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victusinveritas

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magicratfingers

ordering a little wooden bowl

victoriansecret

How the doose does one manage a miwackulous tie?

I have recently purchased a delightfully gaudy paisley silk bow tie at the thrift store, it delights me so. Do you have on hand any antique instruction manuals for tying bow ties or other miwackulous neckwear of the sort?

I don't immediately, and I am out of town without access to my computer so I can easily do research. But I'm sure somebody does. Perhaps @rowzien or @so-i-did-this-thing ?

rowzien

@reptilerex

The Art of Tying the Cravat is the only historical text on cravat tying I know of on tying cravats, however if you're trying to do a truly miwackulous tye out of a modern bow tie you're not going to have a ton of luck with this. I tried to do some searching in archive.org and library of congress on later 19th century texts but found nothing. There may be some things out there but probably not good how-tos.

Zach Pinsent made a pretty good video on early 19th century cravat tying mostly using this book.

I will say you're probably best off looking up modern bow tie tutorials online if you've gotten a modern bow tie. If you want a miwackulous tie I would recommend getting a scarf. Early 19th century cravats are generally large 35"-45" squares folded up to fit the neck. By the end of the century they do start to become more rectangular. I would look for second hand scarves. If you want a historical one Burnley & Trowbridge have fantastic kerchiefs. It is good practicing with a modern bow and then you can apply that to a scarf/cravat to get a truly miwackulous bow (it just a normal bow but the scarf/cravat changes the size and apparence).

1840s cravat

1870s cravat

clove-pinks

The real-life miwackulous tyes that I find for my posts are largely an 1850s affectation, like the comic by John Leech, but 1840s-1860s are tye territory (especially something like a fringed joinville—1840s style, not the later 19th century-style tie confusingly called a joinville as well).

Clearly, men of the time had a thing for oversized neckties in a fairly rigid material.

The kids are aight

someone could probably say something pretty about fossils, constellations, and stars in the sky

karl-von-moor-official

poem inspired by this rock and also by @two-bees-poetry

holycatsandrabbits

An ocean of writing prompts

Superstition and the Sea

July is National Learn to Sail month! Why not start by reading up on some weird sailing superstitions? For example:

Daring Death: Flowers, coffins, and ministers

Why have everything you need to host a funeral on your ship if you don’t want a funeral on your ship? Duh. For the same reason, a ship’s bell sounding on its own or even a wine glass ringing are unlucky because they sound like church bells. A possibly related superstition warns against bringing black suitcases on board, and some sailors expand this to all luggage. It might be that black bags look like body bags, but nobody’s really sure on the origin of this one.

Visit my blog for more sea superstitions and some watery writing prompts, such as:

Love wins. Ministers and flowers don’t only mean funerals. So what if you had a ship’s captain who noticed too late that some idiot brought on board the rose his sweetheart gave him, and some other sailor happens to have a degree in divinity. You can throw the rose overboard, but sailors, not so much. (At least, you’re not supposed to.) Could a ship beat its bad luck by instead using the rose and minister to stage a wedding? Sailors’ superstitions are clear about forbidding women on board, for various reasons, including misogyny and also misogyny. But maybe a couple of mates might not mind being…mates? At least long enough to go through the ceremony and cancel the bad luck. Fake marriage trope, anyone?

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cosmonautroger

jellyfish babies

charl0ttan

being myself performatively

motherfucker-somewhat-limited

tiktoks with vine energy pt. 29

acid-aholic

remember that guy that had a single auditory hallucination that told him he had a brain tumor and the exact location and then he went to the doctor and it was fucking right

THE POMPOUS FOP has declined your gift.

1x MID-GRADE BRANDY 1x STRINGY GAME HEN 1x MEDIOCRE PLUM PUDDING

Have been returned to your inventory.

ltwilliammowett

Let’s dance the Hornpipe

This dance, although often known as Sailor’s dance, is not a pure Sailor dance. The hornpipe is a traditional English dance piece with a lively tempo, originally notated in 3/2 time. Around 1760, the name changed to music in 2/4 or 4/4 time. It is named after the old wind instrument of the same name, which was especially common in Wales and Scotland. And there were several variations of it and the Sailor’s Hornpipe is just one variation of it.

This watercolour by Richard van Lennep was painted on his voyage in topsail schooner Tryal vom Smyrna to Boston, 1807 and shows a group of men dancing in : Jack Tar, a sailors life, by J. Welles Henderson

“In Britain the Hornpipe is a dance held as original to this country. … some of the steps have been used in the English country dance, particularly by the lower class of the people … and few English seamen are to be found that are not acquainted with the Hornpipe … Boys at school destined for the Navy make a point of learning it. Comic dancers coming here (from abroad) apply themselves with great attention to the true study of the Hornpipe and by constant practice acquire the ability of performing it with success in foreign countries where it always meets with the highest applause.”

- G. A. Gallini: Critical Observations on the Art of Dancing. London 1770

British sailors dance a hornpipe to the edification of their Egyptian spectators, 1878 (x)

It may have been around - the late 15th and early 16th centuries - that dancing became associated with sailors and the sea. It is easy to understand that the small space required for the dance and the fact that no partner was necessary made it particularly suitable for dancing on board ships.

Dancing the Hornpipe, by George Green 1878 in: Jack Tar, a sailors life, by J. Welles Henderson

Samuel Pepys mentioned the dance in his diary and called it “The Jig of the Ship”. And it is recorded that Captain Cook ordered his men to dance the hornpipe to keep them in good health in the confines of the sailing ships of the time.

Ashore, sailors performed the hornpipe to entertain themselves, often as part of the frolic of a “run ashore”, after a few drinks, to attract the attention of women, or out of sheer bravado. Thus, along with the sailors’ distinctive dress, language and body adornment, tattoos, the hornpipe became another recognisable cultural symbol of being a jack in the harbour, albeit very clichéd.

fairycosmos

fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle

thefuzzydave

drinkyourjuiceshelby

stupidbeecandle

I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.

Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.

At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.

One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.

That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days