This was too fun lol, also I'm editing it to add lyrics for funsies
ALL UP IN YOUR MIND - Beyonce
I try to get all up in your mind (all up in your mind)
Is my love a crime 'cause I wanna make you mine?
(You know you're mine)
I try to get all up in your mind (yeah)
I'll go and do the time if it means I'll make you mine (yeah)
Habibi - Tamino
If only I'd forget you after one last dance
But you're everywhere, yes you are
In every melody and in every little scar
We Have It All - Pim Stones
Hearts turn to dirt
Along with the rest of your body
It's all claimed by the earth
It will fade and it will wither
But gold, it will never
And hey, baby, don't you know
Diamonds are forever
Stalker's Tango - Autoheart
It's not that complicated
No matter what they say
You'll never meet another me
The Wolf - PHILDEL
You were sharp as a knife to get me
You were a wolf in the night to fetch me, back
The wishes I've made are too vicious to tell
Everyone knows I am going to hell
Million Years Ago - Adele
I know I'm not the only one
Who regrets the things they've done
Sometimes I just feel it's only me
Who can't stand the reflection that they see
I wish I could live a little more
Achilles Heel - J. Maya
Kill this Achilles' heel
I don't want to have to heal
Now it's time to bring the choir
Play your game and string the lyre
Boy, I'm like Prometheus, finally taking back my fire
Moonsea - PHILDEL
Don't share the past, if you won't share your heart
All that we share is the view of these stars
That Unwanted Animal - The Amazing Devil
Oh, and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours
And our screaming joins in unison, I cry out to the Lord
'Cause if we join our hands in prayer enough
To God, I imagine it all starts to sound like applause
Perseus [New Light EP] - Chris Linton
Mythical, so mystical, think what you like
You could be the sword, the shield,
Defender of
The people down below
You know I fought for love
Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode
Reach out, touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
I Love You, Honeybear - Father John Misty
But don't ever doubt this, my steadfast conviction
My love, you're the one I wanna watch the ship go down with
Killshot - Slowed + Reverb - Magdalena Bay
Can you make my heart stop
Hit me with your kill shot baby
Blossoms - The Amazing Devil
Knowing every last one of them is painted in light
As I make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right
A Kiss - THE DRIVER ERA
Don't give a fuck of what you say
Apparently I've lost control
To all my friends that told me so
Just get out the way
Because we don't want to behave
Apparently you lost control
You never really had before
Eros and Apollo - Studio Killers
Girls, with a boy like that it's serious
Senoritas, don't follow him
Soon, he will eat your hearts like cereals
Sweet Lolitas, don't go
You're still young
the fruits - Paris Paloma
My love, are you the devil?
I would worship you instead of him
I have no time for confession
For I'm too busy committing sins
My love, you're something special
I've never met someone like you
You'd make me fall from heaven
But I know just what I do
One Way Or Another - Blondie
One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya
You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) - Dead or Alive
I set my sights on you
(And no one else will do)
And I, I've got to have my way now, baby
Something to Believe In - Young the Giant
It gets old when you talk to the sun
And your tongue understood uh-no one
// 20 song playlist without including these artists
I went to the National Taiwan Museum today and, while there were definitely aspects I enjoyed, I found their approach to discussing Taiwan's First Nations people...off-putting. To put it gently.
Background: I went to school at the University of New Mexico, where there are whole classes dedicated to NAGPRA and Navajo as a heritage language. In Taiwan, the government only apologized to First Nations people in 2016. (The President who issued the apology is the first Taiwanese president with indiginous heritage -- she has a grandmother who is Paiwan.)
Let me say up front: my ideas of how museums could better include and serve First Nations people is colored by me being a white woman who studied in New Mexico. I'd really love to get feedback on this from Taiwanese First Nations people or museums studies professionals.
First point: is it even appropriate to include aboriginal people as "subjects" in a natural history museum? Taiwan has a history museum and museums dedicated to aboriginal people. The National Taiwan Museum, while not solely a museum of natural history, was originally founded as such and the majority of its exhibits are about Taiwan's plant and animal life.
Moving on to exhibits. NTM has two main exhibitions that deal with indigenous people, both (I think) permanent. The first one introduces tribes in Taiwan. I really can't speak much to this, since all the interpretation was in Chinese.
The second exhibition was about naturalists in Taiwan. It seemed a bit newer, and it had English labels. Here's one of the first labels you see:
It's clear that early explorers in Taiwan, like so many other places, actively dehumanizing the First Nations people they met. Why not deconstruct this in the label? Expand on it? Talk about how those views affect people?
(This room, by the way, profiled explorers who wrote about people right along side those who wrote about plants and animals, all lumped under the “Natural History” label.)
The above label, in the same room, discusses how modern Atayal weavers are studying the museum’s collections. The label is beneath a video interview with an Atayal woman and is one of...two? three? portrayals of modern Taiwanese First Nations people in the whole museum. I thought the label and video were moving in the right directions, but they left out any discussion of why traditional craft skills were lost or how the museum got traditional Atayal clothing in the first place.
My gut reaction to a lot of the interpretation was “wow, this is Bad”, but that simplifies things way too much. I am woefully ignorant of both Taiwan’s First Nations people and of their relationship with museums. I’d love to read others’ thoughts on this, either via reblog or the inbox.
An upstairs Dwelling House room at Canterbury Shaker Village provides Shaker-style clothing for children to try on. I love dress up nooks, but in this one no labels welcomed visitors to try on clothing. Many of the other items in the village had labels that read “deny thy temptation”:
Since:
a) visitors familiar with historical museums are conditioned not to touch objects and
b) all visitors have been told frequently throughout this museum not to touch objects,
I felt that a "please touch” label would have been useful here.
This is something I made for a friend. He’s making a 2D platforming type game and he asked me to make some things for him. This is the first thing I’ve made so far. It’s the game’s logo for the Main Menu. He wanted it to look like it was made of gold so I did my best. This was another first for me and I think I did well, but I didn’t get the shiny look that gold can have. This looks more akin to a matte iron fence or something.
Once, there was a member of the Massachusetts Coast Guard by the name of Bob. Bob was a straight shooter, paid close attention in all of his classes, and took his job very seriously. Many sailors tend toward bending the truth, delighting in fish tales and bits of myth and nonsense, but Bob had none of that. He believed in staying firmly grounded in fact and established knowledge, which made it somewhat ironic when his boat was pulled into an arcane vortex on a misty New England night.
He felt intensely disoriented as the glowing green gap in reality swallowed his boat whole, space squirming around him like the insides of a laughing rubber python. When he came to, spat out on the other side, his boat was gone, and he was sinking under the weight of his clothes in cold, icy, water. Treading water, he repeatedly called for help, the fog around him not allowing him to judge his whereabouts. His cries of “Overboard!” “I’m drowning” and “I think I’ve had a stroke” failed to receive an answer. As the minutes went by, in the seeping, penetrating cold of the water, his cries for help faded, his energy drained until he could barely keep his head above the water, hoarsely whispering for help. He gradually faded from consciousness, his last incoherent impressions being the touch of sand against his foot, and hooded figures in the distance on a shore…
He awoke in small room, lit by a single torch. Not moving his head, he observed the stoniness of his surroundings, the tiny window up in a corner, the threadbare mat at the feet of the hard, thin bed, and the tonsured old man watching him intently from the chair beside him.
“Praise the lord you’ve come to. We thought perhaps you were not to wake again.” The man’s accent was as thick as his hair was sparse, bald except for a ring around the edges. Bob sat up, looking around.
“Where am I?” He couldn’t place the man’s accent.
“In St. Agatha’s Monastery, in the Kingdom of Northumberland, God preserve it.” The man was old, deep lines running down his face, his eyes dark pools of wrinkles and suffering. “We found you on the beaches, and brought you here to recover. Tell me,” he leaned close, and Bob could see the tension in his frame, “was your ship attacked by Ivar’s men?”
“What?” Bob replied, confused and deeply bothered. “Northumberland? Ivar? What’s all this? Why am I not in a hospital? Attacked? What are you, daft? There haven’t been attacks in Atlantic coastal waters in…” he looked around him, with a critical eye. He looked at the walls. He looked at the man. “What year is it?”
“ It is the year of our lord, 867. Are you feeling unwell? Has the water left you forgetful?” The man sounded genuinely concerned.
“Huh.” Bob’s thoughtful response was broken off by the sudden sound of a bell ringing somewhere from the halls of the monastery. He was on his feet before the second rousing BOOOOONG! had been struck, his sailor instincts overriding his aching bones and tired noodle-limbs. The monk’s face had turned grey. Bob turned to him. “What does that mean? What’s going on?” His voice wavered as he questioned, following the old monk as he hobbled out of the room, into a long, cramped hallway, down some stairs.
“It means dragon ships. The Great Heathen Army is upon us!” As they hurried down out into the monastery courtyard, he continued. “If they attack, we must run. They will kill us all, and leave our corpses for the elements, defiled in their pagan rites.” Soon, they were among a throng of panicked clergy, arguing and pointing out into the shores. Squinting, Bob could make out sails.
“Why haven’t we run yet? It seems we have little to gain by staying.”
“We don’t know if they’re heading up the river. If they are, to run would bring them down upon us. But if we stand in the face of a raid…” the man shivered. The mist in the sea shifted, and Bob saw the outline of a dragon headed prow for a bare instant, miniscule in the distance. Then, a fiery arrow was launched from the ship, further off into the sea, glowing as it arced through the fog. Further in the distance, two fiery arrows were fired in answer. The monks were panicking, unable to decide on a course of action. Bob spoke up, loudly.
“It’s alright. They’re just heading up the river today, no raiding.” The monks sighed in relief, before the monk that had attended to him earlier responded.
“How on earth would you know? The Northmen fire signals are secrets, unknown to outsiders!”
“It’s quite simple,” Bob replied. “The first thing they taught us in the Coast Guard was Norse Code.”
Despite being a superhero movie with a male protagonist, it's actually a rare movie that shows and mentions women in careers that span nurses/sciences/maths/government/spying at different points of the career leader. The attempt at authenticity is refreshing.
