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random question:
what was your first exposure to prev and what made you decide to follow them?
brb tearing up rn
Practical Brain: You don't have to get all the details right, it doesn't have to be perfect, just get the story down on paper
Writer Brain: But if I don't figure out all the logistics associated with a caravan repeatedly traveling cross-continent for a year and half at a time the anthropologists will laugh at me.
Practical Brain, pulling its hair out: What anthropologists?!
@kanerallels
And then, as a born researcher, I find myself thinking "I could write a story set in these conditions" and get so caught up in the fascinating research that I forget that I'm "supposed" to be writing a story.
"The Teeth of the Symphony: Beethoven and the Anatomy of Sound"
I have worn a pair of bone-conduction headphones almost every single day since they hit the market. Thanks to some bad decisions and poor proximity to things going bang in my younger years, my eardrums are heavily compromised. When my headphones finally snapped this week, plunging me back into a muffled, ringing quiet, I couldn't help but think of Beethoven.
The general public assumes that when Beethoven went deaf, he wrote his final masterpieces purely from memory and theoretical guesswork. He didn't. He became an acoustic engineer out of absolute desperation.
Because the human cochlea is embedded deep within the temporal bone of the skull, hearing does not strictly require air. If you can vibrate the bone, you can stimulate the inner ear.
Beethoven figured this out as his world went dark. His struggle is deeply documented. He commissioned an absurd collection of massive ear trumpets from inventors, but they ultimately couldn't keep up with his worsening deafness. There is even a famous, fiercely debated historical legend that in a fit of grief, he sawed the legs off his piano so he could sit on the floorboards and physically feel the tremors of the instrument.
Eventually, he landed on a brutal but effective solution. He took a heavy iron rod, fastened one end directly to the soundboard of his piano, and bit down hard on the other end. As he struck the keys, the physical vibrations traveled up the metal, through his teeth, and resonated directly into his skull.
He bypassed the broken machinery of his ears entirely. Relying on a combination of his profound inner hearing and this brutal bone-conduction hack, he listened to the rhythm and dynamics of his final symphonies through his skeleton.
There is no grand moral to this one. A broken piece of gear just brought a heavy piece of history to my table, and I figured it was worth sharing. Appreciate your ears while youāve still got them, traveler.
Chris Eccleston on that shit let him talk!!!!
NOW IS HER TIME!!!!!!! where is SHE????
Whenever I see someone refer to "Victorian era-" for places outside the UK I'm tempted to start saying shit like "Han Dynasty era Rome", "Soviet era Australia" etc
āWelcome to Soviet America, home of the McDonalds and Cocaine Cola. Long live Comrade Reagan.ā
The Civil War, or as I like to call it, Late Tokugawa Period America
I know this is a joke but this helps me put a lot of historical periods into perspective.
"cowboys were a sort of itinerant warrior class common in meiji-era texas"
Soviet era Australia was actually pretty interesting
aw i found the sequel!! ;U;
A actual fucking hero dude
Iām tempted to say, āNot all heroes wear capes,ā but I get the impression this Fine Fellow probably owns more than one.
Reblog if you think the person you reblogged this from deserves to be happy.
When I fail to respond it's an homage to letters getting lost at sea
I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue
everything about this is gold. Er, platinum.
I am this old.
From German magazine Lustige BlƤtter, 1932.
Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and itās amazing how many men Iāve run into bc they expected me to move
Gotta try it
I work (and walk) on a college campus. Iāve lost count of how many men Iāve smacked shoulders with.
Recently, I was standing outside my sonās classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didnāt; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadnāt leapt out of his manly path.
Now Iām wishing Iād leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, āMy Liege!ā
I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.
Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where Iām the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.
Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friendās medication, and I didnāt understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literallyāone guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because thatās just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.
I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought Iād had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.
I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I ālooked like a soldier.ā Iām not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.
Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like youāve been sent to murder Captain America.
WALK LIKE YOUāVE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA
Itās called the Murder Strut.
ITāS BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldnāt find it. Iām so glad ITāS BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!!
A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.
One day and I bumped into a guy while doing the Murder Strut and he apologized to me even though I was the one who had bumped into him.
It works wonders.
In case you were wondering, yes you can do this in a wheelchair. Same look in your eyes and let āem know you will run them down. Just picture yourself in a sports car accelerating towards someone with the intention of flattening them.
If thereās anything more satisfying than watching Abled men leap out of my way when they realize Iām not moving for them, I canāt think of it atm.
Walk like youāve been sent to murder Captain America.
Wheel like youāre gonna win the Indy 500 and donāt care how.
Your crutches are short swords; walk like you can see them buried in the bodies of anyone who crosses (in front of) you.
Tumblr: teaching women how to be Moses and part the fucking Red Sea with the power of their minds.
I had never seen these updates to the Patriarchy Chicken Game before and they are all a goddam DELIGHT
Patriarchy Chicken and The Murder Strut, dance names for the new millenium.Ā
The ocean molded this clump of bricks into a rock shape
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real life texture glitch
Domesticated rock has returned to the wild and become feral
Can @raccoonmilf vouch for this? Super rad if true.
Yes itās true