cringe culture is dead but also the fact that i am genuinely a little bit attracted to citizen doctor abraham mehermblur is so fucking cringe
this is so so important to me and mine, and I'm asking you to Do Something so I'll respect your time and keep it brief
in the UK, if 100k sign a a government petition it will be brought to Parliament and debated. y'all know this country is suffering from some 80s-style bigotry right now, and this is one symptom: almost 200k fuckholes have come together to force the government to discuss whether it is 'appropriate' to tell children that queer people exist. this is a big symbolic victory for them. and i am burning with fury.
please, if you're from the UK, sign this counter-petition so they can at least see how much of a minority they are. simply put, the attempt to put these bastards in their place isn't gathering enough steam. there are barely 2000 more signatures now than there were this morning (27th January 2023), and that isn't enough. i refuse to let these people feel even a moment of victory or satisfaction. please help.
For all of my UK followers, please check out the counter petition and sign it if you can!
Anthony eventually gathering all of Kate’s co workers together like
“ladies, we’ve had a fabulous time together. Sandra, you’re amazing. Emily, top notch suture removals. Francine, our bird spotting walks were very special. But: I’m trying to trick your coworker into falling in love with me, though I’m clearly not good enough for her. So I am going to need you all to ignore me as much as possible from now on. So much so you might wonder Is this patient neglect? To which I answer-“
And Sister Danbury just interiors with “Bridgerton, we’re not stupid. Just hurry up and propose to her. This is exhausting all of us, and you’re supposed to be recovering.”
Thinking about Eliot Spencer is a full time job actually
On today's shift I will be thinking about Eliot healing through cooking. A lot of this is textual - learning to use knives to create and nourish instead of harm - but also I think having good food, enjoyable food, has gotta be important to him for other reasons too. Years of MREs and high-energy tasteless ration bars and being thankful it was that rather than days of constant knawing hunger. With Moreau, meals in restaurants so high end there are no prices on the menu, and he is never allowed to touch more than a couple of mouthfuls because rich food sits too heavy in his stomach and wine goes straight to his head without anything to cushion it. Protein shakes, performance fuel, barely food at all.
It can sustain him, but it sure ain't living.
So he cooks, and it's a skill, but the bit it takes him longest to learn is how to eat. How to taste, to enjoy, to learn the value of liking a dish always outweighs the cost of the ingredients. (And later, how to teach Parker the same, the memories running so close to the surface that day - well. He's chopping onions, and nobody's gonna say otherwise.)
How to live.
The brewpub, the food trucks, the inside-out knowledge of everyone's kitchen, the nearest and best groceries, the farms, their favourite meals and anything they need more or less of in their diet, the just-for-birthdays treats he makes any day he thinks someone needs it - it's all part of the same promise. Everyone in Eliot's orbit gets to eat, and eat well. Ain't nothing bank-breaking about a hot bowl of fresh soup or pasta from his food trucks, save the equipment hidden in the back, maybe. Snacks in his bag and pocket and car, not those protein bars, but cereals and chocolate chips and fruit, easy food, good food.
Eliot knows too well what it's like not to have a seat at the table to ever let someone go hungry.
Sas' tags have passed the Peer Review:
Anyway
My favourite way of learning news.
Pasty Rich Boy Slap Fight let’s gooooooooooo
lord grant me the serenity to do my laundry, the courage to do my laundry, and the wisdom to do my laundry
I get really overwhelmed thinking about having to do basic tasks but one thing that I’ve found helps me is to imagine Mama Mary already having started that task for me and I just have to go help out.
Like, the dishes needing to be done does not seem like such an unbearable punishment when I imagine Mary in all her grace and serenity and joy standing there at the kitchen sink, waiting for me to come join her
Also, whenever someone says about abstract art "I could have done that!" my response is "Yeah, that's the point!"
Abstract art emerged at a time when the European art scene was dominated by art houses and art schools where, if you wanted to be called an "artist", you needed their personal approval and you needed to learn directly from them and only them. These gatekeepers of the art world, of course, privileged classical art and realism, things that you often need to go to school for decades for and which people had to buy through the nose to be able to do.
Abstract art was DESIGNED to be easy to make, it was a rejection of all the orthodoxy of the art establishment, it was a rejection that only the rich, the privileged, or the extremely talented could actually be artists, it was a movement designed to be as easy to create and as accessible as possible! It was also a movement that, instead of focusing on the masters and the singular artists or teachers or techniques and looked at the paints, the canvas, the things that ordinary, working-class people made!
Abstract art was made to be reproducible and accessible to everyone, to be free of gatekeeping and standards of what made someone an artist. The point was that everyone could be an artist if they wanted to!
[Transcription:
Stitch with TikTok of person posing next to art at the Museum of Modern art, who has snobbish expressions, captioning that they think they can easily do modern art themselves.
Commentary by @/keetz.me:
Hey wait a minute, I recognize this painting. That's 'Vir Heroicus Sublimis' by Barnett Newman. It's funny you put him in this video because someone actually tried to recreate or 'restore' one of his paintings, and... it failed miserably. Barnett Newman is arguably one of the most well-known abstract expressionist painters, and for good reason. His work made people furious. Newman was most well-known for his very large paintings with stripes - or he called them 'zips' - straight down the painting. One of his most famous works is 'Who's Afraid of Red, Yellow and Blue', a series of four paintings of, all of them pretty similar to this (background picture: an adult human facing a painting measuring over 2 meters tall and 5 meters across) with varying 'zips' on each side, with this very overwhelming red. They were displayed in the Stedelijk Museum in Amsterdam until 1986, a guy named Gerard Jan van Bladeren slashed them with a box cutter. And this wasn't just like one measly poke. This was like 50 feet worth of slashes in this painting! Many were mortified, saying the painting was murdered, and others rejoiced saying de Bladeren (sic) should be made the head of museums across the world. de Bladeren himself never admitted guilt; he said his slashes were works of art in their own right. Still the Stedelijk was like, "we gotta get this painting restored". But no one would take them up on the job because regardless how you feel about Barnett Newman's work, his craft has an undeniable truth. His work is seamless. It doesn't matter how close you get to this thing, you practically cannot see brushstrokes. Anyone who has worked with paint, let alone oil paint, knows how difficult that is, but that's particularly difficult for art restoration. Anyone who's binged enough Baumgartner Restoration videos like I have knows two things about art restoration: you can hide seams in detail; and every bit of restoration must be reversible. So as you can imagine, 50 feet of slashes on a piece with literally no detail to hide it in, with the entire art world looking on to make sure you did it right, was probably not the easiest job. But someone did eventually step up to the plate. That person was Daniel Goldreyer in 1991, and he was less an art restorer and more of someone who looked at the painting and said: "Hey, I could do that." Nearly a decade and $400,000 later, he made this (pictured: the restored painting), which people at the Stedelijk Museum literally wrote in and said they were angry that it wasn't the same as the one that made them as angry as before. Close analysis of the restoration after the fact revealed that it was done with a paint roller and wall paint, which is not removable. He had destroyed the painting - again! The restoration even angered de Bladeren, who went on to slash another painting. Listen, you don't have to love Barnett Newman, he's not my favorite painter either, but - he was a Jewish man trying to figure out what to paint after World War II. And successfully making these really large overbearing paintings with incredible technical precision at a time where you couldn't even go to Michael's because it didn't exist! If you really think you could do it, give it a try. Worst case scenario is you gain an appreciation of the craft. Just on your own canvas please.
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Also including the often-mentioned video by Jacob Geller: "Who's Afraid of Modern Art".
had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing
whenever I vote in a poll and choose the most popular option I am a champion and when I pick the least popular option I am part of the revolutionary underdog class fighting against the posers
It's been years and I still can't believe Nora decided Neil should like the smell of cigarette smoke because it reminds him of when he had to burn his mother's dead body. First of all I don't know why that's the memory of her he'd want to relive, and second cigarette smoke doesn't even smell like fire smoke?? It would've been so easy to be like yeah the smell reminds neil of his mother because she smoked, but no.
This is a prime example of how aftg nearly always takes the dramatic, angsty route over logical route in the funniest, most extra possible way.
f(x) tribute band called f'(x). you'd think the point would be to be derivative but it's actually quite easy to differentiate the two.