Sir Thomas Gainsborough, Henry Fiennes Pelham Clinton, Earl of Lincoln, 1775.
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Sir Thomas Gainsborough, Henry Fiennes Pelham Clinton, Earl of Lincoln, 1775.
I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it’s not like that. It happens overnight.
— Haruki Murakami, Dance, Dance, Dance
fiction is like im going to totally make up a guy and we’re going to get emotional about their plight and their grief and their joy and this is because we are human
I love the idea of studying. I love buying [hoarding] pretty pens and stationary. Carefully planning out my workloads in an agenda. Staying up into twelve with only a textbook and Spotify, trips to the library until it closes, an immaculate layout with all my books and paper spread out in front of me, cramping words onto flashcards until my fingers are stained with ink...
The only problem being, of course, having to actually study. But yes, I love the idea of studying.
very important question for all of my greek myth buffs out there: who has fatter tits, aphrodite or dionysus? asking for a friend
Pʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ ʙʏ Nᴏɴᴀ Lɪᴍᴍᴇɴ.
"The Raven" in Edgar Allan Poe's own handwriting
Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934)
Audrey Hepburn, Mel Ferrer, And Buster Keaton,
In “Paris Pursuit”
For Harper’s Bazaar, Paris, August 9, 1959
Photographs of Morehouse’s Comet (September 1, 1908)
This is an illustration I did for the August 2014 issue of Popular Science Magazine. The assignment was to show a scifi take on human aging in the future. I wanted to do something relatively positive, so I drew a lady whose life has been been prolonged through cybernetic enhancements and augmentation, so she gets to spend time with her great-great-great-great grandchildren.
Thanks to AD Michelle Mruk!
this is beautiful
So I keep wanting to reblog Cyborg Matriarch here, but I keep losing track of her.
She’s not getting away this time.
I really want a sci-fi story to go with this.
very cool how the gender binary in the emerging trad terf synthesis is like, there are two genders, the one that does bad things and the one that bad things are done to. the only thing in the world is immorality and it flows from unexperiencing agents to unacting experiencers.
which naturally appeals to people who would like to be perceived as inherently lacking the capacity for immorality. for whatever reason
anyway remember bell hooks’s very cogent critique of second-wave feminist organizing in ‘sisterhood: solidarity between women’ where she argues that by “bonding as ‘victims’, white women’s liberationists were not required to assume responsibility for confronting the complexity of their own experience … Identifying as ‘victims’, they could abdicate responsibility for their role in the maintenance and perpetuation of sexism, racism, and classism.” it’s not by accident that terf gender essentialism dovetails so much with other biological-determinist & essentialist assumptions including Extremely Racist Ones
The 2,000 + year old Roman baths in Bath, Somerset (@ visitbath IG)
[ID: black text on a yellowed page that says, "Did I love a dream?" End ID.]
subway hands but make it flemish & renaissance art
“Portrait of Heinrike Dannecker” Gottlieb Schick / “Portrait of Laura Battiferri” Bronzino / “San Simón” Pedro Pablo Rubens / “Female Saint Holding a Book” Amico Aspertini / “The Card Game on the Cradle: Allegory” Johannes van Wijckersloot /Jean François de Troy, “Portrait of Princess Louisa Maria Theresa Stuart”
Mulled Wine Recipe
All right, folks, ‘tis the season: winter.
And you need a hot beverage, and you need alcohol, and you stupidly think, I heard of mulled wine once, and search for a recipe, and find only pages of strange ingredients and paragraphs of far too much information on people’s lives. Every year I lose my recipe, and every year I regret it, poring fruitlessly and sadly sober over ingredients like star anise, cranberries, and demerara sugar.
So, to save you my grief, here is my very basic recipe, which my family–who does not drink the other 11 months of the year–finds so irresistible that they get tipsy and wonder why. (This is the recipe for one bottle, but I always make at least two.)
1 bottle red wine (cheap red wine, red blend or merlot, etc.)
½ cup - ¾ cup white sugar (you can add to taste)
¾ cup orange juice (you might want at least 1 actual orange, here’s why:)
10 whole cloves
(life is much easier if you peel the orange so that you get just the outer layer with as little rind as possible, then stab these little guys through, so you don’t have to go fishing them out later on, but feel free to fish away)
2 cinnamon sticks
Mix it all together and simmer it on low heat (don’t boil it, the alcohol boils off) until the sugar blends in. I tend to do it for 30 minutes or so, or just leave it on low and turn down to keep warm in a slow cooker.
¼ cup orange liqueur or brandy – I add this last, to make it as alcoholic as possible, but you can add it earlier. I also add both, and tend to steal the family’s brandy, but you can do this to taste.
Voila! Go, wrap your hands around a warm mug of mulled wine, reheat as desired, and spend the winter pleasantly tipsy.