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Will Wood music is so good it’s like. I’m at a jazz show. I’m at a rock concert. I’m disassociating. I’m hyper aware of how my body looks. I hate modern society. Can’t we go back to the 50s? Wait the 50s sucked too. I’m a vampire. I’m a werewolf. I’m incapable of love. I have so much love to give. What’s my gender anyway? I am at a skeleton swing party in an animated film.

Boomers can navigate screens like THIS no problem in order to slurp down the next utter bullshit right-wing-tinged AI slop but can't manage to understand that waving a card in front of the screen (not the card reader) without having pressed the giant "pay now" button on a streamlined self-checkout system will not, in fact, mean they have paid for their items. And then they will be rude to you about it

stonepaste tiles, islamic c. 1700s.

I've been going on something of a mini-dive into the Franco-Prussian War. It really hasn't been on my radar, although increasingly I come across it (thanks Victor Hugo I guess)—and as a piece of trivia Paul Gavarni's son Pierre, who painted as Pierre Gavarni, was awarded Chevalier de la Légion d'honneur for his actions during the war (I have no information about what he did).

"The Franco-Prussian War: Depicting defeat" is a fantastic series of blog posts that I've found, focused on art of the war. Émile Betsellère's L’Oublié (The Forgotten) is absolutely devastating.

(The artist's model for this painting was an actual soldier in the conflict who was injured and abandoned on the battlefield, Théodore Larran, who later married the nurse who saved his life.)

In the Trenches (1874), by Alphonse de Neuville. You look at scenes like this and all those people around the turn of the 20th century who said a huge war could NEVER happen again sound a hundred times more demented.

My latest cartoon for New Scientist

Kiel, Germany 1920s

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