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Hela - Created by Aleksei Vinogradov
How to Backup your Tumblr
I was just semi-complaining that I was still looking for a decent way to backup my +6k posts without having to use paid services or even just wordpress (which has an import from tumblr tool that asks for permission to access your blog and also make posts), when I decided to actually put some effort into my google search.
Results were positive: I have successfully backed up my blog*
*By which I mean: everything that I have ever posted. Not included: drafts, queue, likes, followers, following, comments, notes, chat.
I followed this method (word by word), and now have a 450 MB folder on my computer with the name of my blog on it containing:
1. Folder “Archive” (contains .html files listed by month) 2. Folder “Media” (contains gifs and images, mine has +1k files in it; might contain also audios but I have no way of confirming that because I’ve never reblogged an audio post from this blog) 3. Folder “Posts” (contains single .html files, each one a post; I have +4k files in it) 4. Folder “Theme” (contains only my avatar, but it might be a matter of if you have personalized themes or not) 5. .html file “Index” (by opening it it will give you the archive of your blog organized by month; clicking on a month will open up the archive for that month, and you’ll be able to read all the posts for that month as if you were on your blog**, except sans your theme graphic, with each page containing 50 posts)
**I can see gifs, links, embedded videos, tags, number of notes (but I can’t open up the notes, clearly), text is also correctly formatted.
So yeah, in case anyone wants a very quick way to back up their blog, it took me less than 10 minutes.
P.S. I didn’t have any issue, but to be on the safe side always check for spyware and virus threats before and after downloading anything.
this is actually really useful if you have an art blog full of years of work that you otherwise no longer have access to the original files. A lot of the art I have in the early days of my art blog are in that boat. I did this process JUST for that reason and I was pretty astonished at just how many pieces of media it backs up! (literally all of it) Drawings I didn’t even realize were sitting in my archive due to having been posted to text posts or undercuts, or untagged for years! It’s worth it if just for that, even if tumblr isn’t shutting down or deleting your blog.
reference.
Reblog if you believe that muses Male and Female 40+ are just as valid, attractive and necessary as their younger counterparts.
Old thing from last year I just never posted on here, the binding of Fenrir
odin is like “when thor was born the sun shone bright upon his beautiful face. i found loki on the sidewalk outside a taco bell”
Oðinn spake:
Bright the sun shone | at the time of Þor’s birth, And bathed his count'nance fair. Loki, wolf-father, | the trickster, the liar, I found on the cold pavement While returning in glory | from a grand hunt For a 3 AM quesadilla.
@damn-fuck-i-burnt-myself-again
I need this framed on my wall it’s so beautiful.
@theshitpostcalligrapher
ay @systlin hmu
@systlin
My husband complained that this was more Shakespeare than Eddas, and I challenged him to do better.
Solen sken, skönt gyllene
Dagen Tor föddes
På trottoaren, vid Taco Bell
Där låg Loke
—KJN
My translation:
The sun shone, sweet golden
The day of Tor’s birth
On the tarmac, by Taco Bell
There lay Loki
(For poetry reasons, Thor needs the Swedish spelling.)
@bold-sartorial-statement
ay yo show ur husband
@bold-sartorial-statement no but hang on this should be in runes:
(oops spot the typos)
i wanna translate this into icelandic so imma do it
Sólin skein, björt og gullin við fæðingu Þórs á stígnum við Taco Bell Þar lá Loki
The amount of quality going into these shitposts is amazing
This is not shitposting, this is transformative work!
12. “You shall not cut my hair!” *eyelevel with a scary looking blade* “Please, kind sir, do not cut my hair.”
This muse is 100% @loptrapologist, who is very proud of her beautiful white hair and will tase anyone who tries to cut it.
Odin: I hope you two have a good explanation for this.
Thor: We have three actually.
Loki: You can pick your favorite.
odin is like “when thor was born the sun shone bright upon his beautiful face. i found loki on the sidewalk outside a taco bell”
Oðinn spake:
Bright the sun shone | at the time of Þor’s birth, And bathed his count'nance fair. Loki, wolf-father, | the trickster, the liar, I found on the cold pavement While returning in glory | from a grand hunt For a 3 AM quesadilla.
@damn-fuck-i-burnt-myself-again
I need this framed on my wall it’s so beautiful.
@theshitpostcalligrapher
ay @systlin hmu
@systlin
My husband complained that this was more Shakespeare than Eddas, and I challenged him to do better.
Solen sken, skönt gyllene
Dagen Tor föddes
På trottoaren, vid Taco Bell
Där låg Loke
—KJN
My translation:
The sun shone, sweet golden
The day of Tor’s birth
On the tarmac, by Taco Bell
There lay Loki
(For poetry reasons, Thor needs the Swedish spelling.)
@bold-sartorial-statement
ay yo show ur husband
“John Mulaney: Kid Gorgeous Prompts
“It’s time. Any Questions?”
“It’s really tragic”
“I wonder who that used to be?”
“Let’s change the subject!”
“Forget about that poor sonuvabitch”
“Tell him we’re here.”
“I guess they’re finally gonna kill us all. Alright.”
“I’m here to tell you there’s hope.”
“None of that matters, but it’s important to me that you know that.”
“He did not look like his job description”
“Shut up, you’re all gonna die.”
“The man with the mustache told me to do it.”
“You kids have no upper body strength”
“Okay, when you get kidnapped…”
“I thought I was gonna be murdered my entire childhood.”
“I thought our transaction was over.”
“I didn’t drink water the entire time.”
“Do my friends hate me or do I just need to go to sleep?”
“Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you?”
“I am now gross.”
“That’s how much I hate that shit”
“I get grumpy about some things.”
“Tonight’s no good, how ‘bout Wednesday.”
“Famous people are weird as shit.”
“May I look at my stuff please?”
“I smell a robot.”
“Think about that for two minutes and tell me you don’t just want to walk into the ocean.”
“It’s doesn’t matter why, but I was sitting in a gazebo.”
“Last November, the strangest thing happened…”
“Everyone, everywhere, is super mad about everything, all the time!”
“He’s as confused as you are.”
“I didn’t know he knew how to do that.”
“We’re well past that.”
“First of all, get out of here with your facts.”
“Because I wasn’t paying attention!”
“I’m allowed to make fun of my [spouse], I asked [her/him/them] and [she/he/they] said yes.”
“What do you think those guys are celebrating.”
“Oh, nonono, we all know that.”
“Whoa, what’s this place?”
“Your story doesn’t have a lot of details.”
“We don’t know our lines for shit.”
“God can’t hear you.”
Freya Was Jacked
So there’s this story in Norse mythology, Þrymskviða. Compressed down, it goes like this: A Jotun steal Thor’s hammer Mjolnir and says he’ll only give it back if he’s given Freyja to marry, as she is the most beautiful goddess in all of existence. The gods argue over what to do for a while before Heimdall suggests they stick a bridal veil on Thor, says he’s Freyja, and pretend they’re giving Freyja (Thor) to the Jotun to marry so Thor can get close enough to the Jotun to steal Mjolnir back.
Now typically when people talk about this story, it’s with an element of disbelieving comedy. “Oh my god, who would believe Thor was a woman, let alone Freyja, the most beautiful goddess in the world?”
But I propose a different way to look at the story.
See, different cultures have different beauty standards. Modern western beauty standards may be a delicate hourglass supermodel, but that’s not always been the case. Greece, for instance, depicted Aphrodite like this:
Yeah. A Greek sculptor was told “sculpt the goddess of beauty” and they thought “alright, fat rolls, that’s where beauty is at, let’s do this”. And everybody else apparently agreed with them, because up went the statue. Beauty is a malleable concept is what I’m getting at.
Now this is where it becomes relevant that Freyja is not just the goddess of love, sex, and beauty. She’s also the goddess of war. And the righteous dead. Goddess of war in the same Viking warrior culture that gave us shield maidens, women who wielded seven fucking kilogram (15 lbs) shields in combat.
Sooooo … when the Norse storytellers said, “This is Freyja, goddess of war and the righteous dead, who rode giant murder cats into battle, she is the most beautiful goddess in the world”, I’m guessing they weren’t thinking of her as some willowy waif. No, I’m guessing they probably thought more along the lines of:
190 cm (6′3″), broad shoulders, built like a brick shithouse, with a jawline like whoa, and fully capable of murdering everything in her path.
Put in that context, the story of Thor dressing up as Freyja sounds less like a punchline about “how could anyone ever mistake Thor in a veil for Freyja?” and becomes more a case of “ohhhhhhhhhhh, no wonder all the gods thought this plan would work”.
It did, by the way. The plan totally worked.
Historian and Feminist Scholar Gerda Lerner
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i saw a lot on your twitter about gun control, which is wonderful and i'm so happy you're for it. anyway, my parents say i'm too young to actually go to protests. do you know any other way i can make scott summers and emma gonzalez proud and protest without being able to march??
Oh, my gosh, @eggosandxmen, I am so excited about this question!
SOME BACKGROUND: I am pretty literally a lifelong activist. I was born in 1982 and grew up in the peace movement; some of my first conscious memories are of marches and rallies.
Which is how I know that 90% of activist work is behind the scenes.
This is also where most of the volunteer opportunities exist! Whatever skills and passions you bring, odds are pretty good that someone could use ‘em. Here is a handful of not-marching work I’ve done over the years, with the caveat that they are the scant tip of a huuuuuge iceberg:
-Fundraising (business and private; phone banks, in-person, and a zillion other avenues; organizing sales; etc.)
-Logistics (figuring out what needs to happen when and where; and what it’ll take to pull that off; and making sure that the right pieces in the right combination at the right time.)
-Support (Food, first-aid, accessibility, tech, general troubleshooting, childcare, administration, filing, etc. Think all the background material and service stuff necessary to pull off a successful large-scale protest or sustained activist work.)
-Information and PR (writing press releases and other materials, graphic and web design, liasing with press, etc.)
One advantage of the stuff I’m talking about is that it’s fundamentally all-ages friendly, generally safe, and often at least somewhat schedule-flexible: even the more time-intensive jobs can be broken into shift work, which makes them a lot more student-friendly than they might otherwise be.
Some activist groups and orgs have regular rosters for stuff like this. With younger and more grassroots movements, it might be up to you to look for a gap and then step in to fill it.
FINALLY, I have one more suggestion, which is a bit outside the scope of your question:
Consider asking your parents to march with you.
When parents say you’re too young for something, what they generally mean is that they are worried you’ll be hurt. Sometimes that worry is valid; sometimes it’s not; sometimes the thing is worth doing anyway, and they’ll understand; sometimes they won’t.
But.
If you get along okay with you parents and think they might listen, I’d highly recommend asking them to do this stuff with you. This is a youth-led movement, and that’s good and important, and youth need to stay front and center; but ultimately, it is and should be an issue of intergenerational concern. And if you frame it that way to your folks–that this is something important to you to be part of; and that it’s something you’d like them to be part of, too–they might be more receptive to you being involved in more capacities than they otherwise would.
Now go raise some hell!
XOJ
Iceland’s mother tongue and cultural identity is drowning in an online ocean of English
An interesting article about Icelandic and digital minoritization:
Unlike most languages, when Icelandic needs a new word it rarely imports one. Instead, enthusiasts coin a new term rooted in the tongue’s ancient Norse past: a neologism that looks, sounds and behaves like Icelandic.
The Icelandic word for computer, for example, is tölva, a marriage of tala, which means number, and völva, prophetess. A web browser is vafri, derived from the verb to wander. Podcast is hlaðvarp, something you “charge” and “throw”.
This makes Icelandic quite special, a language whose complex grammar remains much as it was a millennium ago and whose vocabulary is unadulterated, but which is perfectly comfortable coping with concepts as 21st-century as a touchscreen.
But as old, pure and inventive as it may be, as much as it is key to Icelanders’ sense of national and cultural identity, Icelandic is spoken today by barely 340,000 people - and Siri and Alexa are not among them.
In an age of Facebook, YouTube and Netflix, smartphones, voice recognition and digital personal assistants, the language of the Icelandic sagas – written on calfskin between AD1200 and 1300 – is sinking in an ocean of English.
“It’s called ‘digital minoritisation’,” said Eiríkur Rögnvaldsson, a professor of Icelandic language and linguistics at the University of Iceland. “When a majority language in the real world becomes a minority language in the digital world.”
Secondary school teachers already report 15-year-olds holding whole playground conversations in English, and much younger children tell language specialists they “know what the word is” for something they are being shown on the flashcard, but not in Icelandic.
Read the whole thing.
ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs—ᴜɴɪᴛᴇ!
ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 20 ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ᴀ ғᴜɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ—ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴛ ɪs! ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴛs 30. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.
ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢs—ɪғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ɪs 30+ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ sᴏ ᴜs “ᴏʟᴅɪᴇs” ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!
[insp.]