i`m going to loose my mind i just burnt my toast and i am so tired that for some reason i completely forgot where i was. and with the instinct ingrained from years of living on a sailing boat as a child i just went to feed the fish.
only that i am not on a sailing boat. there are no fish to feed. i just fucking threw bread out of the window of a third story apartment in the middle of the city very much on land. what the fuck
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Also like to point out that when her mother says āI was your mother much upon these years that you are now a maid,ā (translation: I had you when I was your age) you have to remember her fatherās words: āearth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,ā (translation: all the other children died.)Ā The whole plot point of Juliet being an only child is explained by her mother being a Margaret Beaufort type who had her first child too young and it damaged her past the point of being able to bear more children.
Margaret Beaufort died in 1509. She was a major player in the Wars of the Roses, the swirling on-again-off-again civil wars that consumed England from 1455-1487. Romeo and Juliet was written and first performed in the early 1590s. Your average English person of Shakespeareās day would probably have had at least a vague understanding of who she was and what happened to her, because she was a key figure in recent history and was still getting passed around as a cautionary tale.
There are two great problems with what happened to Margaret (and that her parents are trying to do to Juliet). One is easy for modern people to spot (but was also a common response back in her own day). And thatās the moral implications of what was done to her. She was too young to be married, and it was horrifying that she was forced into it so young. Every one of the adults around her either acted immorally or failed to protect her. They were wrong. This is what modern people see, and itās important to remember that people back in her day mostly agreed with it. Youāre supposed to think itās fucked up! When girls were married that young (and it didnāt happen often!) it was a formality 99% of the time. It was for dynastic or financial reasons (the girl has lots of money and/or land and/or a title that her husband wants), but the ācoupleā donāt consummate their marriage for years. And itās not just that they would have separate bedrooms. They might not even live in the same country until the girl was in her late teens and physically and mentally mature enough to bear and raise kids. Hell, a lot of times they didnāt even meet until the girl was older! They had this thing called āproxy marriageā where you would have two separate ceremonies, in two separate places, with each party saying their vows separately, one in one city and the other in a different one. So, yeah, sure, the girl was technically married at 12, but she didnāt actually meet her āhusbandā in person until she was 17 and they didnāt start sleeping together until she was 20. That was a thing they did.
The other problem, the one that modern people donāt notice, is dynastic. See, marriage wasnāt generally because you loved someone. It was because you had the resources to support a family, and you or your family wanted to pool those resources with someone. Itās about āour family has these resources, and we want that to continue.ā Itās about continuity across generations. Itās about making sure that your children and grandchildren have the best possible resources to survive and thrive, whether those resources are land or a trade or a title or money or whatever. In order for this to work, you have to have kids! The family and the familyās resources depend on the married couple having children. If the couple doesnāt have children, the marriage is a failure. And that failure affects not only the couple, but both families. This is a really big problem. And you canāt have just one kid to pass on the family name, because half of all kids die in early childhood. If you want to be safe, you need several kids, to be sure at least one will survive to adulthood (when they can marry and pass on the family name and resources.
You know what happens when a girl has her first pregnancy too young? She is very likely to either die in childbirth, or have complications that destroy her future fertility. Just like Margaret Beaufort. Just like Julietās mother. In other words, the marriage is a failure, not just for her, but also for her family, and her husband (who canāt divorce her, itās not allowed except in extremely rare circumstances), and her husbandās family. So even the people who didnāt have a moral problem with adult men having sex with pubescent girls had a practical problem with girls married too young because you are very likely to destroy the entire purpose of the marriage by doing it. As Shakespeare reminds us in the play through Julietās mother having been married too young and only having one child.
Shakespeare is telling us āyeah, this is fucked up. but even if youāre the kind of awful person who doesnāt think girls marrying too young is morally wrong, itās also a problem for practical and dynastic reasons, donāt forget that by doing this wrong thing you are very likely to destroy what you most want out of it.ā
another thing i noticed, the year my local community shakespeare theater did r&j, and i made the costumes so i got to watch the show every night: part of why capulet is telling paris, take your time, get to know each other, no rush, is that he still has his nephew tybalt as his heir. as long as tybalt is in the picture, there is no pressure on juliet to go further with paris, than get acquainted. once tybalt is killed, then suddenly capulet needs an heir, he needs a husband for juliet, now, this week. (the role of capulet is best given to the actor in the company that can do over the top apoplexy, you need to believe his urgency comes at least in part by how clearly he could drop dead any moment from giving himself a stroke)
i feel like this play is often taught in middle schools as if it was somehow relevant to, or about, teen hormone storms. really it's got more to do with the social structures around family and inheritance. leaving that context out makes it confusing, why is capulet suddenly flipping from nice dad to evil dad?
I've been thinking about this play a lot lately. I really wanna highlight that Lord Capulet asks Paris to wait and get to know her, and to woo her, while Tybalt lives. While Tybalt is alive, Juliet has something of a reprieve, and her wellbeing as his only child matters more to Capulet. But once Tybalt has died, the gloves come off. Lord Capulet was worried about his daughter's wellbeing when he felt he had the space to care, but as soon as his dynasty is at stake, as soon as this becomes larger than Juliet's happiness, his consideration for her health and mental wellbeing get thrown away. Which also is due in part to the fact that Capulet's family is implicated in a brawl that has left several dead after the Prince's family EXPLICITLY told the Capulets and Montagues to stop fighting or face dire consequences, AND Capulet is trying to align himself with the Prince's family by marrying Juliet off to County Paris, a relative of the Prince. So to Lord Capulet, it is now less important that Juliet is happy, and more important than he reminds the Prince of his loyalty via this marriage and aligns his family with the Prince's before it's too late. And he believes this must be done, at any cost...until Juliet kills herself. And that's when he realises the devastating cost of treating his family as chess pieces. He realises his wrongdoing far too late.
Seriously Romeo and Juliet is HEAVY on the dynastic politics, and I think you can't fully understand the play without understanding how that all works, especially because the impact of dynastic marriages on women and girls is like. THE POINT of the play
For those of you who aren't familiar, I live in an exceptionally flammable part of the United States, and despite the fact that every goddamn year multiple parts of my state catch fire, destroy homes and kill people, the local assholes insist on getting drunk and setting fire to a bunch of illegal explosives anyway.
In 2023, God granted me a Miracle that prevented my house from burning down.
Last year, I had to resort to Psychological and Chemical Warfare to keep the patriotic arsonists at bay.
This year is apparently An Important Birthday for the clusterfuck we have the nerve to call a nation, so despite the fact there is so much smoke in the air that the sun has literally been blood red for the last week, the pyrotechnic fetishists are out in force.
Last year, I hit upon the concept that if my neighbors were going to act like problem animals, it would make sense to use the management techniques on them that you might use on say, a Bear that was doing serious property damage. Thusly, I created The Stench, a nontoxic but FOUL smelling concoction that I could discretely spray around the flammable gatherings and render the area extremely uncomfortable to occupy for the rest of the night, forcing them to give up or move on.
If this seems harsh:
There is no story from 2024 because a grass fire was started by fireworks less than 12 miles from me and the high winds put me in the evacuation zone in under an hour.
Over fifty people lost their homes.
Errant fireworks burning my house down is a very real possibility, and I pay the price in anxiety and insurance premiums.
The Stench is noxious but harmless, and also very effective at building a buffer zone around my home. But sneaking up to parties on foot in this heat is both exhausting and nerve-wracking. There have to be more effective ways to do this
-And there is!
It involves Weeds and Business Cards :)
All of this spring, I've been battling Bindweed and my City Code Enforcement Officers.
The city code people have been professional, but the truth is that one of my neighbors is calling them on use because one of my housemates is transgender. It's extremely grating to get these notices, having to explain repeatedly that I *AM* working on the weed situation, I just have a heart condition and No Money. It's also deeply paranoia-inducing to know that the city is regularly coming by and photographing my house.
The Solution to the Bindweed is 1 gallon of high-concentration vinegar, half a cup of Borax, a quarter cup of salt, and a couple tablespoons of dish soap. Get one of those weed sprayers from a hardware store and mix it up in there. Spray it on your thistles, bindweed, kudzu, garlic mustard or whatever your local herbaceous invasive is on a day with bright sunlight, and in a few hours the entire part of the plant above the soil is Deceased. It's non-toxic to insects, pets and wildlife (just wait a few months before trying to plant anything in the area for the traces to wash out).
The only real downside to this stuff is that it smells HEINOUS.
Sure, The Stench is nauseating, but WeedFucker 5000 is genuinely painful to inhale. Again, it wont hurt people- even my asthmatic housemates can use the stuff- but boy howdy it sure smells toxic. I've got the ingredients for about 40 gallons of WeedFucker 5000 prepared and ready to go.
I've also got a disposable hazmat suit, rubber boots and gloves, respirator, goggles and a shitty little golf cart from the free section of craigslist to haul my shit around in.
I also have Business Cards!
See, the very nice officers from the City Code department left some Very Nice business cards so that I may contact them about "the fucking bindweed is gone, get off my back".
So I scanned the business card into my computer, fired up Clip Studio, and made my own business cards. I've turned my City's Abstract Triangle Logo into an Eye of Providence and the slogan of "E Pluribus Unum" to "E Plurbis Anus", Changed my city's name to a dumb pun, and stated the card originates from "The Department Of Public Nuisances".
Crucially, where the name and contact information of the real city employee has been replaced with the name and business email of the neighbor who has been bragging on facebook about calling the city code department on my home because he hates my housemate :)
It looks, at a glance, very much like the business cards of city employees. If you look at it for like 5 seconds though, there's no way it could be mistaken for the real thing.
I've printed out 500 of these bad boys and will have them on hand as I, a put-upon employee, am forced to work overtime on a national holiday doing weed mitigation, because my boss can't manage deadlines for shit.
You're mad about it? I've been out here since 5 AM! But if we don't finish by the deadline we lose the contract and I could get fired. You know what the economy is.
Here, this is my Boss's Business card- how about you send him an email about how this has ruined your barbecue?
It's golden hour now, so I'm Suiting Up and preparing to embark on some civil service in the form of Noxious Weed Eradication, and by coincidence, Fire Mitigation.
I'll report back later Tonightš«”
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Well.
It's not quite an hour into July 5th.
I am very tired, may have destroyed my sense of smell, and am not sure if I'm proud of or VERY disappointed in my fellow citizens.
On one hand: FAR fewer fireworks parties this year!
- Only nine to last year's thirteen
- three of them had the good sense to be firing their recreational explosives out over the local reservoir
- That's far from foolproof
- and really bad for the fish
- also y'all are RIGHT NEXT to where the Bald Eagles are nesting
- but congratulations on at least attempting some risk mitigation!
On the other hand.
Absolutely NOBODY questioned why the hell I was out spraying weeds.
- In a Hazmat Suit (technically it's a coverall for painting rooms, which is much more breathable, but looks the part)
- In a Residential Area
- After Dark
- On a Federal Holiday
Like I'm glad I didn't get into a fight or something, but like.
I was Ready.
I had that conversation locked and loaded.
I MADE BUSINESS CARDS.
...But instead of Very Reasonably asking What The Fuck I Was Doing, the crowds at these parties saw me (5'0" flat, potato-shaped, sweating profusely) trundling up on the slowest and least-intimidating motor vehicle in the county*, hanging a bit out the side to spray thistles and bindweed on the streets and sidewalks**, and instead of raising a rival stink, I was instead greeted by some derisive muttering and a couple of "OH COME ON!"s, but the groups dispersed and retreated indoors or at least away from the general direction of my home.
*Like genuinely, I think Barbie's Dream Car has more horsepower than this golf cart. This thing doesn't have horsepower. It doesn't even have ponypower. It's running on duckpower. It waddles, something I didn't know a wheeled vehicle could do.
**Actually completely legal and a welcome community service in my city. Thank you Neighbor Barbara for telling me the exact part of city code that details what civilians are allowed to do about weeds on public roads, which is apparently "LOTS". Theoretically I could bill the city for my time tonight.
Do people not know how to Make A Scene anymore?
I was absolutely sure I was going to get filmed and shit thrown at me, or someone would call the cops. My beloved was terrified I was going to get shot. I at least had ONE woman shout "YOU'RE RUINING EVERYTHING!" at me, which isn't quite as good as being told I'm ruining Christmas, but she said it with a genuinely heartwarming anguish while gesturing to a homemade "HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!!" banner, with an attempt at rendering The Evil Orange that as so enthusiastically yet talentlessly executed I almost stopped to get a picture of it. He looked like he'd been put in a wafflemaker.
I promised my beloved that I would turn around and come home at midnight, and I did, having eliminated every fireworks party and Scottish thistle in a five-block radius despite the lackadaisical maximum speed of my Steel Steed.
The complete lack of protest is honestly shocking to me. My flabbers are completely gasted. I waddled home on the golf cart in a sort of stunned silence that this HAS worked so well. The whole world is almost eerily quiet, and reeking of vinegar.
...Which is maybe why I didn't notice the cop pulling up beside me at a red light until he rolled down his window and leaned out at me.
"WHAT'RE YOU DOIN'?" He asked, in a voice that could be used as a foghorn in emergencies.
I probably would have jumped were I not currently melting into a semblance of the Chernobyl Elephant's Foot in the heat, which was the first thing that saved me.
The second was the voice of my Grandfather, coming to my aid through decades of generational memory, to tell me his words of wisdom, usually spoken right before doing something wildly inadvisable:
The Age Of Miracles Is Not Yet Over.
"Weed Mitigation!" I called back.
"CHRIST ON A BIKE, THEY GOT YOU GUYS WORKING THE HOLIDAY TOO?" He said, in the same fontissimo as before. Apparently Officer Foghorn just talks like this.
"Yep." I nodded.
"SHIT." He blared in solidarity. "WHEN DO YOU GET OFF?"
"Just finished."
"MOTHERFUCKER. THEY GOT ME OUT HERE UNTIL GODDAMN 5 AM." Officer Foghorn whined in THX.
"Shit." I commiserated.
The light turned green.
"ALRIGHT YOU GET HOME SAFE! GOD BLESS!" He waved, and drove off at something significantly above the speed limit, and I trundled on home.
I must have still looked shocked when I came in, because My Beloved immediately got up to hug me and ask if I was alright.
"The Age Of Miracles Is Not Yet Over." I nodded slowly as the animals all battered me about the legs for attention. "...For real though, absolutely nothing happened."
"What?" he squints, wobbling slightly as Charlie tries to shove him aside for better access to me. "That's... Is it weird to say I'm almost disappointed?"
"I mean, I confirmed that I inherited my Grandfather's supernatural ability to get out of trouble for no good reason, but we knew that from the code enforcement people." I shrugged. Selene finally noticed the smell of vinegar and retched in disapproval.
"How about a shower and some Ice cream?" My Beloved suggests.
So now it is July the 5th.
- My house is not ablaze
- There are four medium-sized carnivores sleeping on me
- I am freshly bathed
- and I have a pint of Americone Dream all to myself
Here's to you, your health and your happiness, and a reminder to go make good trouble. Goodnight all.
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Yeah, I was re-reading the Tempest like āhmmm will they even understand the subtle themes here⦠this might be a cut-and-dry magic story to them.ā
Kid 1 (known intellectual): Wait, Prospero is like⦠a colonizer to the magical creatures. He showed up on their island and enslaved them.
Kid 2: Enslaving people is bad! Is Prospero a bad guy?
Kid 3: But Caliban is bad! He wanted to kidnap Miranda.
Me: Yeah, itās kind of hard, isnāt it? Just like how in real life most people are a mix of good and bad.
Kid 4: ā¦is this why Shakespeare is supposed to be, like, really good?
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some people like to get mad at disability benefits because they think its unfair people who dont work get a payout from the government while they have to work 50 hours at the human suffering factory every week. but if you tell them "yeah that sucks i think you should also get a universal allowance and not have to work 50 hours at the human suffering factory every week" thats apparently the wrong answer.
Revolting little machine I hope someone guy fawkeses you too.
(Context: was trying to find the text of a version of the Guy Fawkes poem which ends 'are we glad that they stopped him or not?' Was not expecting this thing to run defence for the UK parliament 400 years ago)
Btw, if you ever wanted an indicator of the ideological censorship that now exists, and how pervasive it has become? The poem I was looking for, with its implication that maybe it might not have been a bad thing to blow up parliament way back when, was published in a children's book two decades ago. Without incident. Now I can't even SEARCH for that poem without receiving a telling off for its contents.
Pleased to report that after a day of this i am not longer craving caper brine and my mouth is not dry as usual. There's some good suggestions in the notes too that I want to try.
-ancient roman posca: water, red or white wine vinegar, honey, salt, herbs (coriander, mint, thyme)
-switchel: water, ginger, vinegar, sweetener, lemon, salt
Before continuing, I'm going to talk about that beautiful deleted scene between Thor and Loki before the coronation ceremony. I still think it's a shame that we were deprived of that moment between the two brothers. For me, that scene was necessary. It gives more depth to his character. It highlights the brotherhood between Thor and Loki and makes the transition from brothers to enemies a little more heartbreaking. This scene also shows Loki's love for his brother. This shows that he is not fundamentally bad. Every deleted scene proves it. Everything that follows is a chain of consequences due to his choice, which will take on disproportionate proportions and lead to the accident in Jƶtunheim. What he discovers in Jƶtunheim is the reason why he will be completely mentally and emotionally unstable.
After Thor enters, Loki appears from behind the curtains with a smirk, having just set up his ālittle prankā to delay his brother's coronation, because, according to him, Thor is not ready to reign. As soon as they are placed side by side, Loki asks Thor if he is nervous. Thor starts laughing and replies, āHave you ever known me to be nervous?ā This response rings false, as Loki mentions a situation that allegedly took place in Norheim where Thor was nervous. Thor comes up with a lame lie that it wasn't nervousness, but ārage of battle.ā In this scene, Thor seems to think that nervousness is a weakness. At least, that's the impression he gives me. This may give us a clue as to how a warrior in Asgard thinks. Seeing that Loki doesn't believe him for a second, he adds that he couldn't have fought his way through a hundred warriors and gotten them out of there alive if it had been otherwise. Once again, Loki seems to remember better than he does, even reminding him that it was he who hid them in the smoke with his magic to facilitate their escape. Thor bursts out laughing, and what he says next really got me thinking the first time I saw the scene. Especially with the servant's reaction, who starts laughing in agreement with his words. He says, āSome do battle, others just do tricks.ā It's just a joke on his part, but the servant's reaction is striking. Is one style of combat more highly regarded than another in Asgard? Is it frowned upon to use magic rather than weapons? Why would magic be frowned upon in Asgard? Especially since Loki has often used it in battle to save Thor and his friends? From what we can gather from Thor's words, Loki seems to have saved them on several occasions by using his magic to facilitate their escape or deceive their enemies. So why mock his tricks? They have helped them out of many situations in the past, so his magic should be viewed favorably. He shouldn't be criticized for that. There is a theory that emerged at some point. A theory that I don't believe in. In a nutshell, this theory claims that Loki is the only sorcerer in Asgard. Apart from him, we only see Frigga using magic and no one else. Some people therefore believe that magic in Asgard is reserved for women and weapons for men. According to this theory, Loki is mocked for learning magic instead of embracing physical prowess like his brother. This theory doesn't seem correct to me, because in his biography, it says that he is the most powerful sorcerer in Asgard, which to me implies that he is not the only one. So, I tend to think that the servant laughed in agreement with Thor's words because Loki, being mischievous, malicious, and playful, must have used his magic in the past to play tricks on the palace servants and even others. This is undoubtedly one of the reasons he earned his title as the god of mischief. Perhaps magic is seen as a cowardly technique, something that is not considered real combat. That's also possible.
In any case, instead of punishing the servant for mocking a member of the royal family, Loki simply decided to play a trick on him. This clearly shows that he is not evil, as it is possible that a prince could punish a servant for this kind of behavior in Asgard. Thor doesn't even reprimand him, he just laughs at the situation, saying he wasted good wine. Loki innocently replies that it's just for fun. The two brothers burst out laughing as the servant takes the cup and walks away. When a man brings Thor's helmet, Loki looks at him and, seeing that he is still nervous, taunts him: āOh, what beautiful feathers!ā Thor laughs and replies, āYou don't really want to start that again, do you?ā Loki pretends to be sincere, Thor jokes about his inability to be so. Loki asks, āReally?ā and after Thor confirms it, we get the best line of the scene, which could have been the best in the movie if it had been included. Loki's sincerity is palpable when he says, āI've been looking forward to this day as long as you have. You are my brother and my friend. Sometimes I am envious, but never doubt my love for you.ā It is this line that makes this scene important to me. It shows that Loki loves his brother and did not want the throne. Although bringing the Jƶtuns to Asgard to interrupt his coronation was not the right decision, either as a brother or as a citizen of Asgard, he thought he was doing the right thing by delaying it. Because, according to him, an angry, brutal, and dangerous Thor on the throne of Asgard would have been disastrous for the Nine Realms. As we have seen, Thor was certainly not ready to reign, but Loki's decision to delay the coronation was a bad choice that changed everything because of the proportions it engendered. We see that Thor is touched by his words and thanks him. Then he asks Loki what he looks like, and Loki sincerely replies that he looks like a king. The scene ends with Thor asking Loki to leave, as he will manage on his own. I know there are many opinions and interpretations of this scene. Tell me what you think, while respecting my opinion. I would be happy to discuss it as long as it is respectful, even if we disagree.
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You know what? Fuck it I'm adding more context. Sesame Street has talked about the topic of death more than once and it's done with such gentle carefulness without watering down or censoring the heaviness of the situations. It treats heavy subject matter with respect and dignity and has been for DECADES.
From the early 1980s:
To 2025:
Hell, they even cover the devastating heaviness of MASS SHOOTINGS without censoring or watering anything down.
They've been doing this for YEARS, and it's ALWAYS handled with dignity, respect, seriousness, understanding, and love.
Whenever I see people censoring words because it "might offend" someone or the big ad companies that are currently trying to run everything? I just want to say to them: "What? Is Sesame Street too mature for you?" Because really...what the hell are we doing.
Mister Roger's Neighborhood also covered difficult topics with respect, age-appropriately, and without pulling a single punch. It's crazy that we've worked ourselves up so much that we're self-censoring like it's always been the norm.
This clip is from 1968 and discussed assassination after Bobby Kennedy died.
I'm not sure when this clip originally aired, but it was likely sometime in the 1980s. They talk about murder and, incredibly by today's standards, what sort of emotions (anger, fear, loneliness) might drive someone to hurt or kill other people + how we can manage our own difficult or painful feelings.
means when they HAPPEN- and bad things will still happen around us-
WE CAN'T TALK ABOUT THEM without the WORDS.
When the word is accurate, USE THE WORD. Say Death. Say Murder. Say Rape. Say Prison, say Riots, say War, Say Famines and Disease. Say Bigotry. Say Hate crime. Say Racism. Say Fascism. Say Abuse. Say Hurt. Say Pain. Say Grief. Say Fear.
We must not lose the Truth of what a word means.
All of these things need to be talked about. Do Not GIVE UP YOUR WORDS.
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