Detail of The Roses of Heliogabalus, 1888, by Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1836-1912)

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Detail of The Roses of Heliogabalus, 1888, by Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1836-1912)
Sea Landscapes by Japanese artist Fujishima Takeji (1867-1943)
The Sea at Sunrise l Oarai l Waves l Sunrise at the Port of Kobe
Falling Star, 1884, by Witold Pruszkowski (1846-1896)
âThe Hated Flower,â made from thousands of real flowers, by artist Rebecca Louise Law, at the Coningsby Gallery, in London.
Fun Story: My director kept telling me and my tenor sax buddy to play softer. No matter what we did, it wasnât soft enough for him. So getting frustrated, I told my buddy âDont play this time. Just fake itâÂ
Our Band Director then informed us we sounded perfect.Â
To my readers: âpâ means quiet, âppâ means really quiet. Iâve never seen âppppâ before haha.
On the contrast, âfâ means loud, and âffffâ probably means so loud you go unconscious.
I had ffff in a piece once and my conductor told me to play as loudly as physically possible without falling off my chairâŚ
Me and my trombone buddies had âffffâ and he sat next to me and played so hard that he fell out of his chair.
The lengths we go for music.
Okay yeah so I play the bass clarinet and the amount of air you have to move and the stiffness of the reed means it only has two settings and that is loud and louder, with an optional LOUDEST that includes a 50% probability of HORRIBLE CROAKING NOISE which is the bass equivalent of the ubiquitous clarinet shriek.
One day, when I was in concert band in high school, we got a new piece handed out for the first time, and there was a strange little commotion back in the tuba section â whispering, and pointing at something in the music, and swatting at each otherâs hands all shhh donât call attention to it. And although they did attract the attention of basically everyone else in the band, they managed to avoid being noticed by the band director, who gave us a few minutes to look over our parts and then said, âAll right, letâs run through it up to section A.â
And here we are, cheerfully playing along, sounding reasonably competent â but everyone, when they have the attention to spare, is keeping an eye on the tuba players. They donât come in for the first eight measures or so, and then when they do come in, what we see is:
[stifled giggling]
[reeeeeeally deep breath]
[COLOSSAL FOGHORN NOISE]
The entire band stops dead, in the cacophonous kind of way that a band stops when it hasnât actually been cued to stop. The band director doesnât even say anything, just looks straight back at the tubas and makes a helpless sort of why gesture.
In unison, the tuba players defend themselves: âTHERE WERE FOUR FâS.â
FFFF is not really a rational dynamic marking for any instrument, but for the love of all that is holy why would you put it in a tuba part.
This is the best band postÂ
Everyone else go home
Oh man, so I play trombone, and we got this piece called Florentiner Marsch by Julius Fucik, and we saw this
which is 8 fortes. We were shocked until,
that is 24 fortes who the fuck does that
Who does that?
This guy. Take a good look - that is the moustache of a man with nothing to lose.
Julius IdontgivaFucik
More like Julius Fuckit
Pyrozodâs tags for this were too hilarious not to share
I havenât been in band for years but this made me laugh so hard
I havenât seen this post in ages and Iâm dying of laughter
I didnât think it could get better after The Foghorn Tuba Story, but it did. It got better. Bless you, MusicTumblr.
every time i see this i laugh so iâm reblogging it so i can laugh at it every day thank you and goodnight
OMG Iâm in tears Iâm laughing so hard! XD
Based on the history of how China treats its dissidents, Google could soon be complicit in the state-sponsored torture and murder of people for their political and religous views.
Last week, it was reported that a senior scientist at Google, Jack Poulson did the right thingand resigned from his high-paying job over his employerâs decision to support censorship in China. âI am forced to resign in order to avoid contributing to, or profiting from, the erosion of protection for dissidents,â he said.
The senior scientist blew the whistle last month after the Intercept revealed through leaked documents that the internet behemoth planned to launch a censored version of its search engine in Chine that will blacklist websites and search terms about human rights, democracy, religion, and peaceful protest.
After unsuccessfully pleading with his bosses to stop the implementation of this censorship platform Google is creating, Poulson tendered his resignation.
He felt it was his âethical responsibility to resign in protest of the forfeiture of our public human rights commitments,â he said.
The insidious nature of supporting such tyrannical censorship speaks for itself. However, Google apparently couldnât care less about the implications and are reportedly moving forward with the initiative anyway.
Remember they literally removed âdonât be evilâ from their polities a while ago
âTragedy and silence often have the exact same address.â
â Rudy Francisco, âComplainersâ
The place I come from is beautiful.
Sheesh Mahal, Pakistan.
Augusta Savage (1892â1962)
A prominent name in the Harlem Renaissance movement, Augusta Savage was not just an artist, but also an important Civil Rights activist.
While Augusta showed a passion for art at a very young age, her religious father disapproved greatly. She never let her familyâs opinions deter her, as she continued to refine her talents and accepted encouragement elsewhere. Her talent and hardwork did not go ignored, as she enrolled in tuition-free Cooper Union and even received a scholarship which covered living expenses. However, as clearly gifted as Augusta was, many could not see past her race. After completing her schooling, she applied for an art program in France, and was rejected due to her race. Rather than let her set this back, she used her experience to draw attention to these hateful prejudices.
Augusta was finally able to travel and become even more well-known as she received fellowships and grants which allowed her to travel over Europe, later returning to a poor America as the Great Depression was in full effect. Commissions were lacking during this time, but it did not slow Augusta. She opened a studio in 1932, became the first black artist to join the National Association of Women Painters and Sculptors, and was a founding member of the Harlem Artistsâ Guild.
By the time of her death, in the 1960âs, Augusta Savage was almost completely forgotten and was far from a famous name at the time. Thankfully, she is remembered today for her Civil Rights achievements through art.
Above: Bust of Gwendolyn Knight, who was a close friend of Augusta, one of her most famous busts: Gamin (1929), and The Harp (1939). The Harp, also known as Lift Every Voice and Sing, was created for the 1939 New York Worldâs Fair. It was extremely popular, but was destroyed with the other installations at the end of the event.
Gordon Parks, Helen Frankenthaler, 1956
Helen Frankenthaler, Sea Picture with Black 1959
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Celtic god/ghost Herne the Hunter
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor Forest,
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great raggâd horns;
And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle,
And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a
chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner.
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld Receivâd,
and did deliver to our age,
This tale of Herne the Hunter for a truth.
â William Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor
âSee how quickly you become a mouth again? A cavity? A temple and brothel, both cathedral and jezebel?â
â Venessa Marco, âPatriarchyâ
HELLO???
how embarrassing for him
So I'm on hour ~55 of my first 5mcg/per hr buprenorphine patch. I'm still needing to take an additional 100mg of Tramadol SR to placate the pain. It's suppose to take four days to actually begin to work and I'm like, already experiencing side effects, like break through pain, hardcore nausea, bloating and abdominal cramping and distension. Oh and itchiness. So. Itchy. I've taken my trick combo of telfast and zantac (obvs not taking at same time in case of compromising dat bioavaliability) so that's making it bearable. It has also ruined my appetite which is irritating because I had just gotten used to eating again since the living hell that virus was and whatever the hell was going on with my bacterial infection switching from sinus to lungs for the first time in years. Idk is it all worth it?? The current strength of the Patch, according to medical equivalence to opioids and opioid agonists, seems exactly the same as the tramadol, im actually concerned the Patch will be ironically inferior to the tramadol. Ughhhh.
I want you all to know that an Arab Muslim from Tunis proposed the Theory of Evolution near 600 years before Charles Darwin even took his first breath. Donât let them erase you.
his name is Ibn Khaldun
Also, it was not the apple falling from a tree that made Issac Newton âdiscoverâ gravity. He was reading the books of Ibn Al Haytham, an Arab Muslim from Iraq, who pioneered the scientific method, discovered gravity and wrote about the laws governing the movement of bodies (now known as Newtons three laws of motion) some 600 years before Newton existed. Without him, modern science as we know it wouldnât exist. Read on him. His achievements are far greater than what Iâve just mentioned here.
#no offense but arabs literally invented chemistry and algebra and we came up with the concept of the camera #the cataract operation thatâs still practiced today was invented by an Arab #we created alchemy and the wright brothers used abbas ibn firnasâ findings and writings to build on to create a plane #I could go on and on and on #pls donât erase our scientific history
I reblog this post every time I see it
We fucking replaced a Muslim scientist with an apple?
In the middle ages, THE place to go for an education was the middle East, or, failing that, Spain. The Muslim world didnât have the same limits placed on scientific inquiry that the Christian world did, and since they were willing to look at more than just Aristotole and actually compare texts to the observable world, they had some incredible scientific and mathematical advancements. And street lights and toilets. I mean theories and algebra are great and all, but street lights and toilets. In the 12th century. Also medical advancements, and fewer rules against women studying. Hell, women *should* be the ones studying the female body, would you rather a woman see your female relatives, or some old man? Would you rather have someone who lives in the same kind of body, or one who has no first hand idea what the parts can do?
Europeans erased centuries of knowledge from the East because of fear. When we ârediscoveredâ it, we were still too egotistical to admit that non-whites could have been smarter, so we invented our own mythology.
Bring credit back where itâs due. Honor the true pioneers.
A Pennsylvania museum has solved the mystery of a Renaissance portrait in an investigation that spans hundreds of years, layers of paint and the murdered daughter of an Italian duke.
Among the works featured in the Carnegie Museumâs exhibit Faked, Forgotten, Found is a portrait of Isabella de'Medici, the spirited favorite daughter of Cosimo de'Medici, the first Grand Duke of Florence, whose face hadnât seen the light of day in almost 200 years.
Isabella Mediciâs strong nose, steely stare and high forehead plucked of hair, as was the fashion in 1570, was hidden beneath layers of paint applied by a Victorian artist to render the work more saleable to a 19th century buyer.
The result was a pretty, bland face with rosy cheeks and gently smiling lips that Louise Lippincott, curator of fine arts at the museum, thought was a possible fake.
Before deciding to deaccession the work, Lippincott brought the painting, which was purportedly of Eleanor of Toledo, a famed beauty and the mother of Isabella de'Medici, to the Pittsburgh museumâs conservator Ellen Baxter to confirm her suspicions.
Baxter was immediately intrigued. The womanâs clothing was spot-on, with its high lace collar and richly patterned bodice, but her face was all wrong, âlike a Victorian cookie tin box lid,â Baxter told Carnegie Magazine.
After finding the stamp of Francis Needham on the back of the work, Baxter did some research and found that Needham worked in National Portrait Gallery in London in the mid-1800s transferring paintings from wood panels to canvas mounts.
Paintings on canvas usually have large cracks, but the ones on the Eleanor of Toledo portrait were much smaller than would be expected.
Baxter devised a theory that the work had been transferred from a wood panel onto canvas and then repainted so that the womanâs face was more pleasing to the Victorian art-buyer, some 300 years after it had been painted.
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Christ men have been Photoshopping women to make us more âpleasingâ since for-fucking-ever.
Also, Isabella deâMedici is nice looking, but also has that look in her eye of all Medicis:Â âI havenât yet decided whether Iâm going to kick your ass, buy you and everything you own, or have sex with you. Perhaps all three.â
Itâs interesting the way the repaint has photoshop!Isabella affecting a slightly dreamy, docile gaze into the middle distance; sheâs dewy-faced and unthreateningly soft. But in the original, sheâs looking you right in the eye. She takes the male gaze and throws it right back at you. Thatâs a face that says go on, tell me Iâd be so pretty if only I had a little repaint, I dare you. Iâll fuck you up.
They also made her hand smaller and I canât tell if thatâs an urn or scepter in her hand but considering it was painted out I wouldnât be surprised if it was a symbol of power.
Oh, itâs a symbol of power alright. Sheâs a Medici, daughter of Cosimo I de Medici, First Grand Duke of Tuscany. The Medicis were the most powerful political family in Florence for almost forever. In Florence, the lines between politics, crime, warfare, and the Church were very blurry. They even managed, on four separate occasions, to get one of their own family members elected Pope, usually by very underhanded dealing with the cardinals. They had their fingers in every pie in Italy from 13th through 17th century.
In the case of Isabella, in order to secure an alliance with the Orsini family of Rome, she was married to Paolo Giordano I Orsini when she was 16. Contrary to popular belief, people in Renaissance Europe werenât all that into child brides, this was just about the politics, so she stayed at her fatherâs household in Florence until she was of appropriate age. And then she just sort of⌠never left. Her new husband had zero concept of money, and her dad actually kinda hated him even though he was the one who arranged the marriage in the first place. So Isabella and her 50,000 scudi dowry (at a time when the average Italian earned somewhere between 10 and 40 scudi a year) stayed in Florence. Because she never went to Rome to live with her husband, she enjoyed enormous freedom and power back in Florence. After her mother died, she basically stepped into the role of First Lady of Florence, and was considered one of the keenest political minds in Europe. She ruled what she wanted, bought what she wanted, and fucked who she wanted, with no one really able to tell her no.
She was eventually assassinated by her husband while she was on holiday at one of her familyâs country villas, probably because she was fucking her husbandâs cousin, Troilo Orsini. Well, she had an âaccidentâ while bathing, and Paolo Orsini said she must have drowned, but the coroner said she was strangled, and several servants swore they saw him do it. He might also have done it on the orders of Isabellaâs brother, Francesco Medici, since he was trying to consolidate his power as the next Grand Duke, and by all accounts she was definitely in his way because of her political savvy.
So yeah. She was a boss, and thatâs what makes it even more offensive that this Victorian sap tried to make her into this passive, skinny, doe-eyed wimp.