Whoooo keeps liking my personal posts but isn’t showing up in my notifications?
how do you maintain the joy of writing your dissertation when you have to do lit reviews? how do you return to the fiery fun writing place for the topic you care about when you have to write the material around it? How do i talk about this freaky lil character when I have to account for the history of character in the english language novel?
Is it too late at night……..for a small bowl of popped corn………..for a lil guy like me??????
Took a wrong turn somewhere
i took a nap and woke up in all these goddam spinanch
I reaaaaaally hate the substack model of academic publishing that everyone is (being essentially forced!) to switch to bc the people I want to write for are the ones who likely cannot afford a goddamn substack sub
Freaking out because yesterday I accidentally had my AC on for like 3 hours with a window open and today my freezer door didn’t close and some stuff defrosted, im freaked the FUCK out about my electricity bill
“There’s a great Yiddish expression that says, “If I knew God, I’d be God.” In fact, I think that claiming that you “know God’s will” is an act of incredible hubris. Instead, what we say about God has much more to say about us than about God. There are, in fact, a whole range of different theologies within Judaism (you can find some of them in the terrific books “Finding God” and “The God Upgrade,” both of which describe a whole range of differing, and sometimes even conflicting, theologies.) And while I can only speak personally here, to me, “God” isn’t really a noun at all—it’s a verb. Here’s why. The most common name that God gives Godself in the Torah is “YHWH,” a name that is sometimes thought to be so holy that no one was allowed to pronounce it. But that’s not exactly right—it’s not that “YHWH” was not allowed to be pronounced, it’s that it is literally unpronounceable, since it consists of four Hebrew vowels (yod, hay, vav and hay). By the way, that’s also why some people incorrectly call this name “Yahweh,” since (as Rabbi Lawrence Kushner once said), if you tried to pronounce a name that was all vowels, you’d risk serious respiratory injury. But even more importantly, the name YHWH is actually a conflation of all the tenses of the Hebrew verb “to be.” God’s name could be seen as “was-is-will be,” so God isn’t something you can’t capture or name—God is only something you can experience. And indeed, when Moses is at the burning bush, having just been told by God that he will be leading the Israelites out of Egypt, he says, “Suppose I go to the Israelites and say to them, ‘The God of your fathers has sent me to you,’ and they ask me, ‘What is his name?’ Then what shall I tell them?” God responds that God’s name is “Ehyeh asher ehyeh,” which is often translated as “I am what I am.” But it could also be translated as, “I am what I will be.” So God is whatever God will be—we simply have no idea. Indeed, for my own theology, I believe that God is found in the “becoming,” transforming “what will be” into “what is.””
— Rabbi Geoffrey A. Mitelman
something something the symmetry of horror and seeing yourself in the abyss reflected
I just think *concept made up in the 18th cenutry* is a universal part of human existence
Catherine Opie took all the photos of Elliot page for his press tour for his book!?!?
Officially in the “should I get a breakup cat” stage
Babe are you okay you’re reading Raphael bob-waksberg’s “does marge have friends” again
omg imagine being born and you are on a spaceship and everyone aboard is sooo so mad at you just because you burst out of some guy's chest to be born. like um sorry i've not been alive before i didn't even know that's not allowed please be nice to me um the spaceship floor is cold is no one going to knit me some little booties i am calling child protective services
i miss thrifting back in the day when rich people were just bored and thought they were just throwing scraps to the poor now every trust fund baby is a reseller and thinks their nasty ass rags are worthy of wiping the asscrack of God himself
Neon Genesis Evangelion (1995)
the only problem with burritos as a food is that by necessity the best bites happen in the middle of the experience. there’s no other way to fix this
