just seen someone criticize the divine comedy by saying that it’s not relatable which is of course incommensurably stupid because relatability should never be the only criterion through which one can judge the validity and quality of a piece of work &c but also. just because you tedious unimaginative losers have never been on a journey to hell and purgatory with your long dead favorite writer doesn’t mean others haven’t. happened to me
i just think it’s neat that odysseus gets put in a position where he has to kill his child to avoid going to war and he can’t do it and then agamemnon gets put in a position where he has to kill his child to go to war and he does it
Hey so, have I ever told you about the time I was at an interfaith event (my rabbi, who was on the panel, didn’t want to be the only Jew there), and there was a panel with representatives of 7 different traditions, from Baha'i to Zoroastrian?
The setup was each panelist got asked the same question by the moderator, had 3 minutes to respond, and then they moved on to the next panelist.
The Christian dude talked for 8 minutes and kept waving off the poor, flustered, terminally polite Unitarian moderator.
The next panelist was a Hindu lady, who just said drily, “I’ll try to keep my answer to under a minute so everyone else still has a chance to answer.” (I, incidentally, am at a table with I think the only other non-Christian audience members, a handful of Muslims and a Zorastrian.)
So then we get to the audience questions part. No one’s asking any questions, so finally I decide to get things rolling, and raise my hand and the very polite moderator comes over and gives me the mic.
I briefly explain Stendahl’s concept of “holy envy” and ask what each of theirs is.
(If you’re not familiar, Stendahl had 3 tenets for learning about other traditions, and one was leave room for “holy envy,” being able to say, I am happy in my tradition and don’t desire to convert, but this is something about another tradition that I admire and wish we had.)
The answers were lovely. My rabbi said she admired the Buddhist comfort with silence and wished we could learn to have that spaciousness in our practice. The Hindu said she admired the Jewish and Muslim commitment to social justice & changing, rather than accepting, the status quo.
The Christian dude said he envied that everyone else on the panel had the opportunity to newly accept Jesus.
I shit you not.
Dead silence. The Buddhist and Baha'i panelists are resolutely holding poker faces. The Hindu lady has placed her hands on the table and folded them and seems to be holding them very tightly. Over on the middle eastern end of the table, the rabbi, the imam, and the Zoroastrian lady are all leaning away from the Christian at identical angles with identical expressions of disgust. The terminally polite Unitarian moderator is literally wringing his hands in distress.
A Christian lady at the table next to me, somehow unable to pick up on the emotional currents in the room, sighs happily and says to her fellow church lady, “What a beautiful answer.”
anyway I love my rabbi to death and would do anything for her
“Look, I know you all want me to talk about pie charts or cake graphs, but that’s not the entire story. What you don’t see is how I make sure that forgetful students get supplies. Or how I help students with broke parents get uniforms that fit so they don’t get roasted all day. Or how I have barrels of lotion stashed all around the school so these kids don’t start a commotion with their crusty ankles. My unique approachbetters the school.“
My favorite thing about Abbott is we see how each character honestly and truly loves the kids. I love how Ava may appear nonchalant but ANYTIME she’s interacting with the kids she lights up and addressing them as an individual. To her, they’re not just students, they’re her peers.
i am so delighted when i think about how easily the leverage writers could’ve made parker this sexy international super thief and instead they said “well what if she was just really fucking weird”
Parker is a master thief, and she is the best of the best of the best in ways that all of Leverage’s characters are the best of the best. And superficially, she looks like the kind of woman you see on TV. So she’s young, and she’s slender, and she’s blonde, and she’s attractive but in a sort of approachable way. And all of that familiarity is brilliant misdirection, because the thing is, there are no other women like Parker on TV. Because Parker—even if it’s never explicitly stated in the show—Parker is coded incredibly clearly as autistic.
Parker is socially awkward. Her speech tends to have limited inflection; what inflection it does have is repetitive and sounds rehearsed a lot of the time. She’s not emotionally literate; she struggles with it, and the social skills she develops over the series, she learns by rote, like they’re just another grift. When she’s not scaling skyscrapers or cartwheeling through laser grids, she wears her body like an ill-fitting suit. Parker moves like me. And Parker, Parker was a revelation—she was a revolution unto herself. In a media landscape where unempathetic women usually exist to either be punished or “loved whole,” Parker got to play the crabby savant. And she wasn’t emotionally intuitive but it was never ever played as the product of abuse or trauma even though she had survived both of those—it was just part of her, as much as were her hands or her eyes. And she had a genuine character arc. My god, she had a genuine romantic arc, even. And none of that required her to turn into anything other than what she was.
Not knowing that you have a villain inside you, a hero, and a bystander is a lesson that everyone should learn.
What is the quote from Jingo, by Sir Terry Pratchett, to the effect of “when someone does something terrible, we want it to be one of Them, because if it isn’t Them, then it is Us?”
my fav thing in wildlife research is the concept of animals being “trap happy” meaning the same animal goes into a trap on purpose again and again after it’s caught the first time bc it was like “hey…..there was food in there and Zero (0) predators and then they just let me go in the morning…….”
on one hand it fucks up our data but on the other hand……..I Get It you Funky Little Rodents
if it were pouring rain on my walk home from work at night and I found a big metal box full of pizza and a bed where no one else could bother me and the only condition is that in the cold light of day I’d have to face a bunch of scientists weighing me and then letting me go on the sidewalk I’d probably end up in there a lot.
Fun Fact! I used to volunteer at an Aquarium in Texas.
In that aquarium, we had a lot of turtles who were deemed unreleasable because of various reasons. A couple had horrible eye sight, a couple were disabled, etc.
And then… There was Einstein.
Now Einstein was unique among our turtles.
The first time she washed up on the shore, she was in good health. She had some scrapes from washing up, I mean, but those healed just fine. Absolutely nothing serious was wrong with her. They tagged her, and they released her.
And she washed up again. Again, she was checked over, and again, there was nothing wrong. They let her go again.
The third time she beached herself, it was decided that she… was just going to keep doing this. So she became part of our rehabilitation program because there were only two reasons for her behavior: Either she had some kind of turtle mental health issues that lead to her repeatedly beaching herself, or… she had realized that when she got beached, people brought her to a place without anything trying to eat her, and she got free food.
I think you all can guess what the person who named her thought about it.
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Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
It is really important to me that all of you learn about Al Bean, astronaut on Apollo 12 and the fourth man to walk on the moon, who after 20 years in the US Navy and 18 years with NASA during which he spent 69 days in space and more than 10 hours doing EVAs on the moon , retired to become a painter.
He is my favorite astronaut for any number of reasons, but he’s also one of my favorite visual artists.
Like, look at this stuff????
It’s all so expressive and textured and colorful! He literally painted his own experience on the moon! And that’s just really fucking cool to me!
Just look at this! This is one of my absolute favorite emotions of all time. Is Anyone Out There? is like the ultimate reaction image. Any time I have an existential crisis, this is how I picture myself.
And then there’s this one:
The Fantasy
For all of the six Apollo missions to land on the moon, there was no spare time. Every second of their time on the surface was budgeted to perfection: sleeping, eating, putting on the suits, entering and exiting the LEM, rock collection, setting up longterm experiments to transmit data back to Earth, everything. These timetables usually got screwed over by something, but for the most part the astronauts stuck to them.
The crew of Apollo 12 (Pete Conrad, Al Bean, and Dick Gordon) had other plans. Conrad and Bean had snuck a small camera with a timer into the LEM to take a couple pictures together on the moon throughout the mission. They had hidden the key for the timer in one of the rock collection bags, with the idea being to grab the key soon after landing, take some fun photos here and there, and then sneak the camera back to Earth to develop them. They had practiced where they would hide the key and how to get it out from under the collected rocks back on Earth dozens of times.
But when they got to the moon, the key was nowhere to be found. Al Bean spent precious time digging through the collection bags before he called it off. The camera had been pushing their luck anyways, he couldn’t afford to spend anymore time not on the mission objectives. Conrad and Bean continued the mission as per the NASA plan while Dick Gordon orbited overhead.
Fast forward to the very end of the mission. Bean and Conrad are doing last checks of the LEM before they enter for the last time and depart from the moon. As Bean is stowing one of the collection bags, the camera key falls out. The unofficially planned photo time has come and gone, and he tosses the key over his shoulder to rest forever on the surface of the moon.
This painting, The Fantasy, is that moment. There have never been three people on the moon at the same time, there was never an unofficial photo shoot on the moon, this picture could never have happened.
“The most experienced astronaut was designated commander, in charge of all aspects of the mission, including flying the lunar module. Prudent thinking suggested that the next-most-experienced crew member be assigned to take care of the command module, since it was our only way back home. Pete had flown two Gemini flights, the second with Dick as his crewmate. This left the least experienced - me - to accompany the commander on the lunar surface.
"I was the rookie. I had not flown at all; yet I got the prize assignment. But not once during the three years of training which preceded our mission did Dick say that it wasn’t fair and that he wished he could walk on the moon, too. I do not have his unwavering discipline or strength of character.
"We often fantasized about Dick’s joining us on the moon but we never found a way. In my paintings, though, I can have it my way. Now, at last, our best friend has come the last sixty miles.” - Al Bean, about TheFantasy.
