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as a regular donor to Gaza Soup Kitchen I get their email updates, and they said today that while they've continued to be able to expand, donations are slowing down as Gaza gets less coverage. If you have a few dollars to spare, I encourage you to send them here to continue the amazing work that Hani and his team are doing.
Correcting the Historical Bias Against Domestic Materials
Archaeology has traditionally had a fundamental bias against fabric. Fabrics are after all highly perishable, withering away within months or years, and only rarely leaving traces behind for those coming millennia later to find. Archaeologists—predominantly male—gave ancient ages names like “Iron” and “Bronze,” rather than “Pottery” or “Flax.” This implies that metal objects were the principal features of these times, when they are simply often the most visible and long-lasting remnants. Technologies using perishable materials, such as wood and textiles, may well have been more pivotal in the daily lives of the people who lived through them, but evidence of their existence has, for the most part, been absorbed back into the earth.
There are exceptions, of course, and traces can and do survive, usually thanks to an unusual climate: freezing, damp anaerobic conditions or extremely dry ones. The climate in Egypt, for example, is ideal for preserving all manner of usually perishable things and we subsequently know far more about ancient Egyptian textiles than those from most other regions. As archaeology has matured and diversified, scholars have increasingly looked for—and found—evidence of fine, complex textiles stretching farther back than anyone would have guessed. Their beauty and the skill needed to make them suggest a very different image of our earliest forebears than the club-wielding, simpleminded thugs of popular imagination.
“The first cultural device was probably a recipient… . Many theorizers feel that the earliest cultural inventions must have been a container to hold gathered products and some kind of sling or net carrier. So says Elizabeth Fisher in Women’s Creation (McGraw-Hill, 1975). But no, this cannot be. Where is that wonderful, big, long, hard thing, a bone, I believe, that the Ape Man first bashed somebody with in the movie and then, grunting with ecstasy at having achieved the first proper murder, flung up into the sky, and whirling there it became a space ship thrusting its way into the cosmos to fertilize it and produce at the end of the movie a lovely fetus, a boy of course, drifting around the Milky Way without (oddly enough) any womb, any matrix at all? I don’t know. I don ’t even care. I’m not telling that story. We’ve heard it, we’ve all heard all about all the sticks and spears and swords, the things to bash and poke and hit with, the long, hard things, but we have not heard about the thing to put things in, the container for the thing contained. That is a new story. That is news. And yet old. Before—once you think about it, surely long before—the weapon, a late, luxurious, superfluous tool; long before the useful knife and ax; right along with the indispensable whacker, grinder, and digger—for what’s the use of digging up a lot of potatoes if you have nothing to lug the ones you can’t eat home in—with or before the tool that forces energy outward, we made the tool that brings energy home. It makes sense to me. I am an adherent of what Fisher calls the Carrier Bag Theory of human evolution. This theory not only explains large areas of theoretical obscurity and avoids large areas of theoretical nonsense (inhabited largely by tigers, foxes, and other highly territorial mammals); it also grounds me, personally, in human culture in a way I never felt grounded before. So long as culture was explained as originating from and elaborating upon the use of long, hard objects for sticking, bashing, and killing, I never thought that I had, or wanted, any particular share in it. (“What Freud mistook for her lack of civilization is woman’s lack of loyalty to civilization,” Lillian Smith observed.) The society, the civilization they were talking about, these theoreticians, was evidently theirs; they owned it, they liked it; they were human, fully human, bashing, sticking, thrusting, killing. Wanting to be human too, I sought for evidence that I was; but if that’s what it took, to make a weapon and kill with it, then evidently I was either extremely defective as a human being, or not human at all… . If it is a human thing to do to put something you want, because it’s useful, edible, or beautiful, into a bag, or a basket, or a bit of rolled bark or leaf, or a net woven of your own hair, or what have you, and then take it home with you, home being another, larger kind of pouch or bag, a container for people, and then later on you take it out and eat it or share it or store it up for winter in a solider container or put it in the medicine bundle or the shrine or the museum, the holy place, the area that contains what is sacred, and then next day you probably do much the same again—if to do that is human, if that’s what it takes, then I am a human being after all. Fully, freely, gladly, for the first time.“
—Ursula K. Le Guin, “The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction” (1986)
It’s crazy how there is so much bias in how we see the past and the “advancement” of civilizations purely based on how well the remnants preserve in the climates they were in.
A civilization that built structures out of stone is assumed greater than a civilization that built structures out of wood or some biodegradable material
This makes me think of Rivercane (Arundinaria spp. our native bamboo which was almost wiped out in colonization similar to what happened to the Bison) and how it was used universally by the peoples of the Southeastern USA for every tool, structure, furniture etc imaginable: bedframes, waterproof mats for roofs, backpacks, sieves, shields, torches, sharp splits for quick-and-dirty butchering knives…
when the spanish first came here randomly roaming and murdering people all over the place they reported that the country was so populated that you could be in one town and see the smoke of the campfires of other towns on the horizons.
now bamboo by weight is stronger than steel, and Rivercane is one of the stronger species of bamboo. Bamboo-working in southeastern USA pre-colonization was crazy advanced. And you could use a split of Rivercane as a butchering knife in a pinch, and you could also use sharpened pieces as arrows without a stone projectile point at all. So there were all these useful objects and tools and constructions that were able to simply biodegrade away.
So people nowadays often assume there was hardly anybody here before white people showed up just because they don’t see all the constructions and temples and stuff.
What’s even crazier is you DO see the constructions all around you, literally the town I live in was built on top of an Indigenous town and many roads around it and leading to it were Indigenous roads.
(And there were quite a few stone constructions, but colonizers have been running wild all over the place so long that they’ve been knocked down and you literally couldn’t identify the ruins unless you thought “hey wait these stones don’t belong here, they had to be quarried and brought here” And in a lot of cases the locations of such ruins are not popularly discussed because looting and desecration of Indigenous sites is such a huge problem if anybody knows.)
(it’s so crazy actually in the history of Kentucky specifically like historical writers in the 1800’s had this theory that indigenous people had replaced this ancient civilization of white people that built all the stone stuff and made all the pottery and things. but now that the remnants are no longer as visible, the most popular falsehood is that NO ONE lived in Kentucky and it was just ‘hunting grounds.’ which is not true. its like people want to believe anything except that indigenous people were and are indigenous to this place)
we cannot be saying shit like "is funk a genre?" my fellow white babies. we simply cannot be
what in the
one time in a discord server someone asked me if “soul” was a fake genre spotify made up
this is so fucking bad for 40 notes in. fuck us all
right about now
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uhhhhhhhhhhh funk and soul literally are mainstream genres? Parliament? Funkadelic? James Brown? Otis Redding? Sly & the Family Stone? Curtis Mayfield? Aretha Franklin? Quite literally scores of the most critically beloved and commercially successful songs and artists of all time? implying funk/soul are somehow "obscure" is just proving OP's point
every single person needs to stop coming on this post saying "OmG how WEIRD! how have they--" it's racism. stop pretending you don't know that this post is about antiblack racism and the way that it makes nonblack people (and, let's be real, this is tumblr — white people) ignore, discount, forget, disqualify, and belittle black art, black culture, and black excellence. stop pretending you don't know this. every single person who this post is about has seen a movie that uses a soul or funk song in its soundtrack, or an advertisement, or has heard one of the many extremely famous and beloved soul or funk songs that are played on the radio, or has heard people use the phrases and expressions which have entered the american lexicon, or been popularized, through the media of soul or funk music. what is being identified and pointed to here is the way that antiblack racism is expressed through people's failure to recognize, identify, legitimate, or "remember" black cultural contributions no matter how good they are or how ubiquitous they may become. this post is just as applicable, as well, to hip-hop and disco and ska and all the other black musical forms which most white people studiously ignore in every case where the culture has not already been stolen and sanitized and stripped of its black character on their behalf and for their enjoyment. it also is no coincidence that two of the genres which white people have had the hardest time replicating, bleaching, bottling, and selling — and which they are therefore obligated by their racism to ignore rather than to lay claim to as has so often been done with rock, disco, ska, and hip-hop — are "soul" and "funk," words that describe not just musical styles but also certain aesthetic styles and outlooks and personal qualities that are just as black in their origin as the music is. a person can have soul, people say, or be funky, but these too are words and ideas and concepts that originate from and refer to black culture. what i am pointing to is the staggering and willful blind spot that so many of my fellow honkies have for black people and black culture, art, and music. stop making it worse by pretending you think i'm talking about people who are wackily forgetful
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I gotta kill like 90% of this thread and then myself
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Happy birthday Mrs. Ice! This year I decided to blast some more Studio Ghibli characters with the melanin beam- Ashitaka and San from Princess Mononoke. They were a lot of fun to do, and I've already got more SG characters on the roster (I was going to do a whole bunch more for the Melanin Beam Challenge but time makes fools of us all). Anyway, I hope you have a lovely birthday, and thanks for all you do here!
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How do I... use this? I don't know what to do ;-;
here’s a youtube tutorial by the guy who made it
if your doctor is telling you that POTS can only be treated with salt, compression socks, and PT you either have an ignorant doctor or you are being medically neglected
there are so many medications available for POTS that stand in-between non-pharmaceutical options and saline infusions.
some people with POTS will tell you that a POTS diagnosis is not worth pursuing because "it can't be cured and your doctors will only suggest salt, compression socks, and PT"- this is not true. a POTS diagnosis opens up a world of possibilities for medication, infusions, assistive devices like mobility aids, and accommodations.
POTS may not be curable but many people experience relief from many (or all) of their symptoms when taking one (or several) of the many medications available to treat POTS.
POTS medications also do not begin and end at beta blockers. having a bad experience with a beta blocker (or several) does not mean that no medications will work for you. there are POTS medications that come from quite a few different classifications of medication. it's worth trying more out.
the best way to get access to these treatments is to find a doctor knowledgeable about POTS. these are few and far between and tend to have long waitlists. as long as you can get the diagnosis a primary care provider is able to prescribe these medications.
don't let bad doctors discourage you from seeking a diagnosis. there are things you can do to help!
hey does anyone have that poem. about the author seeing two boys cuddling on a hotel lobby couch, where he refers to it as something like an island of safe anonymity or smth. its been 5000 years my college boyfriend had it written out and pinned to his wall
THANK YOU @witchoflight it is indeed "on traveling together" by Kayleb Rae Candrilli
the best piece of writing advice I got was from my creative nonfiction professor when I turned in Kill Yourself (a transgender metaphor, one of my favorites) which amounted to saying I'm not committing hard enough. The piece was somewhat gory and kinda painful but I wanted it to be visceral and he was literally the only one to see that. Every other person and professor would have said to make minor changes here and there but he was the one seeing I was holding back for the sake of the assignment. So, he told me to stop being scared and just write exactly what I wanted to say, to commit as hard as possible to the idea instead of testing the waters to see if im even allowed to. So I did, and he was right. The original lacked the conviction required to make the idea work, and the revision brought it to the level that truly let it shine
I won an award for this piece and I genuinely dont think I would have if I didn't get told to go harder. He was one of the only people in my life who truly just got it. A fantastic writer and story teller and part of it is that he's incredibly authentic, sometimes to his detriment.
Don't be afraid of your writing. It hurts putting your everything on display for everyone to see, but its only then when true beautiful writing can be created
the best piece of writing advice I got was from my creative nonfiction professor when I turned in Kill Yourself (a transgender metaphor, one of my favorites) which amounted to saying I'm not committing hard enough. The piece was somewhat gory and kinda painful but I wanted it to be visceral and he was literally the only one to see that. Every other person and professor would have said to make minor changes here and there but he was the one seeing I was holding back for the sake of the assignment. So, he told me to stop being scared and just write exactly what I wanted to say, to commit as hard as possible to the idea instead of testing the waters to see if im even allowed to. So I did, and he was right. The original lacked the conviction required to make the idea work, and the revision brought it to the level that truly let it shine
I won an award for this piece and I genuinely dont think I would have if I didn't get told to go harder. He was one of the only people in my life who truly just got it. A fantastic writer and story teller and part of it is that he's incredibly authentic, sometimes to his detriment.
Don't be afraid of your writing. It hurts putting your everything on display for everyone to see, but its only then when true beautiful writing can be created
the situation with harry potter is kind of unprecedented in some ways imo because it is maybe the largest media franchise in history to be created & owned by a single person who still has direct creative control over it. who is also a billionaire with significant cultural/political influence. like the usual "no ethical consumption under capitalism" type excuses shatter on impact when the bigoted author in question is logging onto twitter every day saying explicitly that when you buy the tim hortons ravenclaw donut she is using your donut money to fund the genocide of trans people. like with big franchises usually there's at least a little more diffusion of responsibility than this
Countries around the world now all have large constituencies of people who want to see a leader come to power who will be ruthless with the fossil fuel industry and invest massively in wind, solar, hydro and nuclear. In the shortest term sense that is going to require making China their biggest trade partner, unless America, Russia or larger European countries like Germany make enormous industrial changes right away.
With a new PM in the UK right now talking about opening new drilling for oil & gas, I can't help but imagine what it would be like if he said "we're going to buy tonnes of solar panels and encourage the industry around installing them, while repurposing northern industrial plants to support retrofitting as solar plants or nuclear plants". It's not like it's the only climate issue facing the UK right now, we also need reservoirs desperately because winters are wetter and we need passive and active cooling solutions for the heatwaves of the summer, but it has never been sunnier in Britain and all of this is industry growth that the government could be scoring points for, creating jobs with etc. I just think it would be so popular and so obviously set for success.
Like the USA shouldn't be worried about who's going to "win the AI race" and more worried that it's their last ditch attempt to attain the technological edge because they're behind on solar, nuclear and basically everything else that would be necessary for the energy buildout to make their AI worthwhile in the slightest
Why are there just blobs of fake rubber meat that a bunch of unrelated microbes can build in the dirt but they've only ever been found in china and can't be classified any further than "biological objects"
Someone has been slowly over the last few months making an avant garde art installation out of an abandoned Boston Market/Checkers. Their signboard messages keep getting torn down so their latest move was to make a flag of a photo of their previous masterpiece "PENIS WIGS FOR SAL" and run it up the flag pole
RIP Sal, the flag has been at half mast since he passed
It’s laundry time
recurring dead wife flashback where it becomes increasingly apparent that the person remembering her has dishonestly claimed a romantic dynamic to their relationship that never actually existed and erased any conflict that ever existed between them now that she's no longer able to say no to them
dead wife flashback where each time we see her she looks more confused and upset by how she's remembered, then desperate and furious, until she's hammering on the glass screaming to be let out
this isn't how it happened. you know this isn't how it happened. but you still keep coming back, keep disturbing my grave so you can play out your fantasies. voyeurs crowding around my autopsy, straining for the best view; pawing through my entrails like grubby butchers trying to find some golden meaning in blood and shit because you can't bear to face the cold light of truth. you just can't bear the thought of never having really known me at all.
