Eternal Cyclicality

*** The Lounge ***

"Thanks, Dusa. We'll catch up again, soon." ~Megaera, to Dusa

i am scouring the internet like the victorians scoured and destroyed all trace of joy and color from stolen relics for the LOST NAME OF THE ANCIENT PROCESS of textile-creation akin to knitting/crocheting/nålebinding that at least one academic/crafter used to recreate the leggings on this Glorious Motherfucker:

Archer statue from the Temple of Aphaia (ca. 480 BC) next to a reconstruction of its original paint job:

The leggings and sleeves would have created using a method called SPRANG which predates knitting and is over 3,000 years old. What's even sexier is modern artisans managed to recreate the entire outfit using the original method!

Mmm-HMM, love me a shapely thigh in harlequin hosiery. Put👏men👏in👏clingy-ass👏clothing👏again👏👏👏

Unfortunately english sources are hard to find, partly because Google's a shithole, but also because this textile project comes from a German museum, in Germany, where people tend to speak (and publish) in German. That said, the original link is to a short-but-sweet article I would have had no problem finding in 30 seconds a mere few years ago. fortunately i have clever beautiful insane people following me, but alas not everyone has such luxury. thanks to everyone in the notes who shoved themselves down this rabbithole with me!

I have trouble reading between the lines and picking up on implicit information? Actually, I’ve learned the importance of giving and receiving precise, specific instructions in order to avoid time consuming miscommunications.

I’m easily bored with only one task? Actually, I have a curious mind and thrive in places with a wide range of tasks as I prefer dynamic environments where I can contribute to many projects.

I have trouble with white lies that are merely social niceties? Actually, I prioritize a transparent work environment where we can tackle issues head-on.

Ohh that's a deep cut indeed!

ten years ago, when living on a narrowboat, we were beset and beleaguered by a particularly friendly duck, a leucistic or hybrid mallard we named Anna, who was memorable for her colouring, and because she made SUCH a habit of climbing into our kitchen.

And as you probably gathered from the fact that we named the drake Platy, they were named Anas platyrhynchos, the Latin name for the mallard duck.

There were various nicknames on the cut for animals we saw a lot. We named one male swan Big Chops, after I misheard Dr Glass saying "there's that big cob (male swan) again" and I thought he said "There's that Big Chops again." His mate was named Sweet Lips. They raised seven children a year for the seven years we knew them, which is no small feat.

I also had an orphaned duckling named Duckle.

I don't remember a lot of the other ones.

Wake up babe, new octopus just dropped