Calligraphy by Bip Pares (from Evelyn Underhill's book, The Spiritual Life, published 1937).

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Calligraphy by Bip Pares (from Evelyn Underhill's book, The Spiritual Life, published 1937).

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Advertising peaked at the Discovery channel “Boom de Yada” commercials
Absolutely classic
give yourself a gift and rewatch it :)
every now and then i want to bring this back, its just so pure of a sentiment as well as a mission statement about why educational programing is awesome i love the whole world and being part of it
Boom De Yada Supercut my beloved
Listen, it was an advert technically, but it literally was saying “I love the whole world and being part of it” and that shit was and remains absolutely beautiful. It doesn’t matter where you’re from, we all share the ability to find beauty, joy, and wonder in our world.
So yeah, the boom de yada got to me.
i love 80’s music and by 80’s i mean 1880’s i’m talking about tchaikovsky again

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Persuasion is a particularly comforting read, because it's a book where good things happen, not in spite of the bad things or as consolation for the bad things, but often because of the bad things.
Anne loses her family home, and her family moves to a city she hates instead of staying in the familiar countryside like she wanted, but being forced outside her comfort zone is good for her. She's useful to her nephews, she strengthens her friendship with the Musgroves, she makes new friends with the Harvilles and Captain Benwick. It allows Captain Wentworth to come back into her life, and that seems like a bad thing at first, but it allows her to move past the regret of the past and into a new relationship.
Louisa's injury is a terrible turn of events, but it brings Louisa and Benwick together, and allows Anne to show her true worth in a way that makes Wentworth admit his love for her.
Even Anne's great regret, her refusal of Wentworth that led to eight years of misery, turns out to be a good thing. Wentworth's disappointment made him throw himself into his career, and his lack of a wife gave him freedom to go on voyages and into battles without worrying about how it would affect a family that relied on him. Anne's rejection--his first taste of failure--gave him enough maturity to keep the money that he made, and he came home a rich man who could well support a wife. Instead of starting out married life with stress and worry over uncertain funds, they are able to wed as people who are financially stable and secure in their love for each other.
It's a deeper, richer message than just saying that good things come to those who wait, or that someday you might get enough good things in life to make up for the bad stuff. It's saying that your suffering might be the necessary step to bringing about a life that's better than you could have hoped for. And that's very comforting.
A few weeks ago one of my historical pet peeves was activated when I heard about a new Robin Hood movie that takes the groundbreaking, unprecedented, bold and visionary step of suggesting that the Middle Ages were a time of brutality, cynicism, and lawlessness.
Sarcasm alert. Everything I've heard about this movie sounds like it was created specifically to annoy me, so I'm going to try to ignore it and just talk about my pet peeve, which is this pop culture myth that the medieval period was particularly filthy, brutal, misogynistic and lawless.
Which is simply not the truth, and here's a true story from 1348 that shows the real Middle Ages.
We know this story because it's a very important moment in the development of common law - that is, the facts and the conclusion of the story were written down and became the basis for how similar cases would be decided long into the future. This 1348 judicial decision (citation: I de S et Uxor v W de S (1348) yb 22 edw iii f 99) is still read by law students today when studying the tort (or wrong) of assault. That's nearly seven hundred years of judges and lawyers looking back at a medieval judicial decision and saying, "Yes! That was a good and just decision!"
To set the stage, it's the 1300s - a century famous for the Black Death, the Hundred Years' War, the Peasants' Revolt, and the Babylonian Captivity of the Church that saw the papacy moved to the French town of Avignon as puppets of the French monarchcy. But that's not the only thing that happens in the 1300s. This century also sees the publication of Dante's Divine Comedy; the Clockwork Revolution in which intricately designed clocks tracked everything from the hours of the day (which were measured in variable lengths) to the phases of the moon and the Sun's path through the zodiac; the creation of gorgeous books of hours and tapestries; the career of Christine de Pizan, the first woman known to have made a living from her pen; the writing of Geoffrey Chaucer and the radical social and religious reforms proposed by John Wyclif and his followers.
About the middle of this century a man known to history as W de S came in the night to the house of I de S and M, his wife, looking to buy some wine. The door to the taven was closed, so W pounded on the door with a hatchet, which he had in his hand. At this, M, the tavern-keeper's wife, put her head out the window and told him to stop. W responded by throwing the hatchet at M, narrowly missing her.
The tavern-keeper and his wife, contrary to what pop culture will tell you, responded exactly the way a couple of pub owners might respond today: they took the offender to court and argued that W had made an assault on M. W argued, in response, that he had committed no crime because the hatchet had not in fact struck M.
You might now be thinking that of course W would have won the case, since no actual physical harm was done to the woman he'd attacked. But you would be wrong! The judge in the case declared that the assault itself was harmful, and that W was liable to pay compensation for the fright he had caused M.
"Ever since then," states my old Torts textbook, "the tort of assault has extended protection to a person's right to be free of emotional disturbance brought about by intentional threats of physical violence."
Law did exist in the middle ages. Women, as well as men, could expect to be protected by the law from assault. And not only physical, but even emotional damages could be awarded for assault...all the way back in 1348.
It wasn't a perfect time, but it was far from the callous brutality depicted on our movie screens.
“How the Catholic Church built Western Civilization” and also “A Hangman’s Diary” are wonderful reads on the Middle Ages and go a long way in debunking the “dark ages” bull crap
A Hangman’s Diary is also a first hand account of an executioner and how crimes were punished in medieval Germany
I usually tell my students that “close reading” means looking at what is actually on the page, reading the text itself, rather than some idea “behind the text.” It means noticing things in the writing, things in the writing that stand out. To give you some idea of what this means, I’ve made up a list of five sorts of things that a close reading might typically notice: (1) unusual vocabulary, words that surprise either because they are unfamiliar or because they seem to belong to a different context; (2) words that seem unnecessarily repeated, as if the word keeps insisting on being written; (3) images or metaphors, especially ones that are used repeatedly and are somewhat surprising given the context; (4) what is in italics or parentheses; and (5) footnotes that seem too long. This list is far from complete—in fact, no complete list is possible—but the list is meant to begin to give you an idea of what sorts of things we notice when we’re doing close reading.
What all five of my examples have in common is that they are minor elements in the text; they are not main ideas. In fact, your usual practice of reading which focuses on main ideas would dismiss them all as marginal or trivial. Another thing they have in common is that, although they are minor, they are nonetheless conspicuous, eye-catching: they are either surprising or repeated, set off from the text or too long. Close reading pays attention to elements in the text which, although marginal, are nonetheless emphatic, prominent—elements in the text which ought to be quietly subordinate to the main idea, but which textually call attention to themselves.
Most of you have been educated to ignore such elements. You have been taught to seek out and identify the main ideas, dismissing the trivial as you go. This has had to be trained into you: read to a young child sometime, you will notice she has the annoying habit of interrupting the flow of the story to draw attention to some minor thing. Close reading resembles the interruptions of that child. It is a method of undoing the training that keeps us to the straight and narrow path of main ideas. It is a way of learning not to disregard those features of the text that attract our attention, but are not principal ideas.
Jane Gallop, “The Ethics of Close Reading: Close Encounters,” Journal of Curriculum Theorizing, Vol.16, No.3 (Fall 2000), pg.7-8 (x)
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
Look. You can have ONE(1) distant moral crusade to fume righteously over, but no more. We have good works you are called to do at home.

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one of my theology professors used to say that the suburban dream of an attached garage was all about being able to get home without saying hello to your neighbors. the anti-social is built into it!
And your prof was CORRECT!!!!!!!!!
Without writing a full suburb-hater manifesto, they ARE really representative of the moral and philosophical bankruptcy of western individualism imo. "Love thy neighbour" is supposed to mean all peoples, regardless of country, race, religion, etc, and yet we can't even be assed to know our LITERAL neighbours.
The amount of people I know who grew up in suburbs and do not know how to act or behave around people who are "different" from them. Like God forbid someone speak a different language or eat a different food or live in any way differently. Obviously city folk can be extremely bigoted as well, but there's, imo, statistically less of that when you're living cheek and jowl with other humans, interacting with them on a regular basis. Is it always pleasant? No. There's people tweaking out on transit or causing problems in public. But that's yknow, people. And for every one of them there is a myriad more of kind, helpful, lovely people.
Suburban living isn't commensurate with upper middle class style NIMBYism, but the venn diagram is damn near a circle, I'm sure. You live in your fancy house. You drive to your white collar job. You shop exclusively by driving to upper-middle class grocery, clothing, and other retail stores. You never interact with anyone different. There's also something socio-economic to be said about suburbs and the strict delineation between public and private space, between mine and yours (I would venture into decrying the western obsession with castle doctrine but I've said enough already).
Living amongst others doesn't magically solve that, but idk, it (ideally) it helps foster patience and compassion and understanding. People need to increase their frustration tolerance and live in the world to love its inhabitans. Society won't be fixed by more diverse types of multi-family housing (townhouses, quadplexes, etc), fewer lawns and more public parks, robust transit systems, walkable communities, social safety nets upheld and supported by locals and tailored to each community's needs. It's not a magic fix, but endless suburban sprawl is well..... I shan't say because I promised to be nice.
(Not to mention the ecological impacts of lawns as a status symbol, car-dependent cultures, etc on top of The Everything Else)
there's something sad about hearing people build their passion project as a business and admit that, though they love it, they're hoping private equity will buy it so they can get rich
Being able to draw older people as attractive without reducing or erasing the visual signs of aging, and in fact showing that they're attractive because of those signs, is an artistic skill that should be valued so much more. Honestly, it should earn you an immediate fortune because holy fuck is it a rare commodity. There are so many artists who seem to think attractiveness and aging exist in opposition to each other, so they smooth every wrinkle, erase every crease, and de-age the character until they're basically thirty with silver hair. But when an artist can look at crow's feet, smile lines, weathered skin, deep-set wrinkles, and all the little traces of a life well lived and say, "No, that's what makes them beautiful," that's a level of artistic observation and care I wish we celebrated more often.
This Dan Piraro comic always makes me cry.
When I lived in London there was a murder of crows that lived near me. I fed them often, they brought me presents (shiny rubbish and cigarette butts they found on the floor to thank me.)
When I moved, I’m certain they understood I was leaving because I had all my stuff and gave them lots of food and compliments.
But, they chased down my friend who lived in the next burrough over. They had recognised that friend with me several times and followed them to their house when they couldn’t find me.
They adopted my friend and it was now my friend’s job to bring them snacks and receive the presents.
This was maybe 6-7 years ago.
I visited London last year. Went to see my friend. The crows all not only recognised me, they tracked me down. We got into my friend’s flat and not twenty minutes later there was chaos on the balcony.
We open the curtains, the entire fucking murder is there shouting because they wanted to see me.
Crows are the very best birds.

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it’s quick, it’s easy and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks
why would i do that lmao
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