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M.A.S.H. is a national treasure
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you know once you make a supplementary OC for your main OC's backstory you're doomed
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Academic librarians are really excited about a Chicago Pope because it opens up the possibility of an APA Pope and even an MLA Pope someday.
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Today we swung through a favorite antiques mall and @benjhawkins spied a set of old rhythm bones in a case. He bought them!

Rhythm bones are a percussion instrument that have been around so long people aren’t sure where they originated; in fact, they may have had several origin points across different cultures. In America, rhythm bones saw a rise in popularity in the 19th century when Irish and Black musicians brought them to the forefront of folk music.

The Bone Player (1856), by William Sidney Mount.
Inexpensive to make and extremely portable, rhythm bones easily went to sea with sailors. The well-worn pair Benji purchased today, like the earliest rhythm bones, are made from actual curved animal bones. Based on their appearance, there is a possibility they are made from whalebone, but we’ll need to do some more research before we can confirm that. Our local community is one with a long history of seafaring, so it’s not impossible this pair is sailor-made.
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
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Lady with a snout. Broadsheet illustration, 1717. Wunder, Wundergeburt und Wundergestalt in Einblattdrucken. 1921.
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Two gentlemen playing mandolin and guitar on board the bark Wanderer, ca. 1906
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It's funny having a very high tolerance for pain but a very low tolerance for other forms of discomfort. Like yea tattoos piercings cramps shots cuts bruises whatever thats nothing. But I better not get nauseous or hear a loud sound. Or I'll die
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Stop saying “there are plenty of fish in the sea”. I’ve got my eye on one specific, emotionally distant salmon with commitment issues
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Late 18th Century Gloves. Printed leather, lace. Courtesy of MFA Boston.
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My year in thrifting antique ladderback chairs
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Just a normal text thread with @benjhawkins
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The woman in the red shawl, unknown painter (America, 1840s)
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