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I think we caught the kitschiest Autobahn rest stop at the kitschiest possible moment.

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I think we caught the kitschiest Autobahn rest stop at the kitschiest possible moment.
I'm thinking of Symphony of the Sixth Blast Furnace by Evgeny Sedukhin again...
hmm okay i'm trying to dig up a source on this painting, to see if i could find it in any higher quality
but i can't find any evidence of its existence from before 2018 lmao
and searching the artist's name only gets me like 6 pages of results on google
and a little artist showcase page on arthive for this guy with exactly 1 painting listed
and a biography that spells this guy's name like 5 different ways
which i'm pretty sure is because it's machine translated from something
very mysterious
oh doing his name in russian gives me some actually useful results, why didn't i think to do that
Солнечный город "Sunny City" - No date given.
Мир "World" - No date given.
Чусовские просторы. "Chusovskie expanses." Canvas, oil, 1997. Exhibited at the Nizhny Tagil Museum of Nature.
Осень "Autumn"
ooooh this one is really nice
Огни трудового Тагила, "The Lights of Labor Tagil" acquired by the Tretyakov Gallery in 1986.
октябрь "October" 2009 cardboard, oil, 29.5x39.5 cm
Осень на Чусовой, "Autumn on Chusovaya" 1999, canvas, oil, 79x100 cm
Чугун идет "Cast Iron is Coming" 1976
okay that's all the art this article had, i'm really glad i could find some this artist's other woks!!!!
YEAHHHHHHHHHH
There's a whole video genre I've discovered of women, generally Latina, Asian and Philippina, sometimes Arab, doing general house cleaning. It's certainly an interesting cultural artifact to have entire minutes-long videos of women sweeping their earthen yards or doing laundry, but I like to get these glimpse into very different living conditions and expectations.
One thing that consistently feels very jarring to me is how these cultures that I think mostly have tile and cement floors go about floor cleaning. Every time they dump a bucket of soapy water across the floor and start scrubbing away, part of my mind goes OMG!, because you really cannot be doing that in the stick -built wooden houses I've grown up with and lived around.
Hell, we had to replace the vinyl flooring in the back entrance of the old house because it had all come up just from repeated exposure to wet boots and frozen chicken waterers thawing. It was just plywood subfloor for a while. In this house, there's a bit in front of the fridge where a seam is slightly lifted up from the old fridge leaking as it died. These are both relatively cheap floors, but most modern American houses just aren't designed to be slopping water around.
Personally, I use a spray mop, a sort of reusable, washable Swiffer wet jet kinda thing, and when I mop, the floors never get more than damp. And apparently "don't get water all over the floor" is very deeply ingrained in me. I just find that example of how taboo and material culture are inseparably entwined interesting.
There's a scene in Pippi Longstocking where she dumps a bucket of water on the floor, ties scrub brushes to her feet and skates around the room on them to scrub the floor and I think that baffled me even as a kid
Sick list of symptoms bro. Now try humanizing your behavior instead of pathologizing it.
Pathologizing: Hey sorry I yelled at you. I have this ADHD symptom called RSD that makes me really sensitive.
Humanizing: Hey, I’m sorry that I blew up like that earlier. In the moment I felt really attacked and overwhelmed and I reacted badly, but I know you didn’t mean to offend me with what you said, so that behavior is on me.
Because I just saw a post bitching about this one, I want to add: this post is saying that you need to take accountability for the way you hurt other people, even if it happens because of a symptom of your disability/illness. It's also saying that using terms (especially acronyms) that aren't common knowledge isn't a helpful way to explain yourself. It is NOT saying that you need to let people walk all over you because "your disability isn't an excuse."
If you're diabetic, you don't have to eat the honey glazed ham that will send you into a coma (their example). But you also can't yell at the person offering it and accuse them of trying to kill you. You can just say "thanks, but my body can't handle that kind of sugar intake, so I'll pass"
If you run over someone's foot with your wheelchair you still apologise

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IT'S GLASS.
This is "Arras", by Mark Lewanski, and the medium is G L A S S.
Just incredible.
since my notes are blowing up and everybody seems to love ichi's new paintjob, here he is in motion hunting a relative's dog for sport
reblog if you’ve had an online friendship that’s lasted more than 2 years
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increasingly sarcastic shrugs
text: I don't want to say I told you so, but I do want to heavily imply it
This is a real picture taken by photographer Keinichi Ohno. It's a single photo of a bird standing at the edge of some water with a wall and its reflection creating a fascinating optical illusion.

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WoodSwimmer: A New Stop-Motion Short Made Entirely by Tediously Cutting Through Wood [VIDEO]
I miss... not writing, as such. But being a person who could write, if that makes sense.
I feel like I broke my brain. With work, maybe, with too little time to think and dream. With social media, for sure, with a near-endless stream of shiny (or stupid) things to look at. With short snippets of text, mixed with pictures and videos, nothing that I need to focus on for longer than a few moments.
It's ruined my reading brain, too. Sometimes, a book hits just the right spot and I can still do it, but mostly it's a struggle, too much, too long, too little variety.
And I know a social media detox would do me well. Rebuild my focus. Wean my brain off whatever hormone/neurotransmitter/whatever social media constantly feeds it. Spend time with my kid without constantly reaching for my phone. (That is the worst. I hate it, and I hate that I can't stop.)
But then. It's not just entertainment. It's connection. It's the friends in the phone, and the people I don't yet know well but want to.
I don't really follow "content creators". I follow people I find interesting. Like... the content is a bonus. But I'm there for the people.
I miss the era of blogs.
No, really, so much. Longer texts. Written by people, showing as much about their personalities and lives as about their interests. Having actual conversations in the comments, instead of leaving likes.
I will never stop wondering how my houseplant blogging buddies from way back when are doing. One by one we all faded away...
And so I keep coming back to my activity pages, my brain gets its little dose of happy chemical because There's Something, and then it's just deeply unsatisfying because it's just a like, not a comment. And I come back three minutes later because What If Now?
And really that is not what I set out to write. I was going to write about missing being a Person Who Writes, both someone who writes clever plant things, and someone who writes stories. About driving along the river, and the pretty views tugging at my brain with impatient little fingers, "we want to be in a story!" Little forest sprites peeking from the trees, majestic ships on the water, dragons soaring overhead, long-forgotten snatches of song floating to the surface and bubbling over my lips... and the deep sadness of knowing I no longer know how to do anything with these things.
audio On 😂😂😂
"Waldinneres bei Mondschein", Caspar David Friedrich (1774–1840)

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Hooking rugs that look like dogs
Here's how I do it:
The process I use is called rug hooking (not latch hook or punch needle or tufting, though it is the forerunner of the latter two techniques). Rugs are hooked by pulling loops of fabric strips or yarn through the holes of a base fabric with a coarse open weave, like burlap, or linen, or rug warp. The loops are pulled through the fabric with a squat-handled hook whose business end is shaped like a crochet hook. There are no knots and the loops aren't sewed down in any way. The whole thing stays put just by the tension of all those loops packed together in the weave of the foundation fabric.
This isn't a true detailed tutorial but a walk-through of my particular process. The same information is on my web page, emilyoleary.com .
I hook with yarn, rather than with cut strips of wool fabric, which is what many rug hookers use. I can get a looser, more organic distribution of loops with yarn than I could with wool strips, which are hooked in neat lines.
Mostly I use wool yarn. In terms of yarn weight, I can use DK, worsted, or Aran. If I'm using thicker yarn, I leave more holes un-hooked; if I'm using finer yarn, I hook more densely or double up lengths of it. I particularly like using single ply yarns (like Brown Sheep Lamb's Pride or Malabrigo Worsted). I don't keep count, but I think I usually use around two dozen types and colors of yarn per dog.
This is my yarn wall in my apartment. Mostly brown and gray yarn!
I start from a small drawing in my sketchbook, then I head to FedEx office to use a copy machine, blowing up the drawing repeatedly and experimenting with how big the dog rug should be.
After transferring the image onto my linen, I immediately go over it with Sharpie, because the Saral is really difficult to see and really easy to rub off.
The rug is held taut by a PVC quilting frame that I set on my lap.
I push my hook down through the fabric with my right hand and my left hand stays below the fabric and guides the yarn while I pull it up and through with the hook. Not every hole in the fabric is hooked. Hooking every hole would make the rug too dense. I do hook pretty densely, though-- If you pick up one of my rugs you’ll see they have a slight curl to them, which is because they’re hooked pretty tight. I'm using all different weights and types of yarn, so it's a challenge to keep the overall tension even.
I hook my loops at varying heights to create a very low relief. Sometimes I trim the loops to make them fluffier or wispier or to shape a particular part. I look at a reference photo while I work and pull out and redo sections a lot.
My q-snap frame can accommodate the growing dog rug. I have extenders to make it bigger and I can clamp around my hooking.
The back of a rug looks like lines of little stitches. The lines are little worm trails snaking around because lines of hooking are not supposed to cross over each other. It's important to start a new length of yarn rather than cross over a stitch you already made! I read this when I first started and took it to heart. It makes it much easier to undo and redo hooking if you have to (and I redo sections A Lot). It also keeps the back from getting too bulky and resulting in uneven wear on the back of a functional rug that gets floor use.
When I’m done hooking everything I turn the rug over and brush watered-down Sobo glue on the edges of the dog, making sure to get one or two of the outermost lines of hooking. I do a couple coats of this thinned out glue. I'm careful not to use so much that it seeps to the front of the rug. When the glue is dry I cut the rug out, but I don't cut so close that the loops don't have any linen to keep them in.
It generally takes me at least several months to finish one dog rug. My hooking frame and yarn bag are very portable (though bulky) so I can hook out and about at coffee shops or the library or a brewery if there's enough space and light.
Hooking in the wild makes me an ambassador for making things in general and rug hooking in particular. I answer people's questions and always emphasize how relatively easy it is to get started hooking. Sometimes I get anxious that other people will hook rugs that look like mine but better, but I think that working in a traditional medium means you should share your knowledge for the good of the craft.
Just watched Adam Conover (of Adam Ruins Everything) make such a solid point that I think we should spread far and wide. Yes, having AI write your emails is lazy, sure, but people love being lazy. We need to really emphasize that sending AI emails (or using AI responses on social media, or publishing AI flyers, or or or) is rude.
It's rude. You're making someone take their time to read something you couldn't bother to write. You're telling them they were so unimportant you couldn't be bothered to actually take the time to say something yourself. And frankly, you're lying about it while you're at it.
It's rude.