underrated form of humor: just making shit up in past tense
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underrated form of humor: just making shit up in past tense
My personal favourite:
official linguistics post
Last supper doodle
Specifically this part lol, sorry Peter couldn't fit you in
At work I was unloading beer boxes off the truck , and just fucking around stacking them up in my arms and throwing them into place quickly, and this older Portuguese tourist lady came up to me typing something into the google translate app, she pressed the button and the text to speech voice said “I LIKE THE WAY YOU WORK” and I was like lol thank you 🙏 and she backspaced and typed something again and pressed the button and it said “ELEGANT”
Bertel Thorvaldsen, 1770-1844
Achilles holding the dead Penthesilea, ca.1836/37, relief
Thorvaldsens Museum, Copenhagen, Denmark Inv. A496
one of the funnier parts of having online friends is when they casually reference something that seems weird as hell from your perspective and you have to go "okay so is this like a reigional/cultural difference or is your specific life experience just insane"
raffaella cerullo & elena greco | the story of the lost child, by elena ferrante / hbo l'amica geniale / nbc hannibal's script / letters to milena, by kafka / the story of the lost child, by elena ferrante / wuthering heights, by emily bronte / anna akhmatova tr. by judith hemschemeyer, “poem without a hero” / l'amica geniale / twin flame, by weyes blood / my brilliant friend, by elena ferrante
so one of the things about “l’amica geniale” is that people keep asking “omg why is everyone in love with Lila it’s so boring manic pixie dream girl” and like ok I get where they’re coming from kind of but there are two much bigger points here (as regards the first book in the Italian version at least)
a) lenú is a profoundly unreliable narrator who is clearly also in love with lila, and evening is filtered through her perspective. One of the ways that her repressed obsession manifests itself is in an obsession with the men she sees as rivals to Lila’s love and affection - pasquale, marcello, stefano- and this manifests itself in the narrative as a focus on the men she perceives to be in love with Lila and therefor a threat to their relationship
b) this whole book is really gutting and undoing so many of the tropes of romance novels, classic novels written by men, the image of the woman in literature etc by taking all these classic romance tropes and showing what they often actually felt like for the women inside them: terrifying. Lila is stuck in a love triangle between Marcello and Stefano and it isn’t fun and sexy, it’s absolutely terrifying and she has no mistake because they both see her as some kind of property they ought to have. All of the typical “I’m cooler than him” overtures with the cars are also scary, because she *has* to pick one, and the other guy will seek his revenge for not having her. The extravagant gifts like the tv that Marcello buys here are a manifestation of his power and how he reaches into her house, her domestic space. It’s all brutal and crude and inescapable, and it guts works like twilight but also a lot of classic literature inside out by making the lack of control and safety and agency felt by the women in these narratives - or more correctly, often, girls, Lila is FOURTEEN when Marcello is making a bunch of these overtures - into the focus of the narrative
Elena Ferrante not only has female characters so complex that it’s inevitable to adore them despite their countless flaws, terrible decisions, contradictions, and reprehensible actions. Women who, in the hegemonic conception of gender dynamics, would be easily portrayed in a twisted manner, but she sketches them as complete human beings with multiple dimensions and shades of gray, which gives them a humanity that gets under your skin and overwhelms your entire body. She is also a writer whose most terrible male characters are those who could become heroic protagonists in other stories, but she reduces them to pathetic wretches who are nothing more than a shadow of what they always aspired to be, and they don’t necessarily have to physically bully women to show themselves as the worst scum on the planet. And yes, I am talking about Nino Sarratore and my ability to write an essay on why he is the worst man in literature and to what extent Ferrante’s portrayal brilliantly shapes a horrifically terrible character. I have many feelings about the new and final season of this saga, but I will analyze it when I recover emotionally. It’s been four years since I finished the books, and it still gives me chills when I think about everything it made me feel, so I don’t know when I will feel ready to talk about the series.
“‘I think there’s something about being a young woman that feels very murderous,’ she explained. ‘That’s was I was trying to get with a song like ‘Dream Girl Evil.’ It can be dangerous for people to think you’re incredibly nice. When you get, ‘You’re an angel,’ that seems like such a high place to fall from. When I see messy or violent or terribly behaved women, especially young women, there’s a liberation. To not have to try and survive by being good.’”
—Florence Welch on her song, ‘Dream Girl Evil.’
having a family full of very online academics has caused us to develop some really fucked up vocabularies. my dad told us that his new doctor said he was very resilient so I pointed at him and said “prophetess Cassandra moment” referencing, of course, this line from the Oresteia
and he fucking. knew what I was talking about
it's genuinely bullshit that you should be required to own a mobile phone for participation in literally any aspect of life
this should be illegal and i'm not fucking joking
reblogging a post that says “do it scared” vs actually doing it scared
list of mundane things that feel like ancient human rituals
cleaning or wipe your bare feet
breaking off a piece of bread and handing it to someone
putting the weight of a basket on your hip or head
eating nuts or berries while hunched over close to the ground
seeing something startling just out of your line of sight and very quickly stepping or leaping on to a larger object to get a better view
cupping your hands into running water to wash your face
the unanimous protection of a baby or child in a public space where women are present
when an elderly woman laughs and grips your forearm tightly
May I add?
Touching someone’s face with the back of your hand to see if they have a fever
Stopping to watch animals moving in groups (geese, fish, horses, butterflies, bees)
Helping an elderly person to walk or sit
telling stories around a fire
huddling together for warmth when it’s cold
marveling at sunlight through leaves
wonderment at the brightness of a full moon
bringing food to sick or grieving families
Elusive memory, pencil on paper, 2020
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terra cotta and manganese oxide wash
42 x 29 x 4
2019
enough mpreg. give him mpostpartum depression