First time in 8 years anyone has ever submitted a thing to me on here and this is what shows up? Well, thank you crocodile! It’s a lovely hand and I’m glad you feel comfortable sharing it. 🙂
Today my boyfriend accidentally broke the ear off of his dog statue, which he’s had for twelve years, and discovered another smaller dog inside… I have so many questions.
20 Questions
I was tagged by @jeffthehardway to answer these 20 questions and tag 20 people I want to know more about.
1) Name: Ted. It’s Edward, really.
2) Nicknames: I was called Tedward by a few, but it didn’t stick and I don’t think it makes a great nickname.
3) Height: Look up, waaaaaay up.
4) Orientation: via the stars, mostly. I can use a compass but it’s less fun.
5) Nationality: Canadian
6) Favorite Fruit: Wild raspberries picked in a wild, untamed place.
7) Favorite Season: The autumn of the year.
8) Favorite Flower: The humble chrysanthemum.
9) Favorite Scent: Maple logs burning in a distant fireplace mixed with a cold night air.
10) Favorite Color: This question always makes me kind of angry.
11) Favorite Animal: I like elephants.
12) Coffee, Tea, or Hot 🍫: Coffee.
13) Average Hours of 💤: 6.25
14) 🐶 or 🐈 Person: Both. I choose cats because of our house and location.
15) Favorite Fictional Character: Sherlock Holmes, maybe.
16) Number of Blankets you 💤 With: 2.
17) Dream Trip: Just a long, long road trip to anywhere.
18) Blog Created: August 2010
19) Number of Followers: 558
20) Random Fact: I once came first in a breath-holding contest with 25 participants.
When I was cleaning out my parent’s house for sale I pulled out an old wooden desk in the basement. It had been there since my childhood, and my dad had kept a small rock garden and some cactus under a florescent light
on to of it. Because of the way he had it set up, a couple of drawers were always blocked off and inaccessible.
My mom had obviously used it for marking papers and preparing history lessons, because it was full of teaching-related stuff. In one of the drawers was a pristine copy of Life magazine from 1968, looking as if it had just been plucked from the news stand.
It’s interesting to read new accounts of the time in the format they were presented. I notice how big the pictures are, and how uncluttered and straightforward the reporting was.
I think people should pay for art. They should pay for music and porn and crafts and poetry and games in the same way they pay for delicious confections or new shoes.
This morning I happened upon a blog that does nothing except post scans taken directly from rupi kaur’s poetry books. Over and over again, reblogging itself in an endless queue. Constant repetition.
I think sometimes capitalism has worn away the value of abstract ideas so perfectly it goes beyond simple commodification or piracy. Find a young poet. Take everything the poet ever paid to have self-published. Disseminate the poems for free. Make them ubiquitous. Fling them so far afield and in such great numbers the young poet will never make a cent from them ever again. Kill those poems.
It just seems strange to me that in an era when it’s never been easier to appreciate and contribute directly to a musician, or artist, or porn-performer, or crafter, or poet, or game designer, a fractal hive-mind came into being which subverts copyright so perfectly that proceeds to an artist are immediately and completely removed.
I went outside this morning, into the -32. I’m not sure why, but I never miss the opportunity to experience something colder than I ever have before. It brought to mind all the stories I’ve ingested about icebound ships. The Erebus and Terror, the Endurance, the Discovery, all held captive by temperature.
Intriguing. This is a real thing. http://a.co/41hxOxB
please I am dying please tell me more about your historical crush girl I need her name I’m actually so insanely interested in this girl now also she’s cute and seems funny and I frickin LOVE history AND women
Oh, Anon. I hate to break it to you, but artist’s models are always elusive. What do we know? She was in the circle of Gerrit Van Honthorst during the 1620′s when he was living in Utrecht and enjoying the patronage of Elizabeth of Bohemia and her brother, Charles I of England. He was prolific, and she appears frequently in his paintings of scenes involving music.
(van Honthorst is an excellent resource for those of us interested in lutes and other Renaissance stringed instruments, which is how I stumbled upon her.)
She plays an 8 course lute with a bowl made from striped yew in the style of the workshop of Wendelin Tieffenbrucker:
But she’s versatile! Here she’s performing with a strange, wire-strung instrument called the Opharion, which had a convoluted body outline and multiple scale lengths so the frets are in a fan shape rather than parallel to each other:
Oh, but that’s not all! You need some low end your session? She’ll add that viol da gamba and get the Galliard thumpin’!:
By 1630, she had a sweet 5 course guitar:
In 1713 Johann Mattheson wrote, “If a lutenist lives to be eighty years old, surely he has spent 60 years tuning, and she was no exception:
So there you have it. Crush away. (There are also some NSFW images too- sometimes in the heat of playing these low cut bodices tend to slip a little, but she wasn’t about to stop the song for a wardrobe malfunction.)
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