Wylie Beckert's mock book cover for Piranesi by Susanna Clarke
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Wylie Beckert's mock book cover for Piranesi by Susanna Clarke
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The Ring: If I had a quarter for every time a hobbit picked me up, Iād have two quarters.Ā The Ring: Which isnāt a lot, but itās weird that it happened twice.
Of all the bearers of Sauronās ring, 4 of them were hobbits.
I was wrong. Itās 5. Not 4
The lineage of ring bearers is as follows.
Sauron.
Isildur
Deagol
SmƩagol
Bilbo
Frodo
Samwise
I love how Deagol counts as a ring bearer even though he had it in his possession for all of like five seconds
He held it for the rest of of his life!
[Image description: Tweet by @banalplay saying ābut something happened then that the ring did not intend. it was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable: a hobbit, the same fuckin thing that just had it for like 500 years.ā End Image Description.] Link to original here. Otherwise reblogging for the final rb there, which made me cackle.
From the ringās perspective:
1. Home, the finger of my creator and other self.
2. Well, I donāt like it but I can work with this. Cause some trouble, get some revenge, find my way home, this is fine.
3. What the fuck is you?
4. Right personality, wrong species, I donāt know what you are but I hate you and I donāt know why youāre so resistant to my powers.
5. NO NO NO there are goblins everywhere how did I find another one of THESE horrible things. This oneās even more resistant than the last one and also disgustingly nice. I suffer.
6. Listen, Iāll cooperate, just get me the fuck out of this hellhole full of small cheerful people my power doesnāt work on properly. No, not like that. I hate you. Please stop.Ā
7. FUCK
8. (Frodo again) I still hate you with every molecule of my mortal form but at least youāre not number seven. Think Iām starting to get through finally.Ā
9. (Smeagol again) YES itās you I actually missed you now get me back to the Master and NO FUCK NO I HATE YOOOOUUUUUā¦. *fzt*Ā
you CHAIN The One Ring?! you chain it like the prisoner?! oh! OH! trauma! deep psychological trauma for hobbits for One Thousand Years!
There is a method of growing rhubarb known as āforcingā where the plant grows in complete darkness and is tended to in candlelight. It grows so quickly during this process that you can hear it grow. [1, 2]
Thanks! I hate it.
What kind of horror movie shit is this?
P l a n t
I didnāt think it was possible to make a torture chamber for plants and yet
Anyways, hereās a soundcloud link of forced rhubarb:
https://soundcloud.com/rhubarb-rhubarb-rhubarb/a-mass-of-popping-rhubarb
Who tf figured that out though?!?
The British.
They ran out of ways to torture people so they invented ways to torture plants.
Iām trying to look up the history, since bean said it was the British, and heās right since it was first done in 1817 in the Chelsea Physic Garden, originally named the Apothecaries Garden in 1673 by the Worshipful Society of Apothecaries for plants for medicinal uses, which rhubarb was used for as well.
As for the why⦠I think it was just one of those old things ofĀ āwhy not?ā.
I found a website that describes it, and it is interesting.
Especially this part:
Specifically, itās noted that rhubarb thrives in cold, wet weather which, jokey stereotypes aside, is pretty much what the weather is like in Britain for several months of the year. In addition, itās noted that rhubarb grows especially well in nitrogen rich soil which is also quite handily found in abundance in Britain.
This all brings us to the whole candlelit harvesting thing. At some point, farmers realised that rhubarbās trademark tartness could be eliminated if the plant was grown in the dark at a certain stage, and that the act of doing this actually made the stalks of the plant taste sweet, negating the need for sugar to be added to dishes containing it.
With this information in hand, farmers quickly developed and subsequently refined the process of growing rhubarb in the dark. For example, it was eventually realised that rhubarb could be āforcedā to grow by subjecting an immature plant to frost, which nobody had ever really tried before since frost is normally a death sentence for many plants. However, with rhubarb, this merely, as one rhubarb expert notes, āmakes the rhubarb crown break its winter dormancy and stimulate the conversion of starch stored in the rhubarb crown to glucoseā.
Normally this glucose is used by the entire plant during growth. However, by putting the rhubarb in total darkness at a certain stage, the leaves of plant will be anaemic and wilted, resulting in all of that delicious glucose being left in the plantās stalk, hence why rhubarb grown in this manner is so much sweeter than rhubarb grown via more traditional means.
Naturally, once this was discovered, farmers began growing rhubarb in specially constructed āforcing shedsā which were kept in total darkness and kept warm by whatever means they had available. Prior to this, the rhubarb was and still is simply left in a field for around two years to allow the roots to grow while periodically being covered in nitrogen rich fertiliser. Ā In the 18th century, the fertiliser used was mostly manure and something known as shoddy (essentially discarded woolen fibres) sourced from wool manufacturers. Today, however, farmers mostly use manure which in addition to being cheap and plentiful, stops thieves stealing the rhubarb.
oh fuck that soundcloud link. imagine hearing this in the dead of night
some of my favorite soundcloud comments
I recently watched with great interest as my partner energetically dug up and removed an unwanted rhubarb crown, covered the crater with several layers of cardboard, installed a raised bed over it and planted it up with vegetables. For the past few months, every few days, more young, tender rhubarb shoots force their way up amongst beetroot - ripping them out generated more food of better quality than we harvested off the remaining plants. Weāve unwittingly discovered an infinite rhubarb hack. While all the rest of the rhubarb moved out of edibility range by late August, the spite plant is still producing baby-in-springtime quality shoots in reasonable quantities.
Dr Glass pondered upon this, mildly provoked, cut the remaining rhubarb down to the ground and tacked black plastic over them - the reasoning being that if it forces the rhubarb weāll enjoy it more, and if it kills it entirely, heāll have more room for gooseberries. It is the rhubarbās move now. I expect this experimental dance of mutual spite will last many years and generate much in the way of biomass.
Vines and Flowers Intertwine with an Imposing Skeleton in an Elegant Graphite Drawing by Guno Park
the dubious philosophy of salmon
the number of people who have looked at this is officially too large a number
When they catch you, they will kill you. But first. They must catch you.
Anne Carson & motherhood
HannibalĀ (2013-2015)Ā //Ā Interview With the VampireĀ (1994)
Will Grahamās batshit leaps in deduction are so much more valid and interesting than BBC Sherlockās so called reasoning. Sherlock would go on some pouty big brain tirade about how the killer is clearly the cousin based off the imprint of the dust layer and the way he turns on lamps meaning he has a meth habit and a need to kill or smth whilst our boy Will Graham just stares off into space, starts vibrating and perspiring like a wet excitable dog and then simply announces terrifying shit like āhad to cut you open to get a decent sound out of you⦠anyway the killer is a violin stringerā
Being a leftist and a woman is hard sometimes bc it's like hey homeless guy who always seats the door of my grocery store! I do believe you have a right to basic necessities and decency but you once yelled at a friend of mine to give you her panties so I actually don't want to say hello
Itās the way he has all the receipts for me
HOW????? HOW IS HE REAL?????? HOW ARE ALL HIS SHENANIGANS REAL????? AND HE HAS RECEIPTS!!!!!! ALWAYS!!!!!!
Your life will never be as rich as this man's.
George Sand (Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin)Ā in herĀ letter to Gustave Flaubert dated 27 June 1870, featured in The George Sand-Gustave Flaubert letters
Eating Alone
by Li-Young Lee
Iāve pulled the last of the yearās young onions. The garden is bare now. The ground is cold, brown and old. What is left of the day flames in the maples at the corner of my eye. I turn, a cardinal vanishes. By the cellar door, I wash the onions, then drink from the icy metal spigot. Once, years back, I walked beside my father among the windfall pears. I canāt recall our words. We may have strolled in silence. But I still see him bend that wayāleft hand braced on knee, creakyāto lift and Ā hold to my eye a rotten pear. In it, a hornet spun crazily, glazed in slow, glistening juice. It was my father I saw this morning waving to me from the trees. I almost called to him, until I came close enough to see the shovel, leaning where I had left it, in the flickering, deep green shade. White rice steaming, almost done. Sweet green peas fried in onions. Shrimp braised in sesame oil and garlic. And my own loneliness. What more could I, a young man, want.
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@jupitermelichios replied to your post āOh I've made a TERRIBLE mistake, I thought I was...ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā i'm so sorry this is happening - from experience...
thank you so much! I kept replying and I think the op must have gotten frustrated and blocked me or disabled comments (since it was on tiktok and you can do that over there). either way all the notifications were gone when I checked this morning, so itās a happy ending in my book