2019

Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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JBB: An Artblog!

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we're not kids anymore.

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i don't do bad sauce passes
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@ohstanley
2019
*listens to an album for the first time and enters a new era in my life*
Toad Words
Frogs fall out of my mouth when I talk. Toads, too.
It used to be a problem.
There was an incident when I was young and cross and fed up parental expectations. My sister, who is the Good One, has gold fall from her lips, and since I could not be her, I had to go a different way.
So I got frogs. It happens.
“You’ll grow into it,” the fairy godmother said. “Some curses have cloth-of-gold linings.” She considered this, and her finger drifted to her lower lip, the way it did when she was forgetting things. “Mind you, some curses just grind you down and leave you broken. Some blessings do that too, though. Hmm. What was I saying?”
I spent a lot of time not talking. I got a slate and wrote things down. It was hard at first, but I hated to drop the frogs in the middle of the road. They got hit by cars, or dried out, miles away from their damp little homes.
Toads were easier. Toads are tough. After awhile, I learned to feel when a word was a toad and not a frog. I could roll the word around on my tongue and get the flavor before I spoke it. Toad words were drier. Desiccated is a toad word. So is crisp and crisis and obligation. So are elegant and matchstick.
Frog words were a bit more varied. Murky. Purple. Swinging. Jazz.
I practiced in the field behind the house, speaking words over and over, sending small creatures hopping into the evening. I learned to speak some words as either toads or frogs. It’s all in the delivery.
Love is a frog word, if spoken earnestly, and a toad word if spoken sarcastically. Frogs are not good at sarcasm.
Toads are masters of it.
I learned one day that the amphibians are going extinct all over the world, that some of them are vanishing. You go to ponds that should be full of frogs and find them silent. There are a hundred things responsible—fungus and pesticides and acid rain.
When I heard this, I cried “What!?” so loudly that an adult African bullfrog fell from my lips and I had to catch it. It weighed as much as a small cat. I took it to the pet store and spun them a lie in writing about my cousin going off to college and leaving the frog behind.
I brooded about frogs for weeks after that, and then eventually, I decided to do something about it.
I cannot fix the things that kill them. It would take an army of fairy godmothers, and mine retired long ago. Now she goes on long cruises and spreads her wings out across the deck chairs.
But I can make more.
I had to get a field guide at first. It was a long process. Say a word and catch it, check the field marks. Most words turn to bronze frogs if I am not paying attention.
Poison arrow frogs make my lips go numb. I can only do a few of those a day. I go through a lot of chapstick.
It is a holding action I am fighting, nothing more. I go to vernal pools and whisper sonnets that turn into wood frogs. I say the words squeak and squill and spring peepers skitter away into the trees. They begin singing almost the moment they emerge.
I read long legal documents to a growing audience of Fowler’s toads, who blink their goggling eyes up at me. (I wish I could do salamanders. I would read Clive Barker novels aloud and seed the streams with efts and hellbenders. I would fly to Mexico and read love poems in another language to restore the axolotl. Alas, it’s frogs and toads and nothing more. We make do.)
The woods behind my house are full of singing. The neighbors either learn to love it or move away.
My sister—the one who speaks gold and diamonds—funds my travels. She speaks less than I do, but for me and my amphibian friends, she will vomit rubies and sapphires. I am grateful.
I am practicing reading modernist revolutionary poetry aloud. My accent is atrocious. Still, a day will come when the Panamanian golden frog will tumble from my lips, and I will catch it and hold it, and whatever word I spoke, I’ll say again and again, until I stand at the center of a sea of yellow skins, and make from my curse at last a cloth of gold.
Terri Windling posted recently about the old fairy tale of frogs falling from a girl’s lips, and I started thinking about what I’d do if that happened to me, and…well…
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You know how if you go through years and years of “best science fiction short stories”, every so often you find some short story you’ve never heard of before, but it’s just amazing and brilliant and leaves you wondering why you never read stories with that plot before? This is one of those.
Seriously, wow.
this made me smile.
i’m still smiling.
I love this one. Thank you.
Titanic (film) trivia: In order to achieve the “en pointe” ballet technique for the steerage party scene when Rose stands on her toes, a professional dancer was brought in for the close-up shots of her feet. For the wideshot, Kate was held up by wire.
Taste closed
Inspector, if you can’t find the murderer I suggest wrapping this up (yea)
i would watch an entire show of this
faerie dragon
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Psychic ramen shop!
“I can almost set my watch by how I’m going to feel at different stages of the process. It’s always identical, whether the movie ends up working or not. I think when you watch the dailies, the film that you shoot every day, you’re very excited by it and very optimistic about how it’s going to work. And when you see it the first time you put the film together, the roughest cut, is when you want to go home and open up your veins and get in a warm tub and just go away. And then it gradually, maybe, works its way back, somewhere toward that spot you were at before.”
Joel Coen (pictured with his brother Ethan on the set of Burn After Reading)
LGBT+ Vocabulary (English/Korean/German)
I am using vocab recommended by http://lgbtccneworleans.org/useful-vocabulary/
Translations come from Dirty Korean Everyday Slang, Dirty German, the Asian Health Services Medical Glossary, and various wikipedia articles (e.g. this page).
If you see any errors, just let me know
Ally
Androgynous 양성적/ 앤드로지너스 androgyn
Asexual 무성애의/ 무성애자 asexuell
Binary Gender System
Biological Sex 생물학적 성 das biologische Geschlect
Biphobia 양성애 혐오증 die Biphobie
Bisexual 양성애의/양성애자 bisexuell
Butch-Femme 부치- 펨 Butch-Femme
Cisgender 시스젠더 Cisgender
Coming Out 커밍 아읏
Drag 남자여자/여자남자 Dragqueen/Dragking
Feminism 페미니즘 der Feminismus
FTM 여자에서 남자로 성전환
Gay 게이 (남성 동건애자) schwul
Gender 성별
Gender Expression
Gender Identity 선별 정체성 die Geschlechtsidentität
Gender non-conforming 젠더 비순응 nicht geschlechtskonform
Genderqueer 젠더 퀴어 genderqueer
Heterosexual 이성애의/ 이성애자 hetereosexuell/Hete
Homosexual 동성애의/ 동성애자 homosexuell
Homophobia 동성애 혐오증 die Homophobie
Hormone Therapy 호르몬 요법 die Hormontherapie
Intersex 강성 intersexuel
Lesbian 레즈비언/ 여성 동성애자 die Lesbierin/ lesben
LGBT Community LGBT 공동제/ LGBT 거뮤니티 die LSBT-Gemeinschaft
MTF 남자에서 여자로 선전환
Partner 동잔자/ 파트너
Pansexual 범성애자 pansexuell
Passing passing
Polysexual polysexuell
Queer 퀴어 queer
Sexual Identity 성적 정체성 die Sexuelle Identität
Sexual Orientation 성적 성향 die sexuelle Orientierung
Transgender 트랜젠더 transgender
Transitioning 전한중
Transphobia
Transexual 성전환자 transexuell
mr heggie
Hikaru Yokota by Hikari Shibata
RECLAIMING MY TIME
this is art.
oh my goddd. I thought it was great from the beginning but it only gets better