The Reciprocal Relationship Between Man and Nature by Bernth Uhno, 1978
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The Reciprocal Relationship Between Man and Nature by Bernth Uhno, 1978
Lexi Lee Schnabel (American), Who Goes There, 2024, Oil on canvas
Title: Morning Glories Artist: Torajirō Kojima (1881-1929) Date: between 1916 and 1920 Genre: garden painting, genre art Movement: Impressionism Medium: oil on canvas Dimensions: 197.2 cm (77.6 in) high x 131.5 cm (51.7 in) wide Location: Ohara Museum of Art, Kurashiki, Okayama Prefecture, Japan
Torajirō Kojima, from the village of Shimohara in Okayama Prefecture, was an important figure in Japanese Impressionism. He studied first at the Tokyo School of Fine Arts (Tōkyō bijutsu gakkō), then, from 1908, at the Académie royale des beaux-arts de Gand, Belgium. He was commissioned in 1924 to paint a fresco in honor of the Emperor Meiji but died before its completion; it was finished by his friend Shigeru Yoshida.
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~ The Mentor: A Little Book for the Guidance of Such Men and Boys as Would Appear to Advantage in the Society of Persons of the Better Sort, Alfred Ayres, 1884
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No one has asked, but yes: the Bicentennial was fun. And joyous. And a happy celebration of the idea of America if not always its reality.
The 250th is just a drag. I’m sorry for those of you who missed a real party.
And for a period of time, we will be lied to about how the 250th was great and all opinions to the contrary are malicious.
FRIEDRICH, Caspar David Wreck in the Moonlight c. 1835 Oil on canvas, 31,3 x 42,5 cm Nationalgalerie, Berlin
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The FBI cut the phone lines during the 1977 disability rights sit-in. Then they turned off the hot water.
They locked the doors from the outside. One hundred and fifty people were trapped on the fourth floor. Half of them used wheelchairs. The government assumed they would leave.
Kitty Cone was thirty-three. She had muscular dystrophy. Her muscles were failing, but her logistics were flawless. She knew how to organize people.
The federal government had promised to sign regulations protecting disabled Americans from discrimination. The policy was known as Section 504. They printed the promise on paper. Then they stalled. Without a signature, it was just typography.
The protesters entered the regional Health, Education, and Welfare building in San Francisco on a Tuesday morning. They took the elevators to the director's office. They brought sleeping bags and catheters. They informed the staff they were not leaving until the law was signed.
By sunset, the police surrounded the exits. Kitty sat near the windows. She organized the floor plan. She assigned committees for security and sanitation. She kept her medication in a small cooler.
According to federal memorandums released decades later, the strategy to end the occupation relied on medical attrition. The building was not equipped for long-term habitation. The FBI calculated that a population requiring ventilators, specialized diets, and daily medical aides would voluntarily evacuate if the environment became sufficiently hostile. They instituted a blockade.
The blockade went into effect immediately. No food deliveries allowed. No medical supplies permitted through the lobby. Guards stood at the main doors checking identification.
Kitty's muscles deteriorated faster under the physical strain. She couldn't walk. When the phone lines went dead, the fourth floor lost contact with the press. The government waited for the quiet.
Kitty dropped to the floor. She realized the barricades were designed for standing adults. The police had blocked the hallways at waist height. They hadn't blocked the linoleum.
The floors were covered in cigarette ash and spilled coffee. She dragged her body through it. She crawled under the barricades to reach the restricted elevator shafts and unguarded offices.
She carried notes in her pockets. She found a single working payphone the FBI missed. She called the local news desks. She called the mayor's office.
She crawled back. When her arms failed, someone pulled her by her ankles. The Black Panthers heard the news reports. They crossed the police lines with hot meals. The FBI could not stop them without a riot.
They shut off the elevators, so she crawled.
The occupation lasted twenty-five days. It remains the longest non-violent occupation of a federal building in American history. On April 28, the Secretary of HEW signed the regulations without a single alteration.
The protesters left the building the next morning. They went back to their apartments. The Rehabilitation Act regulations laid the groundwork for every accessibility law that followed. The HEW building still stands on United Nations Plaza. The elevators run on a schedule. The doors are heavy glass.
Kitty Cone: the woman who crawled under the barricades.
Source: Kitty Cone's oral history, Bancroft Library.
Verified via: National Museum of American History.
(Some details summarized for brevity.)
Kitty Cone crawling for change
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There is a series featuring Anubis as its motif/main character, where Anubis travels through Japan and the world, encountering yokai and people along the way.
Hey. Don’t cry. “I fell in love with a lovely kitten. That kitten was myself.” and “I am happy because everyone loves me.” by Louis Wain, okay?
I’m watching that documentary “Before Stonewall” about gay history pre-1969, and uncovered something which I think is interesting.
The documentary includes a brief clip of a 1954 televised newscast about the rise of homosexuality. The host of the program interviewed psychologists, a police officer, and one “known homosexual”. The “known homosexual” is 22 years old. He identifies himself as Curtis White, which is a pseudonym; his name is actually Dale Olson.
So I tracked down the newscast. According to what I can find, Dale Olson may have been the first gay man to appear openly on television and defend his sexual orientation. He explains that there’s nothing wrong with him mentally and he’s never been arrested. When asked whether he’d take a cure if it existed, he says no. When asked whether his family knows he’s gay, he says that they didn’t up until tonight, but he guesses they’re going to find out, and he’ll probably be fired from his job as well. So of course the host is like …why are you doing this interview then? and Dale Olson, cool as cucumber pie, says “I think that this way I can be a little useful to someone besides myself.”
1954. 22 years old. Balls of pure titanium.
Despite the pseudonym, Dale’s boss did indeed recognize him from the TV program, and he was promptly fired the next day. He wrote into ONE magazine six months later to reassure readers that he had gotten a new job at a higher salary.
Curious about what became of him, I looked into his life a little further. It turns out that he ultimately became a very successful publicity agent. He promoted the Rocky movies and Superman. Not only that, but get this: Dale represented Rock Hudson, and he was the person who convinced him to disclose that he had AIDS! He wrote the statement Rock read. And as we know, Rock Hudson’s disclosure had a very significant effect on the national conversation about AIDS in the U.S.
It appears that no one has made the connection between Dale Olson the publicity agent instrumental in the AIDS debate and Dale Olson the 22-year-old first openly gay man on TV. So I thought I’d make it. For Pride month, an unsung gay hero.
RATING: RELIABLE
you can listen to the clip of the 1954 interview here and find him on wikipedia here
“At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.”
—Abraham Lincoln
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Justice League Unlimited #20 (2026) DC Pride variant by Jessica Fong
this is going around twitter rn but im also super curious: please tell me your top four comfort movies that you’re always down to watch bc my friend thinks mine are ridiculous and now we’ve realised everyone’s version of “comfort” is hilariously different
The three musketeers is the movie I’ve seen most times in cinema … maybe four? (I was 14 when it came out) and countless times after that. I often quote it but no one else gets it…
My Neighbor Totoro – Possibly the sweetest, gentlest film ever made.
Singin’ in the Rain – Gene Kelly swinging around that lamppost is pure, unadulterated joy.
Ed Wood – One reviewer remarked that Martin Landau “didn’t so much play Bela Lugosi as channel his spirit”. As a huge Lugosi fan, I’m inclined to agree.
Robot Monster – Because the best comedies are those that never meant to be comedies. Yes, it’s about the end of the world, but that’s only a prelude to a guy in a gorilla suit and diving helmet chasing two kids around Bronson Canyon. Must be seen to be believed.
Porco Rosso — everyone has their comfort Ghibli and this one’s mine
The Lady Eve / Palm Beach Story — either/or Preston Sturges silliness (Sullivan’s Travels also ranks)
Police Story 1 or 2 — for when you need action but don’t feel like moving
Tokyo Godfathers — The Perfect Christmas Movie
Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring — the general softness of the world (at least in the Shire) and the feeling of community and peace of Hobbiton feels like being wrapped in a soft blanket.
Pride & Prejudice (2005) — everyone is very pretty and gives me immense bi-panic, and the music is delightful and look sometimes I just enjoy watching two idiots figure out they have feelings for each other.
Mad Max: Fury Road — most prior comfort movies were action flicks (Dredd, Fight Club, Priest, etc.) and that hasn’t completely gone by the wayside yet; I used to take a lot of comfort in violence, and while that also hasn’t completely gone away either, the odd sense of hopefulness in the film is what draws me in.
Spirited Away — there are a lot of excellent Ghibli films, but Spirited Away has the leg up of also having a personal history for me. It was the first Ghibli film I got to see in theaters.