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This one resonated with me
I was working with an item today that just utterly flabbergasted a part of me (the other was deeply frustrated with the catalogue record AS SOMEONE APPARENTLY THOUGHT IT WAS PRINTED ON SILK, coming back to that in a minute) ⊠but ANYWAYS ⊠said item is a replica of a medieval manuscript prayer book THAT IS ENTIRELY WOVEN out of grey and black silk ⊠WOVEN ⊠text, images, intricate grey scale, WOVEN ⊠NOT PRINTED âŠ
And itâs flabbergasting because itâs from 1888, Jacquard machine, IT USED PUNCH CARDS to weave these intricate pages ⊠something like 400 weft per near square inch ⊠IT looks like a page of textured paper, but itâs not, itâs entirely SILK ⊠F*CK âŠ
Anyways âŠ
OKS Iâve since calmed down and found out that the reason they used âprintedâ is because it is essentially printed by a computer ⊠in a weird way; when I import the record, Iâm just gonna take that note out âŠ
BUT this is the item btw
WOVEN! WOVEN ON A LOOM using f*ckinâ punch cards!
This portrait of Joseph Marie Jacquard was also woven with punch cards in 1839!
NOW GUESS WHY EARLY COMPUTERS WERE PROGRAMMED
WITH
PUNCH CARDS
yes youâre right, they used jacquard-loom techniques
Jacquard Loom: Early Computer Programing  Â
I just wanted to add a video discussing how a jacquard-loom worked, cuz this is nuts
A Jacquard loom in action  Â
It appears that boredom lies behind the most creative ideas. That's why quarantine has produced some of the most entertaining activities. One of them is the Getty Museum challenge, that so many of you have already seen in our previous article here.
Narcissus taking a selfie is the ACTUAL best.
These are REALLY cool
These are art in themselves, in a some of them point out what lockdown was like for us, theyâre expressed themselves in a really cool way. But I think these are going to be talked about in the future.
For sale. baby shoes. just hatched. bonded pair. you will need to feed them shoe formula for the first month. adult shoes eat their young so i need to get rid of these asap. I was going to foster the cloglets myself until they're old enough to walk but I can't take it any more. the shoe mother is confined to my spare room and keeps peeing on my blankets. you can hear her pacing in circles at all hours except if the babies are loud enough that she can hear them through the wall. Then she gets weirdly silent. Like a predator. I don't like thinking about her that way. It's making me hate her. It's making me hate the pet I've had since childhood. I should have gotten her spayed years ago. I should have known better than to let her outside when I knew how many feral, masculine uggs there were in on the streets. But she loved the sunlight and it felt cruel to keep a sandal indoors. And my ex always talked down to me about how bad outdoor shoes are for local wildlife. So I let her outside to spite him and she came home pregnant and now I have nightmares about her eating her children. About her eating my own child. I fear I'll never be able to look at her the same way again. When she licks me, I wonder if she likes how I taste. My Flopsy. Her babies are innocents. Pure soles. Cherish them. Give the love I can no longer provide for my own pet. And for god's sake, get your shoes castrated. They are size 3.
I remember one time I was doing an ADHD evaluation with a kid who had asked to go to the bathroom like 3 times during the 30-ish minute part of the interview where we asked his mom questions, so I knew that was his go-to excuse when bored. We get started on the WISC-V after the interview and within 30 seconds of vocab starting he asks if he can go to the bathroom, and I say:
âNo.â
And this kid rolls his eyes because DUH and he says âWhy not?â all cranky-styles, so I said
âBecause you donât need to go to the bathroom, youâre bored and you need to move. If you need to move, tell me and Iâll let you know if weâre at a part of the test where we can pause. Like, for example, we can pause right now if you wanna race me around the building.â
And this kids face fucken LIT up. We did three laps around the outside of the building and came back in and he finished like 3 subtests and asked if he could move so we got up and tried to see how high we could jump for 3 minutes and the finished the rest of the assessment with one bathroom break. And that was all it took tbh, this kid was SO capable he just needed to move and hadnât been allowed to do so before. I also like making people mad by pointing out that I know what theyâre up to, then just giving them permission to do the thing they were sneakily trying to do in the first place. Itâs like being affectionately annoying and itâs part of how I connect to others.
we need to invent a way to explain how deep running and pervasive and subliminal racism and antiblackness is without immediately sounding like an insane conspiracy theorist
female characters are always lighter than male characters. strong characters are almost always dark. aggressive characters are almost always dark. peaceful and intelligent characters are almost always light. even amongst darker characters the lightest one is usually either the leader or the girls. dark is evil and light is good.
if you try to explain this to a white person they look at you like youre insane
briefly pursuing a career in animation radicalized me on this. So many stories from the industry about how you have to start with your character design as dark as possible, because INEVITABLY you'll get "notes" from higher-ups asking you to make them lighter.
In a class about making a pitch bible my teacher once role-played as a shitty executive with a classmate, pressing them in intentionally abrasive ways about why they made their characters diverse. He emphasized that we had to learn to defend these things, because the racism in the industry is extremely deliberate.
Ronald Wimberly's comic essay, Lighten Up, stays evergreen
the cute, painfully shy and elusive bartender you definitely, definitely do not have a crush on finally talks to you first and she says this, wyd?
i really do believe that the answer to a lot of people's self hatred is not to try and reassure them that they are wonderful and okay and enough, but instead to remind them theyre a completely unremarkable regular ass person who is not the center of the universe or especially important so why would they expect themselves to be some superhuman savior. like there really is a kernel of out of control self importance at the heart of thinking youre an evil lazy piece of shit. because why would you expect you be anything but just like some guy. if you wouldnt expect the guy who works at the vape shop or your mailman or whatever to be able to do something then why would you expect yourself to? youre just some random ass person. its fine
#You're not at all special. There are billions of humans like you. But you are valuable because you're part of other lives. Human lives#animal lives#plant lives#insect livesâplenty of lives may rely on you in some way at this moment#same as you rely on them. It's unavoidable. You're food just by existing. You're comfort just by existing. You're a presence#a predator#a provider#a habitat creator and destroyer on micro and macro levels. Just by existing#your very breath helps life live. Your guts feed something. That doesn't require you to be special.
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When trans women are mocked and made into jokes in the media, I get very upset, and I am often told âKay, you canât go through life getting offended every time someone makes a joke.â And I sputter and object but they donât hear me. So I want to be clear for once, about why the jokes make me angry.
I learned to hate myself for being transgender before I knew I was transgender. I laughed at the jokes in stand up comedy routines, and prime time sitcoms, and animated comedy shows, and in the movies, and in books, and in games, laughing at trans women for existing, about âmen in dressesâ, about people who âgot their dicks chopped offâ, and I learned to think that was worthy of ridicule.
And then a day came when I felt a pang of envy at what my female classmates were wearing and I repressed it, and felt guilty, and a day where I felt incomplete because I had no breasts and I repressed it and I felt disgusting And a day when I realized the only images of romance that made me feel anything showed two women together and I repressed it and I felt like a monster And a day when I realized I felt sick when I looked at myself in the mirror after every shower before work and couldnât bear to look at my own face, and I hated myself. And then there came a day when I hated myself so much, and I thought I could never understand why, and so I just wanted it all to end. And it was just a miracle that I swerved my car back into my lane in time.
And all of it started with a joke that I heard on TV, and then kept hearing from all the voices from the ether, over and over and over, worming an idea into my mind before I was old enough to realize I was absorbing it, the idea that a man in a dress is funny, and that changing your body parts makes you a freak, and that women who have penises instead of vaginas are liars and hurt men. And theyâre still making these jokes. And somewhere out there right now, just like all those years ago, there is a little girl in a t-shirt and cargo shorts with buzzed off hair watching the TV, hearing that joke and absorbing it without knowing it, who will someday have to pry herself apart to tear it out of her head, just like I did.
That is, if she doesnât kill herself first.
I know this is a really heavy post but if you read it and you appreciated it, Iâd appreciate it in return if you reblogged it. This is really important to me and I want people to read it and understand it. Thank you.
my prison abolition post continues to generate incredibly stupid comments already addressed in my prison abolition post.
"So all the murderers and rapists and sex offenders should just go free?"
"i'm all for prison abolition, except for the really evil people who deserve to die."
"so just let all crime be legal? like the purge?"
girliepop. prison abolition doesn't mean there's no rules, it doesn't even mean there's no way to hold someone. It means building a justice system that is entirely, 100% focused on rehabilitation at all points, with no thought towards punishment.
"But some people can't be rehabilitated! checkmate liberals."
the point is not that all people have to be returned to society, no matter how much of a threat they pose to others, it's that you never fucking give up on them. you never stop trying. The point is that you work from the assumption that everyone can get better, and maybe there are some people, some most extreme cases, that will not get better enough within their lifetime to be out there among people at large, but you never accept that. you keep working with them, keep trying to help them, keep not punishing them, and keep working towards their freedom and release, and you do it without ever stripping them of their rights or their dignity, until the day they die. you never give up, because everyone has the right to get better, one day at a time.
If someone can't be rehabilitated then they need to be taken care of, not imprisoned. That's a person who needs long term help, not punishment.
6.1.25 - made a felt shrimp doll pattern and rough guide just in case anyone would be interested in making one, too
I completely forgot to put the scale. Of course you can make them whatever size you want but here's what I worked with:: 12 inch (30cm) chenille stems
Head: 2 3/8 inches Body: 3 1/2 inches
Arm: 3 5/8 inches Leg: 5 3/8 inches
Tail: 2 1/16 inches Tail fan: 1 7/8 inches
â» Reminder that you can do whatever you want forever so make the shrimp whatever size you want to, nothing has to be exact. My shrimps aren't twins because I made the pattern of Orange Shrimp by tracing Yellow Shrimp because I made her without a pattern.
These are unreasonably fun!
Diver convince octopus to trade his plastic cup for a seashell
imagine if a fuckinâŠâŠ. giant alien just showed up and stuck a huge hand in front of your face and then proceeded to offer you three different houses and wouldnât stop until you moved out of your old shitty apartment and then helped you fuckin move
and then just left
I first saw this on twitter and COULD NOT get over these comments:
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At time of writing, there are seven different entities who all claim that theyâre the Devil. Every one of them says that they are the real Father of Lies, the Dragon of the Book of Revelations, the actual factual biblical capital-D Devil. They also all say the other six are lying.
And when you look at them, every one of them looks like they could be the Devil, in their own way. One of them is a slender, beautiful youth, with wings as black as a winter storm and silver eyes like falling stars. Another dresses like a sleazy car salesman, constantly chewing on the end of a smouldering cigar. One appears as a traveller with a wide-brimmed hat and a golden fiddle. Another wears red tights and a cape. The fifth is a horned and winged Adonis with pecs like a dairy cow and abs you could fry an egg on. The sixth is a talking goat.
The seventh appears to be a perfectly normal man. Youâve met him already.
Any one of them could be the Devil. Or possibly, none of them are the Devil. The third possibility is that they are seven faces of one entity, different aspects of the one, true Devil.
The Devils also agree that the third option is a stupid idea and that it isnât true. You can imagine why a lot of people have a hard time believing this.
as a person who lost a loved one to addiction, i would rather have them be able to use safely in a sterile environment with safe equipment, where they can 100% know the drug is not laced with something deadly, and live- than them dying because they didnât know what the drug contained, or because no one was there to make sure they werenât ODing, or because they used dirty equipment in a dirty environment.
again more simply put, i would rather have my dead loved one continue using drugs in a safe manner and stay alive, than die the way they did because the stigma around substance use is not only dangerous, but lethal.
harm reduction saves lives.