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RUE & JULES in EUPHORIA | S02E03: Ruminations: Big and Little Bullys
Hiding in her jungle 🌿
He-Man & She-Ra: A Christmas Special (1985)
there’s no shame in admitting that none of us have any concept of how big a whale is
Laughing myself silly thinking about a Chicago-style pizza but it’s not a deep dish pizza, it just has footnotes
the phoebe bridgers grocery store experience (shaking and crying in the pasta aisle)
HEX GIRLS in SCOOBY DOO AND THE WITCH’S GHOST (1999), dir. Jim Stenstrum
emily dickinson suggestion: be so reclusive that people in your town refer to you as “the myth”
Obligatory disclaimer that the whaling industry was terrible and cruel and decimated populations of an amazing animal that has yet to recover almost 200 years later.
But it is just so fascinating to me. The only sea occupation where your destination was literally just THE SEA. That’s it. You go out there and you don’t come back until it’s somewhat worth it, however long that takes. There are familiar grounds one would go to first, yes, but no routes, no schedules, no final destinations, no sense of when one comes back if one ever comes back. Just going to lonelier and lonelier places that no other ship is going to nor has need to go to. And when one finally happens to see another whaler it was a cause for an extended social event in ways that other maritime jobs just DID NOT have time for.
Highly diverse crews that were, of course, not without racism and inequity by any means (the entire job was…rife with inequity since idle agents ashore were already taking around 60% of the cut), but also one where one’s rank was ultimately determined by ‘can you kill a whale?’. And where the social component was so closely intertwined the fact that one would be at sea likely 3-4 years and if there was ANY surviving it and ANY success of it everyone had to more-or-less get along with each other.
And over the course of those years and years staring down aimless stretches of boredom you get the most fascinating folk art. And folk art that is so often tied to domestics. Making yarn swifts and pie crimpers and valentines for your girl outta BONES. Bones that came from the moments where that boredom was punctuated by Complete Terror.
An industry that was just like…SO violent and bloody and brutal, all for the aim of bringing back materials to make things that were so staid and domestic. Lamp oil. Candles. Corset Stays. Perfume Bases. Soaps. Just…candles paid for by so much blood from people, from animals. And was something that for such a fleeting moment was one of THE American industries, before settling, mercifully, into obscurity.
IT’S REALLY FASCINATING TO ME and so unlike any other maritime professions. I feel like piracy is the thing that comes closest to whaling in terms of all of the componants above, in a weird way, but whaling is such a thing of its own. UNIQUE AND TERRIBLE CREATURE.
Fuckin love this tag.
SCREAM ( 1996 )
I’m like a haunted house but i’m a girl
09/06/2021 l not accurately dated to the photos - but this was a friends place i was staying at during my hiatus! they are art students so their study space is much cooler than mine hee hee
literally i think about that matthew stover quote from the revenge of the sith novelization every single day.
“this story happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. it is already over. Nothing can be done to change it….a strange thing about stories – though this all happened so long ago and so far away that words cannot describe the time or the distance, it is also happening right now. right here. it is happening as you read these words.”
like that is the fucking heart of tragedy right there. just cutting directly to the quick.
it’s mox monday, so here’s this lengendary look.
14.8.2021 // lockdown day 2
On the verge of words, the animal emits instead a stream of cries, affects, spirits, and magnetic fluids. What flows from the animal touches language without entering it, dissolving memory, like the unconscious, into a timeless present. The animal is magnetic because it draws the world-building subject toward an impossible convergence with the limits of the world, toward a metaphysics of metaphor.
Akira Mizuta Lippit - "Magnetic Animal: Derrida, Wildlife, and Animetaphor", 1998