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Our deepest anxieties about the future of where we live are embodied in other cities â in Portlandification, Brooklynification, Manhattanization. The comparison is seldom a compliment. You donât want to become Manhattan (too dense), Portland (too twee), Boston (too expensive), Seattle (too tech-y), Houston (too sprawling), Los Angeles (too congested), Las Vegas (too speculative), Chicago (too indebted). San Francisco has come to stand for the most specific set of horrors. It is the place where extreme poverty and tech wealth occupy the same block, while the schoolteachers and fire fighters all live two hours away. Consider other nuances: Portlandification can be Brooklynified, as happens when ambitious media-savvy types commercialize twee. Manhattanization has evolved over time. It once meant building up. Now it increasingly refers to building only for the rich. Seattleization, meanwhile, is a particularly dire diagnosis: The high housing costs and tech riches there have remade the city with startling speed. Denver seemed to imply no obvious meaning until The Kansas City Starâs editorial board assigned it one last month. âStop the Denverization of Kansas City,â its headline said. Befuddled readers in Denver realized their city was now a synonym for gentrification â at least, among cities not yet expensive enough to worry about San Franciscoization.
Emily Badger, âHappy New Year! May Your City Never Become San Francisco, New York or Seattle. Or Portland, Denver, Boston, Dallas, Houston or Los Angeles.â The New York Times (Dec. 26, 2018)
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Another Banana Fish fanart so we can cry â€đŠ
can we do away with the narrative that ted bundy was this charismatic mastermind?
people who knew him growing up said he never fit in, was socially disconnected and weird, and constantly tried to frame himself as better than he was.
he wasnât constantly wooing womenâhe had few girlfriends and one his victims who survived his attack literally described him as creepy. his college sweetheart dumped him for being pathetic, directionless, and insecure. the women who wrote him love letters had clear issues with men and were warped into finding âbad boysâ attractive.
his victims were not won over by his charmâhe either broke into their homes at night, attacked them when they were alone, targeted children, or played the part of a cop or man with a broken arm in need of help loading something into his car. he used violence and subterfuge, not charm, to hurt women and girls.
one of his lawyers described him as unpleasant and blatantly self obsessed. if you listen to his interviews, he sounds blatantly fake, like someone trying too hard to seem intelligent, normal, and likable. itâs a facade and not even a good one.
the media created the image of a charming man because he was a white, average looking, conservative dude and that automatically put him in a positive light in their eyes.
Emilie Ristevski.Â
Twilight Conversation. Ron Hick, 2013.
Abandonment (The Pair). Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, 1895.
The Café. Federico Zandomeneghi, 1884.
The New Bracelet. Henryk Siemiradzki, 1883.
Young man sitting, reading on subway; woman standing, facing doors.
New York, 1983
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I want to read a story about a wizard whose only spell is âfix thisâ, but the specially-crafted magic takes their intent into account.  "Fix this" can mean repairing the wheel on the adventurersâ cart or healing a broken arm or âfixingâ a lock so that itâs in what the wizard considers the âcorrectâ (unlocked) position. Imagine the other mages getting increasingly frustrated as the wizard stubbornly refuses to learn any other spells.
Wizard: *points at a canyon* Fix this
Other casters: Thatâs not really how spells -
Wizard: Oh look, one of our blankets is now a magic carpet. Â Guess we donât need a bridge.
Casters: How -
Wizard: *points at logs that wonât catch fire* Fix this
Other casters: Thereâs been too much rain, it wonât -
Wizard: Â I fixed it so that itâs in the same state it was yesterday. Â Someone here knows how to start a fire, right?
Casters: What -
Wizard: *points at charging dragon*: Fix this
Other casters: THATâS NOT HOW MAGIC WORKS YOU IDIOT WEâRE GOING TO DIE
Dragon: *coughs* Did you just⊠cure my intestinal problems?  Iâve been trying to stop breathing fire for weeks, but it just kept spilling out, and every time I tried to ask for help, I burned everything down.  I wonât forget this kindness.
Casters: *ripping their hair out* H O W
Iâm dying đđ
youâll get to where you want to be
From Hark, A Vagrant, and I absolutely love it.
A guide to being an apathetic Byronic aristocrat vampire in the 21st century
If the sun is up return to bed and wait until nighttime. There are not enough hours in the night to spend them sleeping. Once it is dark you can be all Dante Rossetti about it and stroll about some darkened woodland or else lay amongst Chinese patterned pillows in the nude reading Marcel Proust.Â
In fact do a great many things naked. Or if you insist do them naked under a silk robe which trails after you as you stalk the halls of your estate.
And since everyone is fated to die anyway smoke cigarettes while you can. Be blasĂ© about death in general. Or lament it constantly â incessantly â until all who know you associate it with your presence. That is what being a Romantic is all about.
And in the spirit of Byron take such bad care of yourself â by eating badly and drinking copiously â that you might at any moment pass into that lamented great beyond. The best ways to die are in a battle or in a Revolution as well as from sloth â simply laying about wasting away transfixed by a beautiful painting or the memory of a lost lover â or finally simply succumbing to an illness procured from exposure to the harsh elements of nature. The last is the most probable since you will often find yourself standing on mountaintops above mist-laden seascapes shouting Nietzschean quotes into the frosty air and heralding your own impending doom in the process.
Read many books. Watch Orlando by Sally Potter for immortal style tips.
Become a sensual creature (as opposed to a sexually satisfied one) so that you may either conquer a harmen of lovers wherein you can loose yourself for hours on end in a kind of Delta of Venus scenario or else live as an Dionysian hermit finding solace entirely in literature, flowers and moonlight.
Be not strictly woman or man but rather an amalgamation of femininity and masculinity. Embrace bisexuality.Â
Keep strange pets. Anything besides a dog or cat or gerbil. Or if you must have a dog then choose a Borzoi or Wolf Hound. And if you must procure a cat then name it Lassitude or Nothing as Jean Paul Sartre did. Raise peacocks and keep a menagerie of exotic fauna and flora in an otherwise overgrown rose garden. Â
Half of what you say ought to be a quote by John Milton, Dante Alighieri, William Shakespeare or Oscar Wilde. Either that or nothing. If you are not reciting â either the work of others or your own â then be quiet. Observe and consider, but rarely speak.
Drink red wine. And white wine. And champagne. Do not however drink vodka unless you find yourself in the Russian Winter Palace filial roaming pale and crazy-eyed down halls with a fur coat whipping behind you and a novel by Tolstoy in your pocket.Â
Life is a feast. Eat oysters for breakfast and decorate your dinner table â and the food itself â with flowers. Hannibal is the go to cooking program for culinary flair.
In fact Hannibal ought to be the only tv show you watch besides Penny Dreadful.Â
Wear chokers. All your jewelry ought to be heirlooms.Â
Keep a much younger lover â if you are a woman â or a much older one â if you are a man â and have them rip the choker from your pale neck as you fall together in a passionate throw onto a 17th century ottoman.
Dress in shrouds of velvet and silk.Â
Stay out of the sun.
A moushe â a painted-on beauty mark â is entirely appropriate, as is a Jacobin ruff.
From now on sex shall be referred to as Making Cattleya.
Appropriate venues for socializing are cafĂ©s which do not play music or serve cappuccinos, theaters built before 1960 and opera houses not built after 1930. Jazz clubs which refrain from fusion or acid. Libraries and old cinemas in general. Family estates and parental mansions, abandoned houses in the country side, churches and cemeteries, woodland openings and castle lawns, museums and â of course â small apartments where you can sit on the floor smoke cigarettes and discuss the collective sense of ennui you share with your friends.
Inappropriate venues are shopping malls, franchise coffee shops and anywhere where reading a novel or smoking might seem out of place. In fact stay clear of any place built after 1980. Avoid food courts, gyms, sports or hotel bars and clubs with more than one dance floor as the plague.
Refer to your circle of friends as your Family. Be religiously devote and romantically involved with them. When it comes to your actually family a cool somewhat distanced relationship is the most appropriate. Or if so inclined consider a more obsessive cloistering constellation that will inevitably lead to rumors of past inbreeding â the French aristocratic kind â and scandal. Refer to your parents by their first name or not at all and thus have them remain an elusive periphery to your life.Â
Instead declare Richard Wagner as your emergency contact.
Descend stairwells slowly.
Express yourself through Greek axioms and lyrical poetry or lingering secretive stares. Consider perfume as a means of communication.Â
Remember that the only respectable means of transport are the Oriental Express, steamships across the Atlantic or long boats along the Nile. You may also travel by foot if you do so in a languid fashion. As far as tourism goes the primary vehicle of experience ought to be stargazing and kissing.Â
Consider yourself eternal
And eternity meaningless.Â