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I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.
- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.
- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.
- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.
If we start turning artists' names into verbs, how many of them would you assume would have an immediate and obvious meaning? While there were so many better things he should be known for, if someone "Van Gogh'd themselves" you're going to assume that a non-medically-necessary ear removal was involved. But what does one do if they plan to "Hemingway their way out" of something? Like is their plan to Just Start Saying Shit, and if they can't win people over with overconfidence, it is time for violence, and just start fucking punching people out?
What does one do when they Dalí something? What kind of a skillset does a person have if their talents include being able to Edith Piaf through anything?
I think a surprising amount of writers don’t realize that tragedies are supposed to be cathartic. They’re intended to result in a purging of emotion, a luxurious cry; the sorrow caused by a great tragedy is akin to fear caused by a good horror movie – it’s a ���safe” sorrow, one that is actually satisfying to the audience. It can still be beautiful! It’s isn’t supposed to just be salting the earth so nothing can grow.
But that’s how you get grimdark: writers who don’t realize that they’re supposed to be doing something with the audience instead of to the audience.
We actually all know her, the Vasa. The Swedish showpiece was only 1300 metres under sail when she sank on 10. August 1628. Now, however, not only the ship was salvaged, but also more than 40,000 artefacts. Six original sails and two smaller boat sails were also found on the orlop deck. Sails are very fragile and are usually one of the few things that barely survive in the water. These pieces, made of hemp and flax, have survived, albeit in a very fragile state. Conservation was very difficult, so they had to be carefully washed under water and then dried first with alcohol and then with xylene, a solvent with very low surface tension, but they were still very fragile and had to be strengthened.
The fragile sails were then attached to a support with a lower concentration of the same acrylic solution. In total, this process took 10 years and of the 650 square metres of sails found, only one is on display today - the fore topgallant sail.