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making a collection

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end of school!!!!

the kids are gone, I'm not coming back next year, this is fine and I'm extremely normal about it. I haven't had kids I'm ushered from tiny 3s to independent 6s come up to me and ask for a hug, sign my yearbook, of course not. I was about six inches from crying several times. But it's fine. Really.

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DabuQlu’DI’ yISuv!

“When threatened, fight!”

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leaving time!

I'm leaving Boston! Here I go, onwards and outwards, to new (hopefully better, definitely different) things! Wish me luck!

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Can I just say Tamora Pierce? All of Tamora Pierce.

not allowed to say Harry Potter, but what was your book series obsession as a teen

mine was definitely Eragon

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Hello everybody!

I updated my pridesaur list and added some respectable entries for Intersex, Abrosecxual, Greysexual, agender and butch lesbian. I am proud to say we are at 21 dinos!!!

But I am still very much open for more suggestions, so if you find any fitting dino pun, that I have not covered yet, please feel free to let me know ^.^

My goal still remains to have the most inclusive prehistoric pride dinosaur collection out there, so feel free to help me out a bit with fun ideas ;D

Happy pride to y'all!

I also got all of them as stickers on my etsy shop, so if any of you feel like supporting my silly dino art, please come by:

my prehistoric pride stickers:

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the girls are standing on their toes

I was early for ballet a while back and was watching the new class of intermediate teens dancing in the studio where my class would be taking place.

And they're all in their matching leotards and tights and pointe shoes, and they're rather wobbly on their toes. One fell from pointe to demi-pointe and I gasped and whispered "Get back up! It's okay!" But the front desk woman heard me, and told me it was their first day en pointe.

The girl got back up on her toes and spun across the room, following her classmate. A little duckling, trying out her new feet.

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Because they are the two characters most likely to get laid- the sexual tension almost blew out the cameras entirely

Hey so why was this shot like this

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we've found it folks: mcmansion heaven

Hello everyone. It is my pleasure to bring you the greatest house I have ever seen. The house of a true visionary. A real ad-hocist. A genuine pioneer of fenestration. This house is in Alabama. It was built in 1980 and costs around $5 million. It is worth every penny. Perhaps more.

Now, I know what you're thinking: "Come on, Kate, that's a little kooky, but certainly it's not McMansion Heaven. This is very much a house in the earthly realm. Purgatory. McMansion Purgatory." Well, let me now play Beatrice to your Dante, young Pilgrim. Welcome. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

It is rare to find a house that has everything. A house that wills itself into Postmodernism yet remains unable to let go of the kookiest moments of the prior zeitgeist, the Bruce Goffs and Earthships, the commune houses built from car windshields, the seventies moments of psychedelic hippie fracture. It is everything. It has everything. It is theme park, it is High Tech. It is Renaissance (in the San Antonio Riverwalk sense of the word.) It is medieval. It is maybe the greatest pastiche to sucker itself to the side of a mountain, perilously overlooking a large body of water. Look at it. Just look.

The inside is white. This makes it dreamlike, almost benevolent. It is bright because this is McMansion Heaven and Gray is for McMansion Hell. There is an overbearing sheen of 80s optimism. In this house, the credit default swap has not yet been invented, but could be.

It takes a lot for me to drop the cocaine word because I think it's a cheap joke. But there's something about this example that makes it plausible, not in a derogatory way, but in a liberatory one, a sensuous one. Someone created this house to have a particular experience, a particular feeling. It possesses an element of true fantasy, the thematic. Its rooms are not meant to be one cohesive composition, but rather a series of scenes, of vastly different spatial moments, compressed, expanded, bright, close.

And then there's this kitchen for some reason. Or so you think. Everything the interior design tries to hide, namely how unceasingly peculiar the house is, it is not entirely able to because the choices made here remain decadent, indulgent, albeit in a more familiar way.

Rare is it to discover an interior wherein one truly must wear sunglasses. The environment created in service to transparency has to somewhat prevent the elements from penetrating too deep while retaining their desirable qualities. I don't think an architect designed this house. An architect would have had access to specifically engineered products for this purpose. Whoever built this house had certain access to architectural catalogues but not those used in the highest end or most structurally complex projects. The customization here lies in the assemblage of materials and in doing so stretches them to the height of their imaginative capacity. To borrow from Charles Jencks, ad-hoc is a perfect description. It is an architecture of availability and of adventure.

A small interlude. We are outside. There is no rear exterior view of this house because it would be impossible to get one from the scrawny lawn that lies at its depths. This space is intended to serve the same purpose, which is to look upon the house itself as much as gaze from the house to the world beyond.

Living in a city, I often think about exhibitionism. Living in a city is inherently exhibitionist. A house is a permeable visible surface; it is entirely possible that someone will catch a glimpse of me they're not supposed to when I rush to the living room in only a t-shirt to turn out the light before bed. But this is a space that is only exhibitionist in the sense that it is an architecture of exposure, and yet this exposure would not be possible without the protection of the site, of the distance from every other pair of eyes. In this respect, a double freedom is secured. The window intimates the potential of seeing. But no one sees.

At the heart of this house lies a strange mix of concepts. Postmodern classicist columns of the Disney World set. The unpolished edge of the vernacular. There is also an organicist bent to the whole thing, something more Goff than Gaudí, and here we see some of the house's most organic forms, the monolith- or shell-like vanity mixed with the luminous artifice of mirrors and white. A backlit cave, primitive and performative at the same time, which is, in essence, the dialectic of the luxury bathroom.

And yet our McMansion Heaven is still a McMansion. It is still an accumulation of deliberate signifiers of wealth, very much a construction with the secondary purpose of invoking envy, a palatial residence designed without much cohesion. The presence of golf, of wood, of masculine and patriarchal symbolism with an undercurrent of luxury drives that point home. The McMansion can aspire to an art form, but there are still many levels to ascend before one gets to where God's sitting.

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pointe

Okay but so if you actually look at pointe shoes up close- the toes are these chunky boxes that are flat on the end so you can stand en pointe without breaking your toes, right? Which looks very pretty on stage, these satin shoes that stand flat on the ground.

But when you're just walking in them? They look like big flat duck feet with dirty toes. They are the silliest-looking shoes in the world.

I'm gonna keep doing ballet as long as makes sense for me, because weirdly enough I love doing it?

But as an adult starting in my 30s I don't know if I'll ever go en pointe. And in the meantime I shall admire the shining, gorgeous, clompy duck shoes.

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Ballet, like opera, is wonderful because it is monstrous, the hyper-development of skills nobody needs, a twisting of human bodies and souls into impossible positions, the purchase of light with blood.

Irina Dumitrescu, "Swan, Late: The unexpected joys of adult beginner ballet."

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Madison Brown for Selkie

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Then they gave naptime back, but you weren't allowed to sleep during it

"they took pluto from you" "they took dinosaurs from you" "they took neptune from you" grow a second personality trait and stop getting upset that our understanding of the world has grown since you were in 3rd grade

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Excellent reporting, friends

Scotland doesn’t want Donald Trump to visit despite him always claiming he’s making us respected on the world stage.

10/10 headline, no notes.

🤣

From snopes.com

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Happy Bog Day!

Damn, missed it again

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As an ESL teacher, I had a certain way of speaking to students (clearer enunciation, more slowly, more commonly-used words, less slang or complex phrases) and another way of talking to everyone else (faster, shortening words, more localisms, slight Boston accent, more complex phrases). They were both English, but one was more 'proper' and comprehensible to non-locals, and the other was my natural way of speech.

I could definitely see people speaking "ESL English/UT tlhIngan hol/UT Bajoran" etc to other aliens, and then an 'improper' version of their language with each other.

I think it’s a fun little piece of unintentional worldbuilding that the Universal Translator seems to struggle with Klingon.