i have empathy for black people who thought, with the election of barack, someone with power would finally do something for us and finally turn things around. especially after the trauma of katrina. especially in our post civil rights moment. in response to being crushed under the tendrils of american empire since its inception. looking back, i learned more about faith over the course of his presidency than i did from reading any religious text. all i can think of now is that i hope we move away from trying to find saviors in the heart of empire after his treatment of us. his impact on us has many dimensions and i think it is too early to see how history will remember it, which bifurcation of thought about his legacy will prevail. i wonder how those gingerly photoshopped collages of him and other black heavyweights in our world that many of our aunties and uncles have hanging on the wall will stand the tides of history. history is full of contradictions, after all.

  • video game protagonist: i think before i went on this wild adventure i didn't really have any concept of good or evil and was simply amoral, since when i came here i had no reputation, and it seems i was placed perfectly neutrally on some abstract karmic scale as well
  • video game protagonist: but then i was hit with this progressive series of escalating, bifurcated choices, and i just picked the same kind of answer every time, hoping that i would get something out of it, like i'd get some kind of karmic kickback from never being neutral and never acting in a nuanced manner
  • video game protagonist: so i think i just have the same lack of morality as before, except everyone thinks of me as pure good or pure evil because of the choices i made, rather than the selfish thought processes behind them
  • video game sidekick: you should sublimate these worries into more healthy behaviors like helping people or killing people


There are only 3 weeks left until monster prom! Go through all kinds of absurd and funny situations to raise your stats and seduce one of your classmates. Beautiful art, witty dialogues and hard choices are the main ingredients of this competitive/cooperative (1-4 players) dating sim. Do you know how to conquer a monster’s heart? ;D


“Monster Prom” is a game meant to be played from 1 to 4 players (but trust us: the more, the merrier!) that mixes “choose-your-own-adventure” stuff with dating sims’ mechanics. You are a student at a monster high school. Being a monster can be hard, but getting a date for the monster prom is even harder!


You will have a limited number of turns to explore a school full of weird and amazing events that will let you meet 6 of your classmates. Each event (full of beautiful art and funny dialogues) will lead you to an absurd bifurcation where you will have to make a choice. Each event will let you raise or lose your stats and improve or mess with your relationship with your classmates. Choose wisely! Are you charming enough to go with a certain answer? Are you bold enough to follow a specific choice? Each option can be a potential success or failure. Try to do your best at each situation and enjoy the ride… but don’t forget that, in the end, prom night will arrive and you will have to go all in… but with whom? It surely can be the night of your life… but that will depend on you.


The game Monster Prom by Beautiful Glitch is now on Kickstarter and Steam Greenlight! You can read more or support them here.


Pulmonary emboli usually arise from thrombi that originate in the deep venous system of the lower extremities; however, they rarely also originate in the pelvic, renal, upper extremity veins, or the right heart chambers. After traveling to the lung, large thrombi can lodge at the bifurcation of the main pulmonary artery or the lobar branches and cause hemodynamic compromise.

Pulmonary thromboembolism is not a disease in and of itself. Rather, it is a complication of underlying venous thrombosis. Under normal conditions, microthrombi (tiny aggregates of red cells, platelets, and fibrin) are formed and lysed continually within the venous circulatory system.

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Petition to bring back the tunic

Like really fam, the tunic is great. We can have long ones for men and short ones for ladies so thigh highs don’t disappear.

Bifurcated pants are dumb tbh.


It’s FRIDAY FASHION FACT time! Last week I gave an overview of the history of trousers (read here.) Today I’m going to talk about how pants became womenswear in the western world. While there were rare cases of  women wearing trousers in the ancient world, it was not until relatively recently that women wearing trousers became an acceptable fashion.

In the early 1850s, there was a very small group of women who advocated for a bifurcated (aka, divided in two) garment for women. This was  during the early days of the crinoline trend, when layers of petticoats made skirts extremely heavy and restricting.  Activist Libby Miller promoted wearing full, loose trousers cinched at the ankles, similar to the Turkish style. She introduced the garment to Amelia Bloomer, editor of the first women’s newspaper, The Lily. Bloomer loved the garment, wore it often, and advocated for it in her newspaper. Thus, these loose trousers were dubbed “bloomers.” However, once the cage crinoline was created, Bloomer declared that was change enough, and so abandoned the bloomer trouser. The garment did not disappear completely, though. A modified version became a popular undergarment, allowing women to adopt reform without shocking polite society.

As technology and society developed towards the end of the 19th Century, there were many who recognized that women’s fashion needed to shift along with it. In the early 1890s, the bicycle became extremely popular, as the “safety bicycle” was invented, and costs came down. It allowed women an independence and freedom they had yet to possess. Yet cycling in a long skirt was extremely difficult, and so the newly formed Lady Cyclists’ Association promoted the Bicycle Suit, a menswear inspired garment with full, knee-length trousers. They became very popular, yet were still considered shocking by many, and scandalous when worn outside of cycling.

It wasn’t until the 1910s that it became somewhat acceptable for women to wear trousers outside of active wear. During World War I, when nearly all the working-age men were off fighting, women took their place in the working world. Those who had jobs in factories, and other such hard labor positions, altered their husbands trousers to wear while working. This was both for the
freedom of movement trousers allowed, as well as to save money and preserve their skirts for social situations. Even during this time, a woman wearing trousers in public was still considered scandalous. When the war ended, there were a bold few who were not so quick to give up the freedom which trousers allowed.

Throughout the 1920s and 30s, it became increasingly common for a woman to wear trousers for leisure. Women more commonly participated in sports, and the rise of the aviator meant an increasing number of female celebrities seen wearing trousers. This was also the case with the rise of the Hollywood Movie
Star, with actresses such as Marlene Dietrich and Katherine Hepburn frequently photographed in trousers.

When World War II hit, the situation from WWI repeated itself, with women entering the workforce and wearing their husband’s altered clothing. This time, however, it occurred to an even greater extent, with vast material shortages and clothing rations. This solidified trousers’ position in women’s wardrobes. Though they were still only accepted in casual situations, they continued to increase in popularity throughout the next several decades. There was an additional boost in the 1960s when Yves Saint Laurent introduced the formal trouser. Despite the development, though, women’s trousers are still mainly acceptable only in more casual situations to this day. As we know, though, fashion is constantly

Want to learn more about the history of women wearing pants? Check out these books:

Women in Pants, by Catherine Smith and Cynthia Greig

100 Years of Fashion, by Cally Blackman

Have a question about fashion history that you want answered in the next FRIDAY FASHION FACT? Just click the ASK button at the top of the page!

the Opposer...

“The Opposer is the god-form of transgression; it personifies the essential ethos of the Crooked Path and is the totem of the sorcerous mentality. Its double-form is perceived in contemplating the two sides of a knife edge or the bifurcation of a serpent’s tongue. One may discuss the double-form in dualistic positive/negative terms or in male/female polarized terms. In the former mode the positive form is the attitude adopted by the sorcerer in order to be at one with a given environment of belief, that is, to use the surroundings, irrespective of their nature, as the vehicle of one’s path. The negative form is the conscious inversion of the forms of belief which are imposed upon oneself from outside and the use of their inverse forms as the vehicle of one’s path. The key is alternation between the two forms according to the needs of the sorcerer. In simple and illustrative terms: the positive application of the Opposer allows one to move unseen within any given environment of belief and to utilize it without incongruency, either within one’s own internal belief structure or in the system within which one is moving. The negative application liberates one from the imposition of belief-forms upon one’s perceptual purity by the deliberate over-turning of those imposed forms; the inverse belief-forms being taken as the expression of one’s own intent. An understanding of this secret reveals one reason why the Sabbatic Initiate could utilize the demonic symbology imposed upon the strata of folk-magic during the Inquisition; it also reveals why such an initiate could go to a Christian church without offence to himself or any others. One should bear in mind that the two forms or modes of praxis are means to the realization of the Opposer as the Force which transgresses all Nature.”   

Andrew D. Chumbley, “The Sabbatic Cultus: an Interview with Andrew D. Chumbley" by Robert Fitzferald; Opuscula Magica Vol. 2

”…the Crooked Path may be seen as a perpetual dance between the stations of Holiness and Heresy, Tradition and the Deviation of the Path. Each momentary stance must be held in equipoise, the practitioner fully aware of the summit of its potentials, as well as their weaknesses, ultimately knowing that meditative integration will render all duality false and illusory.“

Daniel A. Schulke, Foreward to Opuscula Magica Vol. 2

This manifest realization is something which has greatly impacted and fueled my sorcerous work in such ways as its realignment of personal praxis and as the vehicle for change I work to embody.

please no

forgive yourself your confusion like I forgive you, because I do. I nonchalantly accept it. he had an audacity to tell me he was in love with me, was, the past tense. ha. the grand immediacy of things. smoke shop in Austin I rather enjoyed. bifurcating paths, only mirroring one another (reflecting), along ascending and descending staircases. and there is a glitch. something that should be especially cherished. night Austin at the periphery of worlds

                                           Kruchenykh,* you are a mad coachman;
                                           Strangers are in your carriage!*

                                               Alina Vitukhnovskaya

night lilies
blah blah blah


poetic frustrations


chapter 1862, in which Alice, to her dismay, discovers that E.E. Cummings is barely translated into Russian.

if I read the poem Eyefuls of lavender by Ryan Wilbur aloud, I’d stress “o” in diamond.
if I read it aloud, I’d stress in diamond.
shewn through a fractured diamond

although of course it can be read as it should be, grammatically, as well.)

another poem conducted as a secret operation under the cover of the night:

under the cover of the night
                    another poem
conducted as a secret operation.

it reminds me of Khlebnikov.

everything does.

cheer cheer (veselie veselie)*

glorious prince of dusty province 

I imagine the melanchily of this scale
and the range of powerlessness
and doubt

I hear A.V.’s complaints from time to time
they reach me as bubbles from a bathyscaphe reach the surface of water

she was banned to what she perceived to be ghetto
Moscow suburbia
no one ever calls it ghetto
it’s like to call it favela
it is not

vast landscapes of 16-, 18-, 22-storey buildings, one resembling another to the point that even those who live there for years, confuse them. in fact one of the iconic films of the late Soviet cinematography, called The Irony of Fate,**** is structured around this horrific resemblance, with a drunk man arriving to the wrong address in another city, blissfully assured that he’s coming to his own apartment, and even his key fits the lock–yes, there were standard locks all around the place, several types. only after sobering slightly he notices the furniture is differently arranged (! not even different), and demands from the woman whom the place belongs to: “Why did you move the cupboard?”

I imagined the level of her solitude

her cosmic aloneness

I met her in Moscow. she was concerned with me posting pictures on facebook
that we met
but she wanted to make sure
she looked great in those pictures
and she did
but she did not think so

the alternative reading of the famous Edmund Blair Leighton’s painting The Accolade (done later than a naive viewer would imagine, in 1901), would be, the lady is about to decapitate the knight.

long (white) golden                                              someone said, she would not
embroidered gown                                          want to spill the gown with blood
                                                                                 perhaps she would.

do you mind if I pin it down? tsk impolite of me. all we have is a flow of monologues sometimes surprised at one another. 


smashed a flower                                                  [where tags become
                                                         a metapragmatic commentary of sorts]

a kind chameleon:
put it on a golden plate,
it is golden;
throw it on a velvet curtain,
it is scarlet;
adorn with it an armchair,
it is burgundy.

                                                                   have you ever worn cowboy boots?
                                                         it has long been known that the Texas sky
                                                                          is not like other skies

beyond all those armors of text.
scenes of violence always
nightmares                                                                  Red Room
let a knife between those lines
and rotate

                                                   one could always slice an orange
                                                   with a shiny knife

periwinkle, a nice blue little flower
also, color(celestial blue)

text expires; did you notice? the read text is like unwritten and can be equated to its absence. 

                                                            I welcome everything you possibly
                                                                                    could have for me.

should a seashore show me
a shell or two,
I would like to see one broken,
sandgrains glued
to the inside
of its spiral

         d                         r                        I have to consult a god,
   e                   a                                   a brush of fire
                n                                            in a dim glass sphere;
    o                                     c                 the sphere rotates–
                             e                               the god silencer,
        r                                  p                 the god necromancer,
                                                     a cynocephalus god,
                                                              would dispel at dawn.

two kinds of poets, if one needs to classify. if you want to be inspired, be. children and animals take photographs without much of a preceding notion of what a photo should look like. second degree misrepresentation. the dog-headed Saint Christopher. guilt is something one chooses to embrace. that is not to say that if there is guilt, it is easy to free oneself from it. guilt is an affect, in a Spinozian sense of “affect.”


language possesses the body like a spirit.
a body moves in a different manner once one speaks this or that language
English in particular requires far more active gesticulation than Russian
Spanish, far greater than English
I still cannot get rid of an impression that there is an invisible battle going on when I see people talking
it’s a fence exercisewith a number of invisible opposers

they came from that side of Skype, and typed something, I saw the movement of the electronic pencil busy scribbling, then they erased whatever it was they were saying, I saw a tremble of the electronic eraser, scratching away words already written–already written
                                                  silence continued

it was like rustling in the forest: leaves broken, brunches snapping under foot
                                                                                                              or hoof
                                         someone was close

                but did not reveal oneself
perhaps a mystical creature                                                doubtlessly


a deer with silver antlers
                        fire ants
                                        building the Babylon ziggurat

don’t you want to create a text bifurcating endlessly, stumbling upon itself, explaining and elucidating itself tirelessly, starting itself anew every time, and multiplying its own existence in a variety of different versions? no, she said. thanks. no, god. please no. 

amazing and miraculous,
ladies and gentlemen

                                                                    to love me is a hard labor****

*Aleksei Kruchenykh, poet, one of the circle associated with the Russian Futurism movement
**my translation of a fragment of poem by either Velimir Khlebnikov or Alexei Kruchenykh. alternative translation would be “joy joy”
***the title of the film is of course ironic, no one would seriously call a movie “the irony of fate,” it’s a comedy.
****“to love some is a heavy cross” Boris Pasternak

nuclearmentality  asked:

Terezi w/ the bifurcated (split) brush, and Sollux with the ghost brush, because I'm not letting them have nice things. Alternatively, if you're feeling nice (READ: LAZY), do it the other way round. (i kid, of course : P)

Okay but: both of them as ghosts.

In dynamical systems, a bifurcation occurs when a small change made to the parameter values of a system causes a sudden qualitative or topological change in its behaviour. The name “bifurcation” was first introduced by Henri Poincaré in 1885 in the first paper in mathematics showing such a behavior.

Even in simple systems such as the logistic map, bifurcations can arise and introduce chaos. A rough description of chaos is that chaotic systems exhibit a great sensitivity to initial conditions. The animation depicts a cobweb diagram of the logistic map and shows its chaotic behavior.

anonymous asked:

please do rant buddy chum pal TuT

fumes just brushed shoulders with some folks who, are still in the toxic mindset of needing to “dress like a girl” for someone to be a girl :^)

so like. who tf cares if a guy wants to wear makeup? who says it makes him “less of a guy”. makeup makes you feel pretty? you wear as much as you like, i wish you good lighting in your selfies

many other cultures in the world/history had the height of masculinity as wearing “non bifurcated garments” (ie. Not Pants) and long hair. my philosophy professor specifically brought up edo period samurai as an example

I’M JUST. tired of ppl judging my “credibility” of gender on my clothes/ wtf, it’s my closet and has 0 to do with what i am today or the next

can ppl just post selfies without others commenting how “you can’t /possibly/ be a guy if you dress like that” shut all the way the fuck uuup