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Vulture culture!, Theatre, and science nerd he/him Tortured by curiosity about everything

[goatsandgangsters]

an interesting linguistics find! so I'm reading this text from 1908 and it keeps referencing "hp" in the context of "not being at full hp" "applying your full hp to a task" etc

and I'm like....... okay that is a perfectly normal way to describe energy and reads totally clear to me, but I KNOW you don't mean hit points/health points which is the first place my brain goes, so what are YOU using hp to mean

and it's not explained in-text, which means it was common enough to not warrant explanation to the 1908 audience, so gotta look elsewhere

horsepower. turns out it's horsepower.

and I'm absolutely FASCINATED that a commonly used initialism from 1908 now stands for something different AND YET the contextual meaning is still the same to a 21st-century reader

I could hand this guy my nintendo switch and he'd be like, ah yes I understand, this ''''pokemon'''' loses horsepower throughout the fight

language is amazing

[princeofallbones]

how much mana did it cost you to write this down?

[princeofallbones]

ha fehérlófia bölcsészkarra járt volna akkor filolófiának hívták volna?

[princeofallbones]

Are you guys also familiar with that gut wrenching apathy that tears a hole inside your stomach and makes you want to cry out, but takes your voice away?

Are you guys also sometimes scorched by the desire to just be someone who you think has all the answers only to have to face the complete lack of them?

Or do you guys get comforted by someone telling you to cheer up.

[princeofallbones]

Your step-dad isn’t your dad, he’s a dad substitute made out of vegetable oils

[princeofallbones]

"Because the dead will come after me, who birthed, nurtured me and sang; Like space, dilates the mind. Songs all return to silence. Even loyalty slinks away as passes the love from my heart"

Whom I have told of my bliss... by Attila József

Pigeon on the face of the Košice Cathedral, Slovakia

[princeofallbones]

Thoughts on When We Dead Awken by Henrik Ibsen?

Theatre nerds, rise up! I want to strike up a conversation about this, (in my opinion at least, very underrated) Ibsen play. The character dynamics//relationships portrayed were very Ibsen-typical, in my opinion. The brutal honesty of the characters, and how emotional reaction to said honesty is only shown by action and not by words (by that I mean that characters stayed rational, or characteristically irrational with their replies) was very refreshing to me, I feel like it's not a common element in contemporary dramas.

As for the story, it was obviously heading towards the inevitable death of the main characters, it was bound to happen, it was set up by both the symbols used and the narrative itself. It was perfect, but I still found it somewhat unsatisfying. I didn't think a petty avalanche would be the thing that makes them meet their demise.

Also, to clarify, I have only read the play and have not yet seen any adaptations? How does one implement the more surreal elements of the play into stage design? (Wondering about the avalanche, specifically.)

I kind of feel like nobody's read/seen this play. Why is it so unpopular? I have read and seen many of Henrik Ibsen's works, and I personally find this one of his best. Why is it so unpopular? Is it because it's hard to adapt?

[princeofallbones]

Some more examples of the famous "zombie spiders" Found in the cellar of an abandoned home. They are just cellar spiders (Pholcus phalangioides) attacked by a specific type of fungus they're prone to nurture. The moist environment with little to no airflow makes it extremely easy for the fungus to spread from spider to spider. I tried for macro photos, but my light was trashy and the camera wouldn't pick up on the details. Will probably try again eventually.

I think death is fascinating and to be forever frozen while embraced by the fungus thriving out of your own mortal shell is beautiful. It's the same vessel, it's just a matter of who inhabits it.

[princeofallbones]

Parallels in the original castings of Shakespeare plays

One interesting thing about Shakespeare is that, as we know, he often wrote characters with a specific actor in mind, that would go o to play them (for example Hamlet his good friend, Richard Burbage. I could write an entire essay on why he was such a perfect fit for the character) This often made for very interesting situational puns during the first run of Hamlet. There are two great examples to prove this.

During Act 3 Scene 2, right after his argument with Ophelia, Hamlet asks Polonius (played by John Heminges) if he acted before, to which he replies that he did, and he played Caesar in Julius Caesar, and was killed by Brutus. The prince remarks how it must've been a 'brutal' role to kill such a 'capital a calf'. During The Globe's first year, one of it's first plays to be presented was Julius Caesar, actually starring John Heminges as Caesar, and Richard Burbage as Brutus This a great way to break the forth wall and cross-reference, but also to foreshadow the fact that Polonius will -yet again- will die by being stabbed to death by a character plaid by Richard Burbage.

The other parallel is at Ophelia's funeral, where Hamlet and Laertes begin fighting in Ophelia's grave. This is a callback to the time when same duo of actors (William Sly and Richard Burbage) previously played Paris and Romeo, who also start a fight in the mourning process of their mutual loved one, Juliet.

[aq2003]

the way hamlet acts in act 5 scene 1 juuuust clicked to me. like my impression was "smh my head he is so toxic, he did NOT love ophelia as much as laertes did, what is wrong with him" but actually i think the thing that sets him off isn't just laertes' display of grief, it's also how everyone takes it seriously. everyone treats ophelia's funeral like a funeral and is sympathetic to laertes and understanding of his desire to jump in a grave with her etc but these same people around hamlet expected him to celebrate his uncle's coronation and move on from his father's death at the same time. in that moment hamlet sees laertes as similar to the actor narrating priam's death in act 2 scene 2 and it makes him SO mad (and he regrets it later in act 5 scene 2 which is after he realizes laertes' emotions are as real as his own. probably why he calls him "brother" as well)

[horaitos]

“hamlet is about a whiny melodramatic indecisive-” hamlet is about someone whose last action is preventing the suicide of someone he loves

[princeofallbones]

what do y'all know about the 1921 german Hamlet silent film starring Asta Nielsen?

[tragedyposting]

Production of Hamlet where during the play scene Hamlet sets up a projector and puts on the Lion King

[princeofallbones]

INSECT OF THE DAY: the Wart-biter (Decticus verrucivorus)

Wart-biters are a type of bush-cricket. They grow up to 3-4 centimeters long, can fly if they get scared, and make a noise eerily similar to that of an accelerating bicycle. They get their name from the practice common throughout eighteen century Europe: getting rid of Warts by getting these guys to nibble on them

The upper two pictures: Adult male of the red morph.

The bottom two: Adult female of the green morph.

Might want to start a discussion about manipulated nature photographs: sorry for not being able to photograph them in their natural habitats

[abernathein]

Timothée

Chalamet is all fine and good i agree, but what about Timothée de Fombelle who wrote these amazing books about a three millimetres high kid who fights corporate fascism and rescues his family, lover and friends?????!!??

[princeofallbones]

FINALLY someone who appreciates Toby Alone as they're supposed to

[princeofallbones]

"Legend has it that the moss grows on The north side of the trees"

I love the tiny forests they create. The unmatched beauty of moss jungles always captured my attention.

One of my favorite childhood books, Toby Alone by Timothée de Fombelle had a character, a three milimeters tall lumberjack who made a living by chopping moss.

[princeofallbones]

Am I the only one who kind of feels weirded out by members of vulture culture who do not recognize and honor the creature that once was what you're holding in your hand? This post is inspired by someone I saw on a flea market close to my town selling multiple amalgamations made of the taxidermized skin of multiple different species sewn together to form these grotesque fox-headed creatures that had rats for limbs and pairs of pigeon wings.

I have nothing against art made of bones, skulls and animal remains, I love it, in fact. Nor do I have a problem with people having LOTS of skulls, I also have tons of them, for example. It just feels kind of wrong to line them up, pile them on top of each other. It feels as if I'm stripping them of their unique nature. There is this gorgeous bone chandelier in Prague that always gave me (a huge bone lover ofc) a sense of discomfort. Not because it is made of human bones, but because it's made of the bones of SO MANY people! One person's bones getting turned into chandelier wouldn't disturb me, but the fact that you can't do anything to tell which bones belong to who, to tell the people apart makes me feel like this is disrespect to them. People should be able to make whatever art they want, but where do we draw the line between art and the mockery of nature? There is so much beauty to be found in death. It would be a dream come true to be turned into art after my death, but I'd much rather have my skull be used in a performance of Hamlet than have my dead body sewn into a human centipede.

[princeofallbones]

I once went to a camp where they made us walk around the room, stop and stare in the eyes of whoever we met until we could find something beautiful in them. We also had to describe the beauty we found with a comparison.

It was surprisingly easy for me. There was this girl who looked exactly like splashing cold water on your scalp after running around in the summer. There was this other girl who looked like how cherry tomatoes taste, and she almost cried when someone else told her that the fact that her face gets so red every time she laughs is absolutely beautiful. There was this lean and tall, curly haired boy who looked exactly like the tiny flowers of the chestnut trees in the central park of my town.

It might sound cheesy, and to be completely honest, it is. But it makes me smile so much. Whenever I feel upset in any way, I like to do this with strangers on the street. Would recommend