Takato Yamamoto aka 高遠山本 aka Yamamoto Takato aka 山本 タカト (Japanese, b. 1960, Akita Prefecture, Japan) - From the newest issue of Vampire Box (written by Takato Yamamoto and published by Geijutsu Shinbunsha), 2022
I did a report about physician bias affecting the quality of reproductive healthcare for my Social Justice class. Here's a diagram of a c-section with added upsetting stats about how the procedure is misused and over performed!
Guys. I can feel it already. THIS is the year. This is the year that Jonathan Harker will go on his business trip with no issue. Just a lovely train ride through Europe where he collects paprika recipies for Mina, meets some friendly, living people looking to buy properties in England, and then returns home safely.
Around the world today, the penumbra of the rising of the first sun of May is lined with onlookers and wellwishers, eyes on the eastern horizon to catch the first glimpse of a new season.
Because in our hearts, this is how summer returns to the northern hemisphere; this sun a baton passed in the annual relay as the south prepares for what winter may bring.
Among our number, where the hilltops flatten enough for people to trust their feet in the gloom, for over a century now morris dancers have set out in the fading dark to dance in the dawn, for the same reason we do anything: because it's what we do. That's all tradition is, after all.
And every year, alongside the bells, a passage from Terry Pratchett's Hogfather rings in my mind.
"The sun would have risen just the same, yes?"
NO.
"Oh, come on. You can't expect me to believe that. It's an astronomical fact."
THE SUN WOULD NOT HAVE RISEN.
...
"Really? Then what would have happened, pray?"
A MERE BALL OF FLAMING GAS WOULD HAVE ILLUMINATED THE WORLD.
And so, every year, follow the sound of bells and sticks, the chorus of voices singing Hal And Tow, and you'll find a bunch of knackered weirdos in the middle of nowhere in daft hats and a chill breeze, but proud of what they've done.
Happy May Day and Beltane to all who celebrate!
When I was very young my mother got me to get up very early on the first of May, make some paper cones, fill them with fresh picked flowers then lay them on the neighbors' front steps. It was one of my favorite holidays.
Spend 13 hours total on a 12 page paper yesterday. Someone hmu if you want to hear all about obstetric violence and scary labor & delivery interventions