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"Why are there so many female archers in fiction?"
Please forgive the clickbait-y title! This is a super complex and interesting topic that I barely scratch the surface of here, but I hopefully will be able to do more justice to things like this in the future!
Also, it's not the point of the video, but I had fun with the outfits in this- do you have any faves?
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of COURSE there's been an emaciated wild wolf spotted twice today at our campground. Of course.
The park ranger came around to tell us about this and stuck around to hang out for a while, because we were easily the most chaotic and least troublesome campsite, and she went "I hope you guys aren't offended by this but you seem like the cast of a horror movie," and I gotta say...we've got that energy. Our main camping group consisted of:
She really couldn't figure out how we all knew each other, because we're such a random assortment of people. Which is fair!
We're going to be setting up wolf-watch into the wee hours of the morning and mostly just hanging out by the campfire telling old stories and seeing if we can't collectively solve an embezzlement case.
We made the ranger guess what each of us did and (in order of appearance) her guesses were:
Which is remarkably spot on; we're recommending she send in an application to the local psychic.
But…. How Do You All Know Each Other? You can’t just drop that kind of information on us without any backstory.
We have needs!
oh we all used to run a con together
Like a convention or like a heist? I feel like it could go either way.
Don't worry about it
For everyone saying this should be a real movie or Leverage episode or D&D campaign, here's some extra flavor for you: of the five people in our camping party, two of them are my ex-boyfriends.
But did you solve the embezzlement case?
We did! And we're keeping the park ranger, she's in the group chat and invited us to Vulture Day at the nature center.
There's a lot of dumb ass animal cruelty takes in general but my favorite is the people who think you need to force sled dogs to pull.
Have you ever walked a dog before in your entire life? They love to pull. They're the pullingest damn things you ever saw. They'll merrily rip your rotator cuff in half like a phone book for the chance to stick their own face into a pile of old feces. They'll drag you down the road while you go through all 5 stages of grief trying to make them stop.
There are hundreds of products on the market promising to get ordinary non sled dogs to stop pulling their hapless owners down the road and spilling their iced coffees. People have gone so far as to use electric collars to try and zap sense into their poor stupid labradoodle that wants nothing more but to suicidally pull itself and everyone it loves into the snarling maw of the nearest leash reactive pit bull.
A dog that's allowed to pull, nay, encouraged to pull, is probably the most self actualized animal on the planet right after seagulls that live somewhere with food stands outdoors.
TikTok is worth it for this video alone. Gonna have this on repeat for at least a week.
Making the burgundy dress.
Design, patterns and sewing made by me. The dress is renaissance inspired, with some personal modifications. The whole dress was hand sewn, including the hems. More pictures of it and a tutorial can be found on my blog.
I can’t even begin to express how beautiful this is
Please Pour Some Rain! (2018) by Taiwanese textile and quilt artist, Lin Hsin-Chen (born in 1974)
and porta-potties don’t count, I’m talking about poppin a squat directly onto nature. anyway I’m trying to see something
every antique store looks like this
[ID: a doodle of a cartoonishly convoluted building layout with lots of strangely shaped rooms, weird hallways, crevices, and dead ends. an X in the middle is labelled “the heart (several old people sitting around the checkout talking shit),” and a little appendage at the bottom is labelled “door.”]
1,500 drones light up the sky over Shenzhen on June 22 with a flying dragon
this amazing display kicked off China's Dragon Boat Festival, taking place on the 5th day of the 5th month of the Chinese calendar, commemorating the ancient poet Qu Yuan
« A closer look at some of the examples of messy and tactile activities from the Ice Age, perhaps unsurprisingly, reveals the presence of children. Once assumed to be the enigmatic marks made by trance-induced shamans practising some otherworldly hunting magic, archaeological research is increasingly showing that making cave art was a social, group-wide behaviour – and children were active participants.
A recent study by a team of researchers in Spain found that hand-stencils made deep within caves represent all members of society. Children, and even infants younger than three years old, participated in making hand-stencils alongside adolescent, adult and elderly individuals. The youngest undoubtedly would have had to be held still by an adult as ochre was sprayed over their hand to produce the stencils, giving an intimate glance into the making of this art. As discussed by the authors of this study, the social nature of this behaviour suggests that the making of art was not limited to a privileged few, but was an activity that involved everyone, enhancing group cohesion in the process. […]
Making hand-stencils seems to have been a practice that was repeated by different cultural groups throughout the Ice Age world, from the caves of Pech Merle and Gargas in modern-day France to Leang Timpuseng cave in Sulawesi. […] Even within the same cave, hand-stencils may be separated by several thousand years, implying that people returned to the same place and added their hands to the assemblage of their ancestors’ hands. This behaviour was likely a visceral experience for Ice Age people; an ancient form of handshake between hands reaching through time, and a more-or-less permanent record of having been there. […]
How much more meaningful is it, then, that children actively participated in this important cultural practice? Not only did adults install themselves within these environments, engaging with the hands left by their ancestors in the process, but they encouraged their children to do so too. […] Echoes of children’s playful behaviours can also be glimpsed in […] finger flutings – marks made by tracing fingers through the soft clay-like ‘moonmilk’ that coats cave walls. [They] were often made by children, perhaps as young as five years old. There is a distinctly childlike feel to these ribbon-like marks preserved in the cave wall; one can picture children running alongside the wall, fingers firmly pressing into the pliable, muddy surface.
[…] Children’s footprints are also often present in the same caves […]. The footprints are sometimes chaotic, with small feet overlapping one another and no clear direction from one area of the cave to another. Some have suggested this represents children dancing, painting a vivid image of children playing under the dim glow of firelight. Small crawl spaces within caves, too, were perhaps only accessible to children. The small, clumsy drawings within these spaces likely reflect children practising their own art […].
Ice Age children, much like our own children, joyfully engaged with the world in messy and creative ways – and, it seems, were actively encouraged to do so by their parents. These hand-stencils create an intimate connection with these children. Their small hands, which last touched the rock surface of cave walls tens of thousands of years ago, reach out to us from that distant and largely unknowable past. It is as if they are enticing us to connect with them and reach back in response: a tender handshake across time. »
— Izzy Wisher, “The art of Ice Age children offers a tactile sense of the past”
Insects in the garden. Värmland, Sweden (September 3, 2015).
25 years of ads peeled away
A warning
tomorrow
Actual roman epitaph for a dog
humans are the same
I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).
Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,
Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.
Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille
Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.
Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem
Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis
Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,
Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.
Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas
Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,
Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,
Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,
Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter
And here’s my translation:
Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years). For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck. I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human. Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself! You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps. You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you. Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail...
tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved. (another translation with some glossing of the text.)
I received a couple of asks about aquaponics after yesterday's post so I thought I'd show how I add a new plant to the aquaponics system, to get a better idea of how it works!
Step 1. Grow your plants from seed in seed trays like normal seedlings (pictured here, young green beans)
2. When it has well-developed roots, extract the seedling using a teaspoon or some kind of other thing
3. Rinse it a bit (that's just to avoid having too much dirt end up in the fish tank) (if it's a little it's fine, the filter will catch it)
4. Let your dog carry out a routine inspection
5. Wet a piece of cloth, which is just here to wick fish tank water and ensure the plants' roots are damp all the time. (5bis. Let your fish carry out a routine inspection)
6. Place the seedlings on the cloth and the cloth sandwiched in the grow medium that'll go in the tower. It's a piece of foam and it's here so the plants' roots can hold on to it and not fall down as they grow vertically (you can see old dried roots from ghost beans still holding on to the foam)
7. Insert the foam into the tower like a little train of plants
8. Hang the tower next to its friends
You can also grow seeds directly in little bits of growing medium, so then you just pop them in a free spot in a tower when they've sprouted, without having to take down the tower. I do this with plants that have tiny roots that would have trouble holding on to the cloth / foam on their own (here baby onions)
Some plants that are doing really well in the towers right now include pickles and strawberries! I've already pickled some pickles (2 jars) and am hoping for more. I'm not doing anything special with the strawberries because I just gobble them as soon as I can.
