embarrassed myself in front of a very cute girl today. she was so pretty and so nice!!! she came to our table to get our orders and immediately started complimenting my nose ring and telling me about how she wants to get her septum pierced too, and liked my shirt and my entire outfit.
and i was being so cool about it for a total of 2.5 seconds until she asked "are you two together?"
and of course my brain didn't realize she was asking if the check was together or separate and i stared at her for the longest time before i answered, "um, no, thats my mom."
she was so nice about it thankfully and laughed and said thats exactly how she would've taken the question. i think she was being VERY kind cause i was so embarrassed and was covering my beet-red face with my hands.
clearly any brain cells i have evaporates in front of pretty nice girls.
James shaking in his little gay boots because he LOVES old men, he wants to take that bitch to the Antique Roadshow and sit with him on his arm smiling like he's winning big at a casino as he bids way too much money on a china tea set for him. Anything for his kitten. And they're gonna have the BEST fucking earl grey they've ever drank watching The Great British Bakeoff when they get home.
There's a speculation that this late Ptolemaic bust might be a portrait of Marcus Antonius who was born on 14 January 83 BC. Unfortunately, we don't have any extant portraits that we can be 100% sure are of Antony besides his image on coins, which tended to be highly stylized.
He was supposed to be a very handsome man and he allegedly wore his tunic short to show off his well-muscled thighs.
Not to be fully objectum on my smut blog, but like...
In order of appearance,
1. A cash register, estimated to be from 1924, but is fully working.
2. A receipt machine, but it didn't have a year on it.
3. I believe that is a type of camera, but it also didn't have a year on it, also the name of the company was illegible from that tag. It's also much bigger in person (and was listed over $1000)
tbh one of my biggest learning curves w folk culture was learning that the desire for stuff to be super old is kind of dangerous & directly enables a lot of the romantic-nationalist and outright fascist myths & tropes to continue. stuff in oral culture just often doesn't 'survive' or isn't recorded very well, but the very concept of 'survivals' being important has a deep&dark relationship with colonialism. at a certain point you have to ask yourself if something being older actually is inherently better or if you're just denying autonomy to oral culture.
w the xmas tree example, is it really cooler if xmas trees are some disembodied 'survival' of the Collective Wellspring of the Ancient German Volk Stock or is it not kind of fascinating that central european peasants in the late medieval/early modern period seem to have just started doing that all of a sudden like it was the new interior design trend?
idk like i love weird fragmentary maybe-ancient ballads as much as the next person but i would never let that make me turn a blind eye to the beautiful richness of more recent oral culture that gives us such heartbreaking personal insights into the life of some individual victorian woman in favour of imagining whatever i want about a faceless mass. and when you actually study ballads in context you see how much different individuals repurpose them and how much the idea that some perfect Original is being lost each time they do is so reactionary and ignorant & you get real w yourself about the fact that the real allure of that fragment is its mystery when other similar songs better 'preserved' or documented actually turn out to be less than 250 years old suddenly don't seem so esoteric
Guess what I now have? A type writer!! I found it at a thrift store and it seems to be working so far. I'm going to be fixing it up but it's pretty neat!
If anyone's got tips or knows what model it is please let me know!
I got this really sick yellow ammunition box from an antique store for $30 and I'm so excited to see if I can make it into a letterbox. It's so interesting looking and I wonder if the posties won't just chuck the mail on the lawn because it doesn't have a letter slit, you'd have to open it up, or if someone's just gonna nick it. But the price was such a steal I wouldn't even be mad.
Three Wishes by Elinor Wylie. As featured in Black Armour, 1923 edition.
Three Wishes
Sink out of being, and go down, go down
Through the steep layers of emerald and jade
With warm thin skin of turquoise overlaid,
Where the slow coral spins a ghostly town
Of tower and minaret and fretted crown,
Give up your breath in sleep's subaqueous
shade,
Hold to oblivion; are you afraid
Of cold deep death? Are you afraid to drown?
You have three flashing looks, like fairy
wishes;
One burns your eyelids with a lightning-wink
Which turns into a rainbow world, and one
Shows sea-birds brighter than the silver fishes,
And one- the last wild chance before you
sink-
A flock of dancing clouds about the sun.
Just searching up Kdramas on MDL that I vaguely remember watching eons ago and-
“ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??” /meme
I think I watched maybe half of this with my mom in 2014(?) when I was like 12??? (Don’t expect me to remember a single plot point tho,, my memory is abysmal)
Yeah I knew Gong Yoo was in this but I didn’t even know that I’d watched a Kdrama with Kim Dongwook and Kim Jaewook in it before The Guest 💀
(I mean I know I watched Antique Bakery eons ago at like 3am on a school night when I was like 15??? but fuck if I remember anything from that movie other than some guy in sunglasses) (Did I even finish watching that movie???)
If anything this is just making me realize my brain is doing a shit job at memory retention 💀
Oh my fucking god he’s adorable,, I’m going to take a nap on the highway because of this photo like are you fuckin kidding me rn LOOK AT HIM
No one speak to me right now I’m going insane ✋
I’m going to pass away like ARE YOU SEEING THEM???
I can die now,, I’ve seen all I need to see,, /pos
We've successfully invented a society where you have to miss your friend's funeral because you can't afford to be any later on your deadlines. Sure, we weren't that close, but I still would've liked to have gone, and I know I'm going to, emotionally, regret staying home working instead of going for at least a week after this even though I'd face consequences if I'd gone. I'm making the smart and necessary choice, but man, it sucks that I even have to.