Immortals, Long Cons, and the Building Fury of the Art History Department
I’ve mentioned my favorite art history professor to @systlin a few times, but there’s one story of him that stays with me. So for you, Plant Aunt, I’ve crafted a tale of one immortal spitefully making sure another immortal finally gets his:
The running joke among David’s students is that our beloved professor is clearly an immortal. How else could we explain his small office crammed with illuminated manuscripts, Scythian and Mongolian bows, 3rd cent. Roman gladii, near-Eastern rugs and ancient swords? The way he sighed wistfully in class and told us how beautiful the Parthenon was when it was new and, “not just a damn tourist attraction”? It wasn’t uncommon for us to see him hefting a sword over his shoulder, leather trench coat flapping in the wind, flipping off the head of security who really should have stopped trying by now.
It was also a running joke that our favorite immortal just did not get technology. I worked at our Help Desk for all four years of college, and David would always request one of his students to come and fix his computer.
“This computer isn’t fast enough,” he told me once, polishing an enameled chalice. Google maps was still loading on the page, trying to parse the coordinates he entered. It was likely looking ten centuries too late. “It needs more of that RAM. Really. I could be soaring over ancient Rome like a bird!”
After repeat requests, he got a brand-new Macbook Pro, which he promptly abandoned for his antique slide projector.
“I just don’t get the new technology,” he shrugged. “You can’t get the feel of things.”
That was the only sentiment he shared with his nemesis.
Toss dog shit over my property line? Enjoy a year of shit in one day.
When I rented my first house with my then girlfriend we had this neighbor who for this story we will call A for asshole. A had a dog, Theo. Theo was a big dog so he made huge shits, like the kind you would expect to get from a small cow.
The first time I mowed the lawn (huge yard, the house was in the left side of the lot with a big yard to the left of the lot) I got dog shit all over my jeans, it was so bad I had to trow the jeans in the trash. At first I thought it was the previous tenant’s dog so I left it at that.
So I used to work as a waiter at a fairly okay steakhouse around the US. Enjoyed my job, got great satisfaction from making people happy, had regulars who loved me and would only come in to see me (even long after the menu items they originally came for stopped being offered).
Well the company decides that this particular location needs a new General Manager. This is someone who was, as it turns out, fired from his last GM position for toxic behaviors including but not limited to sexual harassment of younger female staff.
Most of the time in Kpop or even western groups, fans end up hating or ignoring other members. This is, unfortunately, a reality! BTS love each other so much so they are always trying to protect each other and have a fandom with the same kind mindset. Taehyung always asked us this same, loving and heartwarming request:
During a concert when he made a big heart and said with a smile:
During fansigns, he always showed how every member is valuable.
After he had a long day of continuous shooting, he didn’t forget how everyone worked hard on the project too and said:
Even in the album’s thank to, he repeated the same request (Full HERE).
And he stayed true to this same demand for years. Just this month (Oct 2017) he added 7 SAME flowers to a tweet to express BTS’ unity
This is one of the reasons ARMYs support EVERYONE! We never leave anyone out. NEVER! BTS wish for us to stay together as a fandom just like they are as a team. So please, even if you have a fav or an OTP please don’t start inner-fanwars with other ARMYs. At the end of the day, we are here together for ONE group and ONE goal, right?!