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you met me at a very norwegian time of my life
me in 2015 watching Skam and wearing red lipstick
Made a pesto from the first wild garlic of the spring, from Wales, huge bunches given to me by a dear friend
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there's so much i don't know. how do i learn everything by tomorrow
𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯
The boy squad 💕
At the end of the season, all Red Bull drivers gather around the firepit and Max decides who he wants to recouple with.
why is it that whenever I am disillusioned with the world I go back to the epic of Gilgamesh
“It is the story of their becoming human together.”
This is it. This is the oldest written literary work that we know of, and it’s a story of becoming human together.
This is a story about love, and it’s a story about death, and we told this story thousands of years ago, THOUSANDS of years. We have always, always, always been wrestling with this profoundly beautiful existence and with knowing one another, while knowing that we all will die and be forgotten.
We become human by loving, but we also become human by knowing death.
And I’m just sitting here touching other human beings, another human experience, from across millennia, feeling a bit more human too through it, and I am trying very hard not to cry.
Cultural Dark Academia
After my last post about the lack of representation in academia, I felt it neccessary to provide some examples of what I’m talking about. Obviously there are more countries in the world than I can list and provide books for, so for a quick list this is what I got. !! Keep researching !! If you have any more books by POC please reply them !! If a country isn’t listed, that doesn’t mean it’s not important, this is just what I could get together real quick. If I made any mistakes, please let me know, we’re all learning. We need to help each other end eurocentrism in academia, so value representation and educate yourselves 💓💓💓
Chinese:
The Art of War by Sun Tzu
The Dream of the Red Chamber
The Water Margin
Romance of the Three Kingdoms
The Journey to the West
The Scholars
The Peony Pavilion
Border Town by Congwen Shen
Half of Man is Woman by Zhang Xianliang
To Live by Yu Hua
Ten Years of Madness by agent Jicai
The Field of Life and Death & Tales of Hulan River by Xiao Hong
Japanese:
A Personal Matter by Kenzaburo Oë
Pakistani:
Moth Smoke by Mohsin Hamid
How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia by Mohsin Hamid
Ghulam Bagh by Mirza Athar Baig
Masterpieces of Urdu Nazm by K. C. Kanda
Irani/Persian:
Rooftops of Tehran by Mahbod Seraji
Savushun by Simin Daneshvar
Anything by Rumi
The Book of Kings by Ferdowsi
The Rubiyat by Omar Khayyam
Shahnameh (translation by Dick Davis)
Afghan:
Earth and Ashes by Atiq Rahimi
A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
Indian:
The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
Aithihyamala, Garland of Legends by Kottarathil Sankunni
The Gameworld Trilogy by Samir Basu
Filipino:
Twice Blessed by Ninotchka Rosca
The Last Time I Saw Mother by Arlene J. Chai
Brazilian:
Night at the Tavern by Álvares de Azevedo
The Seven by André Vianco
Don Casmurro by Machado de Assis
Colombian:
Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Delirio by Laura Restrepo
¡Que viva la música! by Andrés Caicedo
The Sound of Things Falling by Jim Gabriel Vásquez
Mexican:
Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolf Anaya
Adonis Garcia/El Vampiro de la Colonia Roma by Luis Zapata
El Complot Mongol by Rafael Bernal
Egyptian:
The Cairo Trilogy by Nahuib Mahfouz
The Book of the Dead
Nigerian:
Rosewater by Tade Thompson
Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe
Malian:
The Epic of Sundiata
Senegalese:
Poetry of Senghor
Native American:
The Inconvenient Indian by Thomas King
Starlight by Richard Wagamese
Almanac of the Dead by L. Silko
Fools Crow by James Welch
Australian Aborigine:
Dark Emu by Bruce Pascoe
First Footprints by Scott Cane
My Place by Sally Morgan
American//Modern:
Real Life by Brandon Taylor
Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri
The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas
The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo
Internment by Samir’s Ahmed
Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurtson
Rivers of London Series by Ben Aaronovitch
things i would like: to be sitting near the sea during a storm, poring over an old text of disputable origin
things i have: stress
anyway while I think there is much to blame institutionally for the handling of the coronavirus, i think it is safe to say that american protestant individualism also played a fine role in this mess.
our culture does not value collective effort. we lack the empathy of caring about society as a whole. i am hearing people in public complain about others wearing facemasks. like the idea of caring about the health and safety of other human beings is mocked! like what kind of selfish heartless bullshit is this.
oh and this idea that we should sacrifice the “weak” is reflective of cultural idealologies such as Social Darwinism and Calvinsist theology on predistinaition. these ideologies are so prevelent in our cultural landscape and they perpetuate the notion that some people are inherently more deserving of life and salvation more than others.
i cannot express to you how much i do not want non-americans on this post giving their shit takes.
Hi, I’m Julia Morris.
Me introducing myself
Why am I laughing so much
April and May were painful, lonely months for me because I couldn’t talk to you. I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this.
- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
eldest daughters repeat after me: it’s ok to be mad, it’s ok to have emotions, you don’t have to please everyone.
coffee drinker: would u like a cup of coffee? me: no thanks, coffee drinker: oh you don’t drink coffee? me: well, i- coffee drinker: i can’t get enough of the stuff. i am always itchin’ for me next fix. i love a nice hot cup of joe, i even drink it black as well. the stronger the coffee the more i enjoy it. i consume more cups daily of it than most people, which is how much i enjoy coffee