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Each year, due mostly to minor misspellings and very poor penmanship, hundreds of children’s letters are sent to Satan, Dark Lord of the Underworld.
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Dispatch from the Real World
Or, moments when I can feel my soul struggling to leave my body.
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From gorgeous photo books to (soon-to-be) dog-earred paperbacks.
An art historian called Angelo Paratico claims the woman portrayed in da Vinci’s "Mona Lisa" might be both a Chinese slave and the painter’s mother.
The latest in my ongoing series "Theses That Could Have Been"
Euphoria by Lily King.
Anthropology, the intellectual/erotic, domestic decay-- sounds like it might qualify.
A visual primer on gluttony and its consequences — just in time for Thanksgiving.
Breaking: NYT thinks French people are wusses
"PARIS — Police officers were sent to guard schools, while hundreds of security officers scoured large areas near the French capital. Spooked drivers locked their car doors. Residents cowered at home, fearful that a menacing tiger would devour them whole.
But a little more than 24 hours after the French police began their frantic search, they concluded that the errant feline was no tiger but, possibly, a large or perhaps overweight domestic cat."
As to the Lord above with his eye on the sparrow, to a celebrity fashion blogger no detail is too minute to notice. Thus this summer the Cut, as well as Perez Hilton, took note that “There’s No Proof Taylor Swift Has a Belly Button.” Notwithstanding the crop tops, slit...
The etiquette usually preached to people who are growing closer to a friend of a friend is tripartite. They are urged to broadcast but not flaunt their actions with the second friend to the first friend; to prohibit the second friendship from weakening or supplanting the first friendship; and to refrain from injecting conversations with the second friend about the first friend with the moniker Drunky McClownpants.
Striking A Friendship Match
Ride that roller coaster of knowledge.
Don't mind me I'm just casually takin a shit on my senior thesis the prior's door...
Portrait of Antonia Gonzalez, ca. 1580s
"Lavinia Fontana exectuted a number of important commissions for altarpieces, but she was best known for her talents as a portrait painter... the inclusion of a portrait of a young woman with a hairy face may seem strange; however Pedro Gonzalez and his family were quite famous for their unusual appearance. The father was a learned man, educated at the court of Henri II in France. Gonzalez later lived in Flanders, where he married; he and his wife had four children, three of whom were afflicted with the father's condition." in Joy Kenseth, The Age of the Marvelous.
Map of Iceland with fabulous beasts. Hand-colored engraving.
Abraham Ortelius, C. 1590
Sappho, fragment 31
He seems to me equal to gods that man
who opposite you
sits and listens close
to your sweet speaking
and lovely laughing - oh it
puts the heart in my chest on wings
for when I look at you, a moment, then no speaking
is left in me
no: tongue breaks, and thin
fire is racing under skin
and in eyes no sight and drumming
fills ears
and cold sweat holds me and shaking
grips me all, greener than grass
I am and dead - or almost
I seem to me.
Ann Carson, "Eros the Bittersweet"
"As Socrates tells it, the story begins the moment Eros enters you. That incursion is the biggest risk of your life. How you handle it is an index of the quality, wisdom, and decorum of the things inside you. You perceive what you are, what you lack, what you could be."