I have major depression, and the single most effective coping strategy I've ever found is internally talking to it like it's the Lone Power. Meeting my own mental illness with the words "Fairest and Fallen, greetings and defiance" makes dealing with it...
You’re entirely welcome; I’m glad to have been of assistance. :) You wouldn’t be the first person to note the salutary effects of naming something and so enabling yourself to assert (at least some) control over it. It’s a very old trope…
Would Q from Star Trek be one of the Powers That Be? He seems too benevolent to be the Lone One and too malicious to be anyone else
He’s not one of the Powers, though certainly from a species / continuum where the inherent power of the inhabitants means they could routinely be confused with a Power, or taken as one, by someone with insufficient data. Should a real Power show up in his vicinity, there would be no question who could or would kick whose butt. :) (Not that I wouldn’t be tempted to sell tickets…)
Wow, Lifeboats is a lot... sexier... than I was expecting. The Young Wizards series was such a big part of my childhood, so it's a bit bizarre. It's like reading Harry Potter and suddenly they're talking about boners.
They’re getting older, and they’re in a space where kids that age (in my experience anyway) start talking about such things. Kit and Nita’s relationship is already extremely close and mature in the strictly mental and situational modes, even though there’s the expected awkwardness about a new set of subjects / issues they have to deal with.. so I don’t think they’d sweep this stuff under the rug or unduly shy away from it. When it comes up to be dealt with, they deal. (Though not without a certain amount of snickering and teasing, as we’ve seen.)
So there they are. You think this is interesting? Wait till they head off for college. :)
You know what? I bet Tom and Carl know a lot they aren't telling Kit and Nita, like how they hid the abdul thing from Daryl. They seem to be weirdness magnets on a level different from other wizards.
There does seem to be a lot going on in that neighborhood, doesn’t there…
But as regards wizards at the Advisory level or above: there’s routinely a lot of their work that involves the same kind of confidentiality as the practice of (for example) medicine. Or, in some cases, the confessional. They would routinely know, and do, a whole lot in their work that they wouldn’t be at liberty to disclose casually. It’s all just part of the job description…
hey, i love your wizard books and was wondering if you were making another wizard book? I’m currently on “Games Wizards Play”
I’m presently working on book 11 (still no title). Ideally I’ll be turning in the MS before the end of the year.
’woman wiring an early ibm computer’
Documenting Science series (1938-58)
It’s so wild when you see a photo of a person from history who looks so much like a Hollywood archetype of whatever they did that you’re like “this must be made up.” “This must be an actor.” NO! This is actually what World War II Flying Ace Urban L. “Ben” Drew actually literally looked like in life. Went around looking like this, shooting down jet-powered Luftwaffe aircraft from his lil Snoopy-looking propellor-nosed Mustang. Hopped triumphantly down from the plane wing, pulled off his flying cap, ran a hand boyishly through his sweat-darkened hair, face lookin like that the whole time. Can you imagine???
Pilot Officer John Henry Smythe, an RAF navigator, actually looked like this EVERY DAY. Undertook 27 bombing missions looking like this. Parachuted out of his shot-down plane in Germany, looked like this when he landed, except all disheveled and defiant and wearing a shearling-lined leather jacket. WHAT A WORLD!!!!
Evelyn Ablon, a volunteer with the Women’s Army Corps, kept Air Force flights running smoothly while looking like an old-Hollywood Chelsea Peretti and maintaining an on point manicure. (National Museum of American Jewish Military History)
Ensign Jane Kendeigh, the first flight nurse to arrive at Okinawa and Iwo Jima, and a major curator of bomb-ass eyebrows. (Navy Medicine flickr)
Some period photos have period faces, others have timeless faces, and some have completely modern faces.
“Ellen Stern’s biography of theatrical caricaturist Al Hirschfeld reads more like a gossipy 300-page article in New York magazine (where Stern has worked) than the biography of record suggested by the definite article modifying its subtitle,” says our critic Heller McAlpin – but there’s some fascinating stuff in there if you’re willing to roll with the punches. Find her full review here.
“Irony is dead. No, for real this time.” (via
Catherynne Valente on Twitter)
please support this interracial french gay couple and their 20 kids
“le couple homosexuel interracial français milieu a vingt enfants” en fait c’est une erreur statistique. georgs d'enfants, qui habite dans une cave et adopte dix mille enfants chaque jour, est une donnée aberrante et il faudrait pas l’avoir compté
Late 18th Century Swiss verge gold and enamel pearl set watch in the form of a stag beetle.
if an archaeologist says an artifact was probably for “ritual purposes” it means “i have no fuckin clue”
but if they say it was for “fertility rituals” they mean “i know exactly what it was for but i dont want to say ‘ancient dildo’”
Back in the day I worked at a certain very famous and very high caste art museum in the US as a junior curator. Part of my job was to catalog the objects in the museum database. This includes details like provenance, measurements, and a visual description of what the object looked like.
Like I said, the museum was a pretty snotty institution. It’s got a LOT of objects it’s way famous for possessing, but nobody knew about the absolutely massive collection of Moche erotic pottery it had because the curators were totally embarrassed by this stuff.
Pretty hot shit, right? They never, ever put any of this stuff on public view or published it in any catalogues but - we legit had like several hundred pieces of Moche ceramics in the “dirty pots” category. Anyway, I was left alone to just do my job with regard to the database for several years, ok? And I figured, well, these’re accessioned objects in the museum’s collection - better get down to bidness.
I catalogued every goddamn bestiality, necrophiliac, cocksucking, buttfucking, detached penis, and giant vulva drinking cup in that collection. I’d be like,
A drinking vessel in form of a standing man wearing a tunic and cap. He holds an oversized erection in his hands and stares into the distance (note I did not say “like he’s hella-constipated”). The vessel has a hole at both the tip of the penis as well as around the rim of the figure’s head, thus forcing the drinker to drink only from the penis or risk spilling wine all over themselves from the top of the vessel. Red and orange slip covers the surface of the piece.
Pretty straightforward, right? Apparently the deep seated fear of these objects that the curators exhibited was meant to spread to me as well, but - no one ever gave me that memo, because I guess Midwesterners reproduce asexually. When the curators understood that I had catalogued all of these objects in addition to the other, non-sexy pieces in the collection, they were apparently livid, but knew they had no legs to stand on in terms of getting pissed at me for it.
I visited the museum’s online public access database a few years back and - every single description I wrote of these pieces has been totally neutered to say something like Male figural vase.
Long story short? Just call a dildo a fucking dildo. It’s all gonna be ok, I swear.
This is absolutely the MOST unusual reblog I have ever tagged with what is probably my second-favorite tag, “talk to me about your work.”
Plus it’s hilarious.
I love ancient art history !!!!!
Carlo Crivelli, detail of St Anthony and St Lucy, c.1470
Domenico di Pace Beccafumi, St Lucy, 1521
Francesco Guarino, St Lucy, first half of 17th century
Carlo Crivelli, St Lucy, c. 1476
Francesco Guarino, St Lucy, 1645
Giovanni Antonio Boltraffio and Marco d'Oggiono, detail of The Resurrection of Christ with St Leonard of Noblac and St Lucy, 1491-94
Circle of Juan de Borgoña, detail of St Lucy, early 16th century
Anonymous Spanish painter, detail of St Lucy and St Agatha, from the Wellcome Library
Francisco de Zurbarán, St Lucy, c.1625-30
Il Sodoma, detail of Madonna and Child with Saints, 1513
St Lucy is the patron saint of anyone with eye problems, primarily because her Latin name Lucia means “light”. Some stories suggest she was martyred by having something nasty done to her eyes, but this seems have been a later invention, since early accounts have her being stabbed in the neck. Anyway, medieval and Renaissance artists liked to identify her in paintings by making her carry around two eyeballs on a plate. Or in a bowl. Or even in a wine glass. Other artists preferred to show the eyeballs growing on a stalk or on a cocktail stick like a really weird canapé, but those serving suggestions are somehow less amusing than tableware.
Meanwhile, the eyes in Lucy’s head can sometimes be seen casting a sideways glance at the receptacle in her hands, probably because it often resembles some sort of bemused Muppet.
Pretty much everything here is on target. Read and learn.
These commercials just keep… getting… STRANGER. (And I love them. Which doubtless says something or other about me.)
I keep finding myself wondering what Lou Scheimer (who ran Filmation) and Art Nadel (the boss on He-Man and She-Ra) would have thought, though.
This is so pretty. Plainly the photographer waited for a time when sunset in Dublin coincided with a slack tide on the Liffey. That’s the Spire in the background, and the new (ish) convention centre and an associated hotel on the right. The “harp bridge” on the left is the Samuel Beckett Bridge. (Peter says there should be benches down the end where you can sit and Wait for Godot.)
That moment is exactly three frames long but I knew it was there.
…I think Peter’s lectures about continuity management are beginning to sink in. :)