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Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1956, Oil on canvas
© 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko/Artists Rights Society (ARS),
I've probably invested too much time into this lark.
Conservatory and koi pool on Belle Isle, Detroit
September 2024
What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
Watercolor sketches from summer 2019
Averil Cameron passes away
Averil Cameron, one of the most influential historians of the Byzantine world and a scholar whose work reshaped the study of late antiquity, has passed away at the age of 86.
You can read more about her life and work here
How Byzantines Saw Themselves: Romans, Not “Byzantines”
The Byzantines never called themselves Byzantines. Zoe Tsiami explores how they understood their Roman identity across the Middle Ages.
Read here
i really want people to stop writing scientists as awkward, stilted conversationalists who don't understand idioms or emotions and start writing them as depressed alcoholics who swear like sailors unless they're in a specifically academic situation
Seriously the number of academics I have seen who look like gum on the bottom of someone's shoe but who can scrape themselves into a vaguely human position if you tell them there's grant money on the line is much higher than you would think
"The horrors persist but so do libraries, books, iced coffee, sunsets, trees, the word 'fuck', the moon and the sea."
hearing a beloved friend say the words 'can i be mean for a sec' is like watching an angel descend from the heavens and kiss you on the forehead
Well, well, well. If it isn't the consequences of someone else's actions that I am directly impacted and severely affected by
#childhood
My favorite thing that I learned about The Importance of Being Ernest is Oscar Wilde faced a lot of criticism in 1895 after it premiered for writing something light and funny when there was war and suffering in the world. like we know common themes are found in art throughout time but so are they in art criticism
late 19th century english theatre reviewers, apparently
UNGRATEFUL tech companies are saying things like "turn off your ad blocker" and "we need your photo id" instead of "thank you so much for not just pirating our shit, youre so handsome"
confidently typing "birds" into wikipedia and hitting enter as if that's going to take me directly to the page for the aristophanes play
sort of enraptured by these descriptions
It kind of fucks with me that somebody killed ötzi the iceman because ötzi himself is like whatever but the silent presence of human hands that drew back the string of the bow that shot the arrow that killed him is crazy. the idea that there were various people involved in that situation and while one of them has had his last hours painstakingly reconstructed and studied to no end, the others now only exist insofar that an arrowhead had to get into his shoulder somehow. imagine killing someone and then suddenly your entire existence is only a vague shadow implied by the fact that you killed them. much to consider
Testing the mummified bone marrow of ötzi to figure out his ancestry whole time there’s definitely another person, maybe more than one, standing in the room with us but I can never see or speak to them because I only know them through the assurance that they were there too in the form of one single arrowhead. I hate prehistory so much it’s unreal
I hate it too tbh