Utterly obsessed with these Shakespeare playbook covers from the late 1960s by Paul Hogarth
Keanu Reeves and River Phoenix for Interview Magazine, 1991 // Keanu Reeves for Studio Magazine, 1993
Cats and train miniature
Billionaires are a disease, not a success.
Robber barons of yore built hospitals and libraries, established public parks and museums. They felt bad for stealing.
Note: Andrew Carnegie built 1700 libraries across America.
Today's unethical and ruthless mega-rich do nothing.
To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
Sappho | Leonardo Bistolfi | Safet Zec | Richard Siken | Brokeback Mountain (dir. Ang Lee) | Emery Allen | Ron Hicks | Jorge Luis Borges | Holly Warburton | Richard Siken | Joseph Lorusso
I used to read a lot on my free time. I have lots of books which I don’t have time to read. now I spend all my time going through pathology textbooks. my goal in life lately is to have time. to have time to take long walks and to read books that I love the most. maybe in 10 years.
I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.
It's right-handed
I am right-handed
There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly
I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.
There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.
I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.
A homo erectus made it
Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.
Who were you
A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?
Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?
Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?
Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?
Who were you?
What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?
What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.
Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?
Or has it always been divine?
Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?
Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.
The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.
Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?
I'm not religious.
But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine
I don't know what is.
women in STEM (supervillainy, treachery, evilness, malevolence)
Abandoned church in the settlement of Budimilovo, Tver Oblast. Built in 1819-1827.
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