I dress traditionally masculine and feel most comfortable like this, but I also feel really at home with a caregiver/homemaker role which is traditionally female-coded and devalued by society. I love cooking, sewing and taking care of kids. At my best, my masculinity is firm and gentle, not aggressive or showy. To me being my own man means doing what I love without shame, and embracing my whole being instead of just the parts that fit society’s idea of a man.

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the prose comes down plop, it is quite appealing

But Ben Jonson cannot squander his gold, his gold which he has never possessed; he can only squander excrement. Karl Abraham […] “cites, in proof of the close association between sadistic and anal impulses instances in his experiences with neurotics when an explosive bowel evacuation has been a substitute for a discharge of anger or rage, or has accompanied it.” Certainly Jonson seems to explode in this fashion. The directness with which he gives way to the impulse is probably another cause of his chronic unpopularity. The climax of The Poetaster is the administering of emetic pills, the effects of which take, in this case, the form of a poetic joke. The comic high point of The Alchemist comes with the locking of one of the characters in a privy, where he will be overcome by the smell. This whole malodorous side of Jonson was given its fullest and most literal expression in the poem called The Famous Voyage which was too much for even Gifford and Swinburne, in which he recounts a nocturnal expedition made by two London blades in a wherry through the roofed-over tunnel of Fleet Ditch, which was the sewer for the private privies above it. A hardly less literal letting-go is the whole play of Bartholomew Fair[…]. It is Ben Jonson’s least strained and inhibited play, and one of his most successful. He drops verse for colloquial prose; he forgets about classical precedents. He dumps out upon his central group of characters […].

– E. Wilson, “Morose Ben Jonson”

Daily Poison - 27/1/14

Once again, my day ends late - have a bit of poison before bed:

‘At least as far back as Dioscorides, emetics were seen as appropriate, and indeed they still can be for some cases of posoning, where there is no risk of the expelled poison getting sidetracked into the lungs and doing even more harm.’

e.g. Syrup of Ipecac 

I remember the day my sister told me the secret to vomiting rainbows….it sounds like a terrible idea, “eat a bunch of rainbow gummy bears she said”“take
Emetics she said” and then she added, “you’ll basically be puking all day, and when your stomach is empty you’ll dry heave”

I don’t think I want to dry heave and puke rainbows all day…

[Pope] famously slipped Curll an emetic in a tavern and detailed the prank in a gloating pamphlet. With his characteristic ability to bounce back from humiliation, Curll later described the episode himself in The Curliad (1729), a virtuoso display of literary chutzpah written in counter-attack against The Dunciad Variorum.

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“Hello, cupcake…” the rough, smoky voice of the clique’s leader echoed through the halls. Dell swallowed his nervousness down, before he turned his attention to the man in front of him that had been his walking nightmare for the last three years.
“G'day, Jane.”

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Today I learned the reason so many apartments have carpet flooring: it softens the footsteps so your neighbors downstairs can’t hear you.

I vastly prefer wood floors, so I’ve always lived in wood floor apartments.  But I figured most people preferred carpets, since most apartments seem to have carpet.  And I thought, in particular, that the kind of people who lived in high-rises tended to prefer carpet, because high-rises always seem to have carpet.  (Or maybe I assumed carpet was cheaper, and high-rises were optimized for that.)

But anyway now I have a much better understanding of why people put in carpets.  I was going to say, this ties into the whole topic of trading off aesthetics for cost/convenience.  But maybe it’s trading off one aesthetic thing (pretty wood floors) for another (peace and quiet).

I love peace and quiet, but I still prefer wood floors.


The art of building a properly functioning scarecrow is long forgotten. Most that exist today are simply decoys, unable to independently hunt pheasants or play mandolins like their forerunners. Medieval farmers were well acquainted with the process of building automatons from vegetable matter, but the requirements were mostly passed down through oral tradition alone, and eventually lost to time.

Recovered pages from the Forbidden Almanac of 1812 describe several segments of this process in great detail. A complete anatomy is constructed out of vegetables stored within the scarecrow’s abdomen. A single aubergine typically forms the liver, while chains of hollowed maize are repurposed as intestines. The scarecrow’s organs come to life as the flora stored inside begins to rot, and as such, their seven to thirteen days of life are spent in a state of constant decay.

The apparent consciousness obtained by such scarecrows may be an epiphenomenon of the bacterial cultures slowly consuming their bodies from the inside. Some have suggested that a form of rudimentary code is inscribed into the vegetable pulp, similar to the emet that activates a golem, and that this language is naturally compiled by fermentation. Without a working example, however, none of these claims can be confirmed.