things my air purifier is very angry about: refilling the litter box with “dust free” litter
opening the refrigerator, which contains a slightly overripe bloomy rind sheepsmilk cheese
i walked into the room
tumblr dot com
Show & Tell

shark vs the universe

Andulka

⁂
taylor price
noise dept.
h

No title available
d e v o n

Kiana Khansmith
DEAR READER

pixel skylines
hello vonnie
Sade Olutola
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Kaledo Art
macklin celebrini has autism
No title available
NASA
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Lithuania

seen from Canada
seen from Brazil
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from Brazil

seen from Brazil
seen from Brazil

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@surveysaysx
things my air purifier is very angry about: refilling the litter box with “dust free” litter
opening the refrigerator, which contains a slightly overripe bloomy rind sheepsmilk cheese
i walked into the room
things my air purifier is very angry about: refilling the litter box with “dust free” litter
opening the refrigerator, which contains a slightly overripe bloomy rind sheepsmilk cheese
things my air purifier is very angry about: refilling the litter box with “dust free” litter
How do you feel about the placement of NewRock boots i. The 90s style fashion for spooky themes? Ive seen a lot of Demonia and various orher known brands youve posted in relation to the mallgoth and festival goth fashions but I cant say ive seen you post good shots of NewRock being worn.
i like newrock i think theyre great! theyve just always been a bit out of my price range, and i prefer how demonia platforms look with my wardrobe. i assume thats pretty much the same reason why everyone in pics wears demonia too- but honestly ive never noticed that i dont post newrock til now!
old post but most new rocks will last 30 years and demonias fall apart in two. it's vimes boot theory for goths basically. the upside is that new rocks are very common secondhand specifically because theyre indestructible
this is such a weird thing to be really assertively wrong about but here we are! @gothiccharmschool @sirshannon @swankyangles @omegaverse please help me out here lmao
Lol, I did a whole term paper in college on the intersections of technofetish, cybergoth, and goth-industrial aesthetics IN TWO THOUSAND TWO, where I not only borrowed a pair to wear from someone in the local goth community (off our BBS no less) but also borrowed SIX OTHER PAIRS to show off, all of which I picked up at the local goth coffee meetup at the goth internet cafe, and that was the peak of their being the wanted iconic footwear. In fucking Seattle.
By 2010 I had already moved across the entire country, spent several years touring with and vending for goth bands at some of the largest goth events in the US, and then moved back to the Seattle scene and ain’t no one gave a fuck about them at that point. Fluvogs were the popular thing by 2010, not fucking new rocks.
Come back when you’re ready to talk about transmuters, which is what all the new rock folks wanted but couldn’t get. (Not 3liza, 3liza was also there and I believe saw me in the aforementioned term paper getup even)
upside to mac laptops having basically no cooling whatsoever: bring your brie up to temp just by laying it on the keyboard while a video runs at [squints ]144p
when my parents were my age they did not have a bunch of friends who were dead or dying from cancer or disabled from chronic disease lol. i remember it was a BIG DEAL when one of my mom's friends was diagnosed with CFS in her 40s. the articles on this are starting to come out now but it's going to accelerate in the next few years
I’ve been saying for a while now that the cancer screening age benchmarks need to be adjusted down by a lot. Too many of us are getting sick while being “too young” to get early detection screenings and preventative care.
motivational poster
So, if you change “love” to “glove” in the ALW song “Love Changes Everything” it turns into a song about dueling.
Glove, glove changes everything: hands and faces, earth and sky. Glove, glove changes everything: how you live and how you die. Glove can make the summer fly or a night seem like a lifetime. Yes, glove, glove changes everything: now I tremble at your name. Nothing in the world will ever be the same.
Glove, glove changes everything: days are longer, words mean more. Glove, glove changes everything: pain is deeper than before. Glove will turn your world around, and that world will last for ever. Yes, glove, glove changes everything: brings you glory, brings you shame. Nothing in the world will ever be the same.
Off into the world we go, planning futures, shaping years. Glove bursts in, and suddenly all our wisdom disappears. Glove makes fools of everyone: all the rules we make are broken. Yes, glove, glove changes everyone: live or perish in its flame. Glove will never never let you be the same.
Why is this night different from all other nights?
Because in fourty years, on April 5th 2063, Zephram Cochrane will make the first warp flight from earth and make first-contact with vulcans.
Get the Pharisees name out of your mouth
friendly reminder
driving myself mad trying to find the sandwich menu from panera circa 1999-2000 so i can remember what was on the vegetarian sandwich with the sprouts
Jechiel Schulsinger, “Mordechai and Haman”, 1924
Centralna Biblioteka Judaistyczna (via shvlman)
Drew Rausch
Mystic Jew Powers
I don’t think I’ve ever written this down before. This is the story of the first time I played a shofar (as I remember it, not as it happened).
So it’s the mid 90s and I’m in primary school (‘elementary’, my dear yanks). We were doing Religious Education and learning about Judaism, I think for the first time. The teacher didn’t really know anything about Judaism that wasn’t written in the book, so he kept asking me, since I was the Only Jewish Kid In The Class (only jewish kid in the school in fact, except my sister). I wasn’t very religious, but I was doing my best to make up reasonable sounding answers. Anyway, the school had somehow got hold of a shofar. (If anyone’s religious education wasn’t up to the stellar standards of mine, the shofar is the ram’s horn that’s blown like a trumpet as part of the ceremony of certain jewish holy days). The shofar was passed around the class, and of course, hygene be damned, everyone tried to play it. But it’s not an easy instrument to play, there’s more to it than just blowing. So everyone is puffing and wheezing and red in the face, and the best anyone can get out of this thing is a pitiful squeak. But we’ve all just seen the guy on the VHS tape with the hat and odd hairstyle blowing it, and we heard the tooting noise come out of the tinny little speakers of the TV on the wheely cart, so we know this isn’t right. Is our shofar broken or something? Is it blocked up?
Finally the shofar gets around to me, and I am psyched all the way up. I haven’t played a shofar before, but I’m determined to get some kind of noise out of this damn thing, because my heritage is looking silly right now. The burden of upholding the dignity of Judaism itself falls upon my narrow shoulders. So, I take the biggest breath I possibly can, and put the shofar to my lips. Everyone’s looking at me, because I’m The Only Jewish Kid In The Class. And the thing that nobody in the room (including me) is thinking about, is the fact that I’m also The Only Trumpet-Player Kid In The Class. I only know one way to blow into an instrument. It happens to be the right way. And I do it, just as hard as I possibly can.
If you haven’t heard a shofar played properly in person, it’s not easy to describe. Recordings don’t capture it at all. Maybe it’s just because you usually hear it in a context of fasting and extreme reverence, but nonetheless a shofar blast (and that’s what they call it, a “blast”) is an amazing sound. The shofar sounds like raw naked power, it sounds like righteous fury. It sounds like more noise than a single human could ever make, yet it has a property like a human voice, like a bellow, a howl, like a newly bereaved mother splitting her lungs with blood and thunder. It’s a BIG sound, in the sense that it’s very loud, but also in the sense that it seems to fill whatever space it’s in, to come from all directions at once. It makes sense that the ancients gave it religious significance. When you hear the shofar’s call, the story of the Walls of Jerico tumbling down doesn’t seem that crazy.
So, it’s not possible to play a shofar quietly, and I’m giving the thing everything I’ve got in a little red brick classroom in southeast london. I can feel the room resonate and shake, hear the single-glazed windows rattle in their frames. I’m having a great time - this is the loudest noise I’ve ever made in my short life! And it’s in school! And I’m allowed to do it! So I keep going as hard as I can until my little lungs give out. I remember surfacing, out of breath and grinning, and listening as the antique cast-iron pipes throughout the building slowly stopped reverberating over the slack-jawed silence of the room.
The kids of course have seen enough TV to know exactly what happened. The Shofar knew I was Jewish. Obviously it’s not going to unleash that kind of unearthly sonic firepower for just anyone. Shofars only work for Jews. And the teacher is like “…That doesn’t sound right… but I don’t know enough about Judaism to dispute it?”. I didn’t offer any other explanations, because why would you demystify your Mystic Jew Powers?
And I’m writing this because I just realised that there were perhaps 30 kids in that class, and there just aren’t very many jews in southeast london to set them right, so it’s quite possible that there’s at least one 25 year old adult out there who still believes that the Shofar is a Holy Sacred Artefact which will Sound its Mighty Voice for none other than God’s Own Chosen People. And that cracks me up.
Details from ‘The Garden of Earthly Delights’ by Hieronymus Bosch. Dated ca. 1490 to 1510.
it really is remarkable how a job can go from satisfying and enjoyable to absolutely abysmal solely due to changes in management