loved ones don't want to experience this, please be sure to gently warm yourselves up (exercise wise, although clothing wise is good to) before shoveling any snow. Learn the signs of a heart attack and listen to your bodies!
A freshly shoveled driveway is nice, but living is even nicer.
This is no joke! My perfectly healthy uncle died at 52 from this. And I had a neighbor who died in his late 30's too. When the body isn't used to strenuous activity in the cold, it creates a temperature differential that can cause a heart attack. Please be careful!
New Englander and biologist here! This is all correct and EXTREMELY important.
The biggest thing to understand here is that this isn't, "Oh, you can die from exercise if you're out of shape!"
This is, "You can die from strenuous exercise in the cold, regardless of your physical fitness."
Your circulatory system is a major, major part of how your body maintains a regular body temperature. When it's really hot out, blood vessels dilate (widen), which thins the walls a bit and makes it easier for heat to escape the blood stream. This is why when you are really hot (it's hot outside, or you just finished a work out at the gym), you get flushed. The red color of your skin is from dilating blood vessels.
In contrast, to conserve heat in the cold, your blood vessels constrict. When they get narrower, the walls are thicker, and heat can't escape as well.
But the problem is that when blood vessels narrow, it increases your blood pressure. A lot. And if you are not in peak cardiovascular shape, this can be a huge risk for your heart if you then do a lot of strenuous exercise, which shoveling absolutely is. When I was going to the gym regularly, it was still tough.
Tips to decrease your chances of dying from shoveling:
Try not to lift snow when you shovel. It's better to push it to the side whenever you can, and if you do have to lift it, that's okay, but don't dramatically toss it over your shoulder. Just kind of lift it off the ground and dump it aside. Keep everything low to the ground.
Bundle up. The warmer you can keep your body using insulation, the less your blood vessels will have to constrict. This is especially important for your core, but also your arms and legs.
Consider compression socks, if you have any, to keep your blood flowing easily in your lower legs.
As mentioned above, do an actual exercise warm-up before you shovel. Again, it's not that shoveling is an Olympic sport, it's that you are about to put a huge strain on your cardiovascular system and you need to prepare.
Take frequently breaks inside. This is probably the most important one, and the one that a lot of people are the worst at. Don't power through to finish it all in one go. Set a loud timer on your phone and take lots and lots of breaks. Take those breaks inside where it's warm. Because again, the issue isn't just the activity, but the temperature.
Finally, and I can't stress this enough: NOT shoveling is not laziness, and if you can avoid doing it while still clearing your walkways, steps, or driveway, you should. This could mean using a snow blower if you can get your hands on one, but it could also mean hiring someone or using a lot of ice melt. Ice melt isn't ideal because it doesn't really clear snow, but it's better than nothing, will help prevent slipping accidents if you use it consistently, it's easy to apply, and you can get pet-safe versions.
Hiring someone isn't a sign of laziness or a privileged attempt to avoid a chore that we all should have to live with. Hire someone with better cardiovascular fitness! Hire someone who owns proper winter gear! Hire someone who is well-practiced in shoveling so they don't overtax themselves! Hire someone who owns a snow blower! Again, I live in New England, so your mileage may vary, but our town's facebook page is littered with high schoolers and their parents leaving phone numbers and neighborhoods and cost estimates. Others are offering it for free for elderly and disabled neighbors. This isn't like hiring a house cleaner or a landscaper.
When it comes to clearing snow, we really do need to do it, since otherwise sidewalks become impassable or dangerously icy. But anyone who complains that, "Oh, people are so LAZY about it!" needs to stop, and everyone needs to remember and understand that clearing snow in the cold is extremely dangerous, and we have to take care of our circulatory system when we do it.
Plot twist: The Manic Pixie Dream Girl turned out to be just a people pleasing trauma internalizing high masking late diagnosed autistic woman.
the paris catacombs are 1000x more fucked up than i imagined
did you know the cops once found a fully functioning movie theater with a well-stocked bar inside the catacombs and they when they tried to go back later to formally investigate it was completely emptied out save for a note that read "don't search for us"
Underground french cinema
my little bro is part of the catacombs community and yeah, it's basically a fully autonomous society! enough that when my bro goes in on a friday night, they don't come out until monday for work- sometimes longer if they took days off.
some of the rooms have fully stocked pantries with cooking equipment, some have movies like the one described above, some have books you're allowed to just take but people always put back- every day people bring things from the outside. artists often set up galleries there. there are rooms with mattresses and hammocks set up for people to sleep. one of the room is just a place where people leave shoes for the fun of it.
this is Known, it's not a secret by any means. the catacombs are as big as paris itself, and people live there just as people live above. it's wonderful when you think about it.
A little update! My little bro is now my little sister. Please don't misgender her :)
āMy emperor is fineā your emperor has commissioned over 8000 life-sized terracotta soldiers and buried them facing east, in the direction of his recently conquered enemies in the hopes that they will protect him in the afterlife.
DELETE THIS IMMEDIATELY
what about blorbhov from my complicated russian novel though
blorbeaux from my nilihist french plays
blorbón from my weird latin american magical realist novels
blorbug from my kafkaesque short stories
von blorbow from my german sturm und drang novel
Don Blorbo from my opera
bÅórbżo from my polish poetry
blorbocles from my ancient greek epics
Mr. Blorby from my Jane Austen novels
Blorbio from my early modern plays
Assembling some more from the notes:
And the kicker:
meet blorbkissoon from my trinidadian ethnographic novel
Long post incoming here we go. So one of the most potent types of day-to-day fatphobia a fat person will experience, and one I have found skinny people tend to have an especially hard time understanding, isnāt when someone is outwardly & vocally cruel to you for being fat (tho I am in no way downplaying how traumatizing that is) ā itās when you meet someone in a social or otherwise collaborative setting w whom you are supposed to be interacting and they refuse to acknowledge you exist. Every fat person Iāve ever spoken to abt this immediately knows what Iām talking abt bc itās such a prevalent phenomenon.
Itās happened to me countless times, to the pt where I have learned to immediately weed out these people and make sure I get away from them as quickly as possible, but a good & particularly early example is when I was hanging out w a few friends at one of their apartments on a Friday night in my late teens & my friendās roommate brought over this guy she was hooking up w; we had just rolled a joint so we all went outside to smoke it, and were having a conversation abt something the boyfriend had brought up (so he was steering the convo) when I noticed that if I responded directly to the boyfriend, he would ignore what I said and just keep talking / responding to everyone else. He also wouldnāt engage w the things I brought up even if others were responding. At first I thought well ok Iām probably overreacting maybe he just didnāt hear meā¦but then I tried again. And again. And fucking again. And the outcome was the same every time. Even if I asked a question he would ignore it. There were a couple of moments where he was basically forced to respond to me / something I brought up bc of how everyone else was responding, but when he did so his tone and body language completely shifted, he responded in as few words as possible, and he steered the conversation elsewhere immediately after. This very evasive yet clearly deliberate way to quickly and quietly shut me down. The extent to which this man avoided acknowledging me was well beyond the absurd, but my friends (all thin) didnāt even notice this was happening. And bc we were smoking, it got to the point where I started to wonder if I even existed at all, if I was really there, if anyone could see me. I ended up having an anxiety attack over it while sitting there, everyone else chittering away, completely oblivious. To my friendsā credit, they were high too, and Iām sure that partially contributed to them not noticing what was going on. But this type of situation has happened to me in front of skinny friends while we were all entirely sober as well, and they still didnāt notice.
The above account doesnt explain this well tbh. I find it extremely hard to put the experience of this type of treatment into words. If itās happened to you, you know. There is something so distinctly unsettling abt it, something so Off ā it is more than angering or upsetting or frustrating or even disheartening. The closest comparison I can draw is to the experience of gaslighting (as in ACTUAL gaslighting, per the original definition of the term in the context of abuse). It makes you feel apart from yourself, like youāre crazy, like your understanding of your own reality and personhood is false. Whenever I have tried to cater to these kinds of people in the past, I have ended up dissociating. And I want to be clear that, while I do believe misogyny is often present in those who do this (Iāve found itās usually men), that is not the only mechanism at work; they will interact w thin women amicably and non-romantically without issue.
I think the worst part about it is that when I have tried to tell skinny friends āhey that person we were just talking to treated me like I literally wasnāt there, I have seen this before, itās bc they hate fat peopleā I am usually met w skepticism. They say āare you sure thatās what was happening??ā and when I reassert my confidence in the assessment, they say āoh okā¦.ā in that way people do when they want to respond politely to someone they wholeheartedly believe is overreacting. In my life I have had one single close skinny friend who has immediately validated me when Iāve asserted that someone we know has displayed this behavior. One.
I know that fat people are not at all the only ones this happens to ā it is a tactic used against the marginalized & oppressed across the board, and I have definitely found that thin people who are under other / multiple axes of oppression tend to believe me far more often than cis straight white ppl. But not all of them (not even close). I think that the way this type of depersonalization is forced on people varies slightly depending on the bias of the offending person, so the fatphobic āstrainā of it may look a little different from the strain that affects another axis of oppression, and so on. But the phenomenon is not unique.
This is something I do not see people discussing in the context of fatphobia very often. I think itās hard for many to understand how we are both hypervisible and invisible, both too much and nothing at all, at all times. When a fat person tries to assert that another person is fatphobic based on a lifetime of experiencing it (but the person themselves did not outright say anything vitriolic), they are usually not taken seriously. Again, many such cases. If a thin white cisgender able bodied person canāt see it, it must not be there. The irony is dizzying