writing a thesis on how gay podcasts are 😎

Wylie Beckert's mock book cover for Piranesi by Susanna Clarke

Chinese artist 张渔Zhang Yu  @张渔yu

Samwise

9. (Smeagol again) YES it’s you I actually missed you now get me back to the Master and NO FUCK NO I HATE YOOOOUUUUU…. *fzt* 

There is a method of growing rhubarb known as “forcing” where the plant grows in complete darkness and is tended to in candlelight. It grows so quickly during this process that you can hear it grow. [1, 2]

https://soundcloud.com/rhubarb-rhubarb-rhubarb/a-mass-of-popping-rhubarb

They ran out of ways to torture people so they invented ways to torture plants.

As for the why… I think it was just one of those old things of “why not?”.

Naturally, once this was discovered, farmers began growing rhubarb in specially constructed “forcing sheds” which were kept in total darkness and kept warm by whatever means they had available. Prior to this, the rhubarb was and still is simply left in a field for around two years to allow the roots to grow while periodically being covered in nitrogen rich fertiliser.  In the 18th century, the fertiliser used was mostly manure and something known as shoddy (essentially discarded woolen fibres) sourced from wool manufacturers. Today, however, farmers mostly use manure which in addition to being cheap and plentiful, stops thieves stealing the rhubarb.

some of my favorite soundcloud comments

Dr Glass pondered upon this, mildly provoked, cut the remaining rhubarb down to the ground and tacked black plastic over them - the reasoning being that if it forces the rhubarb we’ll enjoy it more, and if it kills it entirely, he’ll have more room for gooseberries. It is the rhubarb’s move now. I expect this experimental dance of mutual spite will last many years and generate much in the way of biomass.

Vines and Flowers Intertwine with an Imposing Skeleton in an Elegant Graphite Drawing by Guno Park

the dubious philosophy of salmon

the number of people who have looked at this is officially too large a number

When they catch you, they will kill you. But first. They must catch you.

Anne Carson & motherhood

Hannibal (2013-2015) // Interview With the Vampire (1994)

George Sand (Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin) in her letter to Gustave Flaubert dated 27 June 1870, featured in The George Sand-Gustave Flaubert letters

I’ve pulled the last of the year’s young onions. The garden is bare now. The ground is cold, brown and old. What is left of the day flames in the maples at the corner of my eye. I turn, a cardinal vanishes. By the cellar door, I wash the onions, then drink from the icy metal spigot. Once, years back, I walked beside my father among the windfall pears. I can’t recall our words. We may have strolled in silence. But I still see him bend that way—left hand braced on knee, creaky—to lift and  hold to my eye a rotten pear. In it, a hornet spun crazily, glazed in slow, glistening juice. It was my father I saw this morning waving to me from the trees. I almost called to him, until I came close enough to see the shovel, leaning where I had left it, in the flickering, deep green shade. White rice steaming, almost done. Sweet green peas fried in onions. Shrimp braised in sesame oil and garlic. And my own loneliness. What more could I, a young man, want.

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