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Hand study gao hang 5x6 feet Acrylic on raw canvas 2023
this one of those pieces where I look at it and think “oh that’s funny, i’ll reblog,” and then look at the art medium and lose my mind
“i wish we could see adaptations where sherlock holmes hates the rich and is allowed to be kind to those around him and uses his abilities to support society’s underdogs” elementary was doing this back in 2012. this was only episode 4.
TAYLOR SWIFT — The 65th Annual GRAMMY Awards (February 05, 2023)
The Akhal-Teke is a Turkmen horse breed. They have a reputation for speed and endurance, intelligence, and a distinctive metallic sheen. The shiny coat of the breed led to their nickname, "Golden Horses". 🏹💘🦄
by Gerard Donelan
For historical context, this is about making a panel for the AIDS quilt, a memorial project which began in San Francisco in 1985. Due to the stigma surrounding both homosexuality and AIDS during this time, victims of the epidemic were often cremated and disposed of or buried without ceremony, their bodies unclaimed by their families or origin or held by hospitals rather than released to same-sex partners.
Each panel in the AIDS quilt memorializes a life lost to the disease. Each panel is 3′ x 6′ (approximately 1 meter wide and 2 meters long), the approximate dimensions of a cemetery plot. The quilt, which then consisted of 1,920 panels representing 1,920 individuals lost to AIDS, was first displayed in Washington DC in 1987. The public response was immediate, positive, and overwhelming, and the quilt began taken around the country to be displayed in more cities. At each stop, the names of the dead were read out loud. At each stop, more panels were added.
By the time the quit returned to the US capital in 1988, it had more than 8,000 panels.
The quilt continues to grow. Today, it has over 50,000 panels memorializing over 100,000 of our dead. It’s too large now to physically display in its entirety, but you can view the entire thing online. There are also curated virtual displays of just panels which honor the Black and native people killed by the virus because in the US (and likely abroad, although I don’t know enough about public health elsewhere to say so with confidence), communities of color are disproportionately impacted by epidemics, as we have seen time and time again.
You can learn more about the quilt and its history here, and you can learn how to add a panel to the quilt here.
If you’re unable to access the quilt, here’s a zoomed in screenshot of the bottom left corner:
The quilt is made up of several panel, each panel itself consisting of 1 to 8 quilts.
Here’s a screenshot of the whole thing:
This is only about half of the people - our people - who were left to die because the government didn’t think “the gay disease” was a problem. This is why we march.
despite her efforts to evade me, i have finally filmed my cat playing my harp
Is a tiny cat playing a harp blasé to you people?? You don't even have time to give her a little like for her recital 🥺?
That right there is a good solid burger patty with the intriguing addition of middle eastern spices 👀👀👀 (and as we all know variety is the spice of life, and spice is the variety of food.) I’m also intrigued by how she put the patty in the pita(?) which makes it a sort of burger panini. It looks good and I am going to have to try it.
I want to make this for my family, but my mom’s pretty iffy on beef that is anything but well done (dry as fuck) so I’m wondering how to cook it throughly enough without burning the bread.
You can cook it in very thin pita with a thin layer of minced beef/lamb so that the meat is cooked brown all the way through in only 1 minute per side.
But also! Red Meat is "Well Done" at 160F/72C (white meat is 165F/75C). Bread actually doesn't even toast until 255F/123C!!
So, if you make the full size patties in a frying pan on a low-medium heat, or an oven set to 300F/150C, it will take about 20 minutes to cook instead of only 3 minutes, but it will DEFINITELY not burn the bread, and the meat will be VERY well done.
Here is the oven based recipe I suggested elsewhere on the post
The first time I had this dish was in Lebanon when a childhood friend took me to a restaurant called Taaj El-Moulook (meaning The kings’crow
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y’all really weren’t listening when taylor said so i wander through these nights, i prefer hiding in plain sight, my fourth drink in my hand these desperate prayers of a cursed man, spilling out to you for free, but darling, darling, please, you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking, if you knew where i was walking, to a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there, where i pace in my pen and my friends found friends who care, no one sees when you lose when you're playing solitaire.
Unpopular opinion: Being intelligent isn’t an excuse for being unkind.
Pretentious asshole is OUT! Pretentious Sweetheart is IN! Wearing dapper clothes and holding the door open for others makes you feel COOL AS H*CK! Glance up from your hefty books to give a stranger a smile!! Quote literature to inspire others! Be presumptuous in the way that you presume that everyone needs their day to be a little brighter!!!
Administration showed us this tweet on day one of grad school and boy did it hit home
“distinguished yourself by being kind” is my literal life motto at work, holy shit
not everyone is or would be a good parent. raising children takes a huge amount of sacrifice, patience, and responsibility that frankly a lot of people don’t have. If people were more honest with themselves about their own traits and capabilities when it comes to parenthood, the world would be a much better place.
Readiness factors into this too. Some people have the potential to make good parents someday. But they need to grow and work on themselves first. Having kids before you're actually ready and in the right place in life can be traumatic for both the parent and the child.
it is very important to have friends who unapologetically dislike the same things u dislike that other people like a lot so u can talk about it in private and avoid being a jackass in public.
There are many benefits to being Barbie's cousin
WHAT THE FUCK IS THE CONTEXT HERE
So for those who don't know some merch sources establish Barbie's full name is Barbara Rogers. And Shaggy's full name is Norville Rogers. So some people started to joke some years ago they could be related and we wouldn't know, and little by little the joke turned into an AU or a headcanon for some people
I think a lot of people spent their childhoods being very deliberately forced out of their comfort zones by parents / teachers / whomever in a way that was just deeply unpleasant and degrading and so, when they reach young adulthood and are finally allowed real control over their lives, become set on only doing things they know they're comfortable with forever. that's a really important thing to be able to do, especially if you're so used to having your boundaries routinely ignored that you aren't even certain what you like vs what you can bear, so I absolutely see why a person would have a negative reaction to being told that discomfort is good: it can very easily sound like being told that all that work they've been doing to prioritze their needs for the first time ever is Bad and Selfish, actually. and to that I will say two things:
one: as long as you aren't hurting or, like, being a dick to anyone, just staying in your comfort zone isn't an immoral action. if you just want to read one type of book (or just fanfiction), or just eat one type of food, or just watch one type of movie, or not go to new types of social events, you aren't being a bad person for that, and if people say that, they are soundly wrong and just trying to get a self-righteousness kick.
two: trying new things because you want to expand yourself feels a hell of a lot different than trying new things because you're being forced to. you'll feel better about trying new foods if you know you have a back up familiar one in case you can't stomach the new one, it's easier to read new books if you can experiment with audio versions or reading it in little five-page chunks by yourself, you can breathe a lot easier going somewhere new if you aren't chained there for three hours because your parent is your ride home, etc.
tl;dr: new things are good. I get why you might not want to try new things, and that's fine, but it's also more comfortable to try new things as an adult with your own agency so, yeah, what have you got to lose by trying a weird old art film?
It's really important to recognize that the negative reaction you might have to being forced into something new might make your reaction much worse than if you had the no-pressure option to explore it on your own. I always try new foods when no one is around, or only some few close friends I trust on that level, because I feel judged for being a picky eater - even if people aren't *actually* judging me, I feel judged anyways and the pressure makes the whole experience unpleasant and I'm less likely to enjoy the food
It's also important to recognize that sometimes, newness, in and of itself, can trigger a disgust reaction. For this reason, when i'm genuinely trying some new food/drink, I take a small bite/sip or two to get over the initial "this is new and new is bad ew ew ew" reaction, and then take the next bite/sip to actually evaluate how I feel about the flavor/texture/etc. Even when i don't end up liking the food, this often takes a food I'd be super grossed out by and moves it closer to the "eh i simply don't like it" category.
huge part of being autistic (and why that is Literally Traumatizing) is that your comfort levels and sensory experiences are so out of touch with everyone else's that you're just routinely subjected to awful, terrifying, torturous stuff as a kid and you are told "no one likes this, everyone is scared sometimes, but you just have to do it"
because the adults in your life think you're experiencing a normal, bearable level of discomfort? because that's what they themselves would experience, in your situation?
And you have never experienced being another person, so you think you are experiencing a normal, bearable level of discomfort, and just over-reacting to it.
The part that really digs itself into your psyche is the certainty that you can't expect the world to be kind to you. That suffering so much is just and even necessary. The feeling that the whole world will see you in excruciating distress and think it's unnecessary to help you, just, scars some deep primal part of your brain
Obsessed with the idea of sacrifice in a book being a selfish act rather than a selfless one. Their lover screaming at them: “How dare you leave me in this barren world? How dare you take away my choice to die for you and leave me with this grief?”. They are dead, and their lover is left - a gaping wound - bleeding into the ground. Do they love them so much that they would die for them, or do they love them so much that they forced the other to live without them? Sacrifice as a bitter act. Sacrifice as something wildly violent; something tormentingly cruel — but always, always built on love. Perhaps, they are both martyrs in the end.
I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.
People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.