Skull with a mandibular tumor at the Bleuland cabinet in the University Museum Utrecht, Netherlands.Photo credit: © @marvinjarodd
New skills: Santas brush up on their sign language during a Santa School held recently at Royal City Centre. The Santas return to school each fall to fine-tune their skills for the holidays.
when someone tells me to do something I am already going to do the chances of me then doing that thing drop to -84375
make sure all of the letters on my grave stone are lowercase so i can remain cool and casual even in death
*rocks up wearing this to the club*
bouncer: looks like you’re not on the list
me: lettuce in lmao
bouncer: lmao c’mon through
Bugs Bunny accidentally transformed the word nimrod into a synonym for idiot because nobody got a joke where he sarcastically compared Elmer Fudd to the Biblical figure Nimrod, a mighty hunter.
in this episode, cobra hosts a telethon of death and it is frankly incredible
Frog effigy pendants.
All made of gold, the first is Panamanian (Veraguas-Gran Chiriquí or Coclé), the second from Coclé, and the third is Colombian (Zenú (Sinú)-Darién).
Sometime after 500 CE, gold became the preferred material for fashioning personal adornments, supplanting jadeite and other green stones from which artists had made impressive pendants and necklaces for centuries. The relatively sudden appearance of gold and the specialized knowledge needed to work it imply the introduction of metallurgy from outside the region. All evidence points to northwestern Colombia as the point of origin of the metal arts, a region filled with other archaeological and art historical lines of evidence indicating a long-standing history of contacts between the two regions.
Gold pendants were cast in a variety of forms, from relatively naturalistic portrayals of animals to composite creatures combining human and zoomorphic features. The frog may be a totem, symbolic of transformational abilities or special connections to the supernatural. (Walters)
Achilles goes up to the counter, oozing confidence. He orders two venti caramel macchiatos. “That’s a lot of coffee,” says the barista. “Are you sure you can handle it?” “Of course!” cries Achilles. “I’m practically immortal!”
He gets the drinks and begins to walk out of the store. He trips over the threshold, and a little bit of the scalding hot coffee spills down the back of his leg. He dies immediately.
Vues d’un spectacle son et lumière donné en 2011 à l’occasion des 800 ans de la cathédrale Notre-Dame de Reims.
Photos: cc https://www.flickr.com/photos/cpakmoi/ https://www.flickr.com/photos/cpakmoi/
I will never not reblog this.
It’s worse than it’s said here. They specifically asked the bronies to leave the disabled kid/character alone. So naturally, they attacked the character as ‘pandering’ and being ‘too PC’ and when asked to please NOT turn it into a porn character, they went out of their way to make as much porn as possible.
tbh, the fact that the creators had to say, “hey can you guys not make porn of this one specific pony" is an issue in and of itself
A brony got mad at me because I showed disgust in bronies. He told me “not all bronies are like that”. Fucker if you share the same label as people like this then it’s your problem, not mine. You care more about your stupid brony feelings then the respect for a fucking disabled child and his family.
Depression seems really silly when you look at it from outside yourself.
One of the reasons that I wanted to study literature was because it exposed everything. Writers looked for secrets that had never been mined. Every writer has to invent their own magical language in order to describe the indescribable. They might seem to be writing in French, or English, or Spanish, but really they were writing in the language of butterflies, crows, and hanged men.
From The Girl Who Was Saturday Night by Heather O’Neill, reviewed for The Rumpus by Liz Fischer Greenhill
People treat Bouguereau poorly. They say he just romanticizes and reappropriates western culture into non western landscapes. But look at this. Gorgeous.
Dante and Virgile in Hell, detail (1850)
Ahhhhhh. Never stop writing.
in the iliad helen speaks the last lament for hector. the only man in troy who showed her kindness is slain—and now, helen says, πάντες δέ με πεφρίκασιν, all men shudder at me. she doesn’t speak in the iliiad again.
homer isn’t cruel to helen; her story is cruel enough. in the conjectured era of the trojan war, women are mothers by twelve, grandmothers by twenty-four, and buried by thirty. the lineage of mycenaean families passes through daughters: royal women are kingmakers, and command a little power, but they are bartered like jewels (the iliad speaks again and again of helen and all her wealth). helen is the most beautiful woman in the world, golden with kharis, the seductive grace that arouses desire. she is coveted by men beyond all reason. after she is seized by paris and compelled by aphrodite to love him against her will—in other writings of the myth, she loves him freely—she is never out of danger.
the helen of the iliad is clever and powerful and capricious and kind and melancholy: full of fury toward paris and aphrodite, longing for sparta and its women, fear for her own life. she condemns herself before others can. in book vi, as war blazes and roars below them, helen tells hector, on us the gods have set an evil destiny: that we should be a singer’s theme for generations to come—as if she knows that, in the centuries after, men will rarely write of paris’ vanity and hubris and lust, his violation of the sacred guest-pact, his refusal to relent and avoid war with the achaeans. instead they’ll write and paint the beautiful, perfidious, ruinous woman whose hands are red with the blood of men, and call her not queen of sparta but helen of troy: a forced marriage to the city that desired and hated her. she is an eidolon made of want and rapture and dread and resentment.
homer doesn’t condemn helen—and in the odyssey she’s seen reconciled with menelaus. she’s worshipped in sparta as a symbol of sexual power for centuries, until the end of roman rule: pausanias writes that pilgrims come to see the remains of her birth-egg, hung from the roof of a temple in the spartan acropolis; spartan girls dance and sing songs praising one another’s beauty and strength as part of rites of passage, leading them from parthenos to nýmphē, virgin to bride. cults of helen appear across greece, italy, turkey—as far as palestine—celebrating her shining beauty; they sacrifice to her as if she were a goddess. much of this is quickly forgotten.
every age finds new words to hate helen, but they are old ways of hating: deceiver and scandal and insatiate whore. she is euripides’ bitchwhore and hesiod’s kalon kakon (“beautiful evil”) and clement of alexandria’s adulterous beauty and whore and shakespeare’s strumpet and proctor’s trull and flurt of whoredom and schiller’s pricktease and levin’s adulterous witch. her lusts damned a golden world to die, they say. pandora’s box lies between a woman’s thighs. helen is a symbol of how men’s desire for women becomes the evidence by which women are condemned, abused, reviled.
but no cage of words can hold her fast. she is elusive; she yields nothing. she has outlasted civilisations, and is beautiful still. before troy is ash and ruin she has already heard all the slander of the centuries; and at last she turns her face away—as if to say: i am not for you
have you ever had to restart a song because you spaced out and weren’t appreciating it enough
Videogames: you can choose from twenty different eyelashes!!!! oh but you can’t be fat