#my bubele

[semena--mertvykh]

Café du commerce

Reprendre pied dans le monde du travail, de loin en loin, à l’occasion du stage, c’est un bon moyen de prendre la température de la France comme elle va et de m’enquérir de l’état d’esprit du tout-venant dans ma caste. Intéressant safari exploratoire qui me laisse, d’année en année, plus effarée, au point que je me demande avec une incertitude croissante : mais où étais-je passée tout ce temps ?

J’étais à l’Université, occupée à apprendre, ou sur la route avec les meilleurs musiciens de la planète, ou à lire, ou à produire à mon tour des textes plus ou moins aboutis qui obtenaient plus ou moins l’assentiment de mes chers professeurs. Tentant difficilement de me faire comprendre de mes camarades – silence et solitude sont les deux mamelles de l’adulte en reprise d’études – me sentant bien plus à l’aise avec les enseignantes de mon âge ; sachant bien que leur dignité de professeures leur interdit toutefois de me témoigner davantage qu’une cordialité de circonstances, etc, etc...

Pendant ce temps, presque dans mon dos, mes ex-futurs collègues de l’administration sont devenus de plus en plus grincheux, de plus en plus mécontents de tout et ils ne se privent pas de me faire connaître leur opinion en quarante exemplaires, j’ai plaisir à le dire, même quand je ne leur ai rien demandé. Leur mécontentement est directement proportionnel à leur traitement famélique, l'absence de perspectives et les tentations continuelles de la marchandise qui mettent leurs nerfs à rude épreuve… Voilà ce qu’on gagne à bloquer le point d’indice, à supprimer des postes et à faire travailler dans des conditions de plus en plus dégradées.

Les femmes sont littéralement obsédées par le fait de vieillir ; leur crainte n’est pas celle de la déchéance physique, ou de la perte d’autonomie, mais plutôt la peur d’être moins séduisantes dans le regard des hommes et, en conséquence, de perdre cette minuscule prime de pouvoir que leur jeunesse et leur beauté leur permettent pour l’instant de grappiller. Les lâches. Quand elles en parlent devant moi, je me demande toujours si elles se rendent compte à quel point elles sont grossières, d’évoquer ce vieillissement-là comme une déchéance ; et comment, moi, je suis censée réagir.

Les hommes, quant à eux, sont comme souvent une rencontre du troisième type. Usant de la même rapidité avec laquelle, il y a très longtemps, ils en venaient à me faire des avances – et avec la même désinvolture de ceux qui sont habitués à se servir, ou à se faire servir – ils tiennent des propos tout à fait étranges : la France est en déclin ; on oublie les Français alors qu’on dépense de l’argent pour les migrants ; aujourd’hui on vit dans 1984, c’est la dictature de la pensée organisée par les élites ; ce qu'il faut c'est bloquer le pays ; etc, etc...

Ce sont les deux ou trois arcs de renfort de leur pensée. Ils répètent ces litanies devant moi, ou plutôt à travers moi, et j’ai toujours envie de leur demander où sont placées les caméras. Impression de les entendre pérorer devant l’Éternité comme des invités d’une chaînes d’info en continu.

Et bien sûr, pour les deux sexes, la certitude que les vaccins contre le Covid sont frelatés, nuisibles, une magouille de Big Pharma/du gouvernement/des rosicruciens/du Grand Complot Juif Capitaliste...

Le projet de loi sur les retraites leur fournit, depuis quelques semaines, un motif inépuisable de récriminations, ils s’en régalent comme ils se délectaient de l’affaire Benala, ils mettront sans doute plus de temps à l’oublier.

Toutes ces convictions viennent très vite dans la conversation, elles ont remplacé les traditionnelles formules de politesse.

Je préférais quand ils me parlaient de la pluie et du beau temps.

J’ai l’habitude qu’on déroule le comptoir à chaque pause ragots, c’est même la raison pour laquelle j’ai pris mes distances, progressivement, avec tous ces braves gens, lorsque je travaillais encore avec eux – une prise de distance qu’ils ont d’ailleurs actée avec une hostilité animale, un instinct grégaire hargneux, exactement comme, il y a quelques décennies, ils m’auraient accusée d’être une mauvaise mère et une mauvaise épouse parce que j’aurais eu le front de me mettre au piano.

J’ai appris à vivre avec.

Ce qui me frappe en revanche, aujourd’hui, c’est la rapidité avec laquelle leurs discours deviennent de plus en plus irrationnels et de plus en plus autistes. Auparavant, il me semble qu’il restait encore un espace pour discuter, même si c’était pour ne pas être d’accord. Aujourd’hui, je n’entends même plus ce jeu dans nos échanges. Tout est verrouillé dans leur tête, tout bien calé pour qu’il n’y ait plus une seule idée qui bouge dans cette congestion. Les vérins bien lestés par les épaisseurs de frustrations empilées et comprimées comme des ballots de linge sur les voitures-chameau de l’A6. Sentant bien, dans le fond, que même leurs boucs émissaires ne sont que des leurres, comme tout le reste ; désespérés de le savoir. Tous prêts à déraper et à s’offrir une belle sortie de route à la moindre flaque d’huile.

Je ne suis pas sûre d'être encore là quand çà arrivera, et çà m'arrange parce que çà va pas être beau à voir.

Le seul avantage que je trouve, maintenant, à leur fréquentation, c’est de me dire que je ne suis peut-être pas si à plaindre que çà, à côté d’eux. Je n’ai aucune illusion sur la manière dont ils me perçoivent, malgré leurs grandes séquences de cirage de pompe – tu as tellement de courage de reprendre les études et de faire des projets (sous-entendu : à ton âge sénile) : comme une fille complètement perchée, un fruit stérile, une naïve qui vit dans sa bulle. Une qui pense pas comme eux, en tout cas, et qui vit comme personne.

Pourtant, je préfère ma folie à leur normalité. J’ai toujours trouvé qu’elle avait quelque chose de monstrueux, leur normalité. C’est d'ailleurs comme çà que je les baptisais, à l’époque où je les écoutais encore : les normopathes.

Mais çà ne m’aide pas à me sentir moins isolée dans leur royaume.

[noctincubo]

I‘VE BEEN TRYING TO LAY MY HEAD DOWN, BUT I’M WRITING THIS AT 3 A.M. | anoctivaga

“Morning Nude” by Robert Bubel and Unknown painting by Alexa Taveras, featuring the lyrics for “Francis Forever” by Mitski

for Calíope (@magdaslene)

[is-on-its-way]

Love in the dark

Ao3

Mulder and Scully and their 5/6 year old go see the Eclipse lol

Setting: Some dirt road in Maine

Kids name: Luna Lark Mulder Scully... don't @ me I don't know. Or do @ me with a better name suggestion.

note: bubele is pronounced bub-eh-lah (My head canon is Mulder learned some NYC yiddish from his dad's parents.)

❂❂❂

“Quick Lula, we have to hurry! He said unbuckling her from her carseat “Are you ready to run?”

“Yeah!” she squealed as she hopped down from her carseat. He took her tiny hand and helped her step down from the 4 Runner to the gravel dirt road. She lept out and swung from his arm as he said “Woah!” And she squealed in delight.

“Come on you two!” Scully said as she threw a pack over her shoulder from the open window at the back of the car.

She started into the field of lush green grass from the dirt road and looked back at them as they walked towards her. She waited with her hand out for Luna to grab.

They walked her hand in hand, one on either side, lifting her over the hollow where road met pasture. They continued on into the middle of the field surrounded by trees.

Luna looked up at Scully “Can I have the bubbles now, mommy?”

“Yes, my love” Scully said digging in the pack and producing a large pink bottle of bubbles. She unscrewed it partly and handed it to Luna, who took it and started waving it around attempting to make bubbles as she ran.

Mulder looked up at the sun hand over his brow. Then at his watch, “Shouldn’t be long now maybe 10 minutes. We really made it just in time huh?” He smiled down at Scully

She shook her head and said “We made it thats all that matters” she was taking a mustard yellow striped blanket out of the pack and trying to unfurl it on the ground.

“Youre sure this is in the totality zone?” She asked

“Yup, I triple checked before we left this morning and put the coordinates directly into the maps.” Mulder grabbed a side of the blanket and they laid it down. Luna danced around happily singing

“It's a perfectly beautiful day for playing A perfectly beautiful day for staying outside It's a perfectly beautiful day…”

Scully looked at her, hands on her hips with a look of complete devotion and affection.

Mulder looked at Scully watching their baby girl with the same exact expression on his face.

She felt his gaze and looked at him “You’re the one who said no shows past 2001.”

“Mr. Rogers is a classic, Scully. Much better than the swill they call children’s programming nowadays.”

“Uh huh.” She said skeptically, tucking her chin, looking up at him, hands on her hips.

He went to her and swept her up in his arms and kissed her. She was irresistible when she was annoyed.

She exhaled an “Oh” and melted into him, opening her mouth for him.

They broke apart and Scully put a hand to his cheek as she turned to keep watching Luna from his arms.

“Lets get the food.” He said giving her temple a kiss.

They sat on the blanket and Mulder took a bottle of sparkling wine, tupperwares of crackers, cheese, and sliced apples pears and raspberries out.

Scully took the cover off the fruit and took one before calling Luna over.

“Luna Lark! Come get a snack before it gets dark!”

“Hey a rhyme!” Mulder exclaimed, as Scully smiled.

She galloped over and accepted a slice of apple. She stood with apple in one hand and the bubbles in the other “Its gonna be nighttime?”

“Yes, the sun will be blotted out forever” Mulder said

Scully hit him in the shoulder “Mulderrr!” She tried not to smile as she took the bubbles from Luna, “Poppa’s teasing you my love. You know how we can see the moon in the daytime sometimes?”

She nodded, looking worried.

“Well this time well be able to see the moon directly in front of the sun.”

She looked confused, Mulder added. “The sun will hide behind the moon and it’ll get dark but then the moon will keep moving like it always does, and the sun will come back out.”

She pondered this and said “Not forever?”

“No, not forever.” Scully shook her head.

Content with this she walked onto the blanket and settled between them, munching her apple.

Mulder handed her a raspberry, then a cracker. “Do you want cheese?”

She nodded. He added a piece of yellow cheese to the cracker and she bit into it.

Scully fished out a small metal water bottle covered in dinosaurs floating around space. She flipped the straw up and handed it to Luna, who took a long drink. Scully pushed her wild sun bleached brown hair behind her ear.

Mulder handed Scully a metal cup of the bubbly wine, she took it and they clinked their cups together. “Thank you” she said.

The daylight dimmed to paint the meadow in an amber light. Luna looked up at the sun.

Scully reached to cover her eyes and said “Don’t look at the sun without your sunglasses.”

Mulder dug in his pocket and produced paper glasses that looked like 3d movie glasses, but instead of red and blue they had dark black lenses. He put them on Luna and tucked them behind her ears as she scrunched her nose. “There you go”

“Its all dark!” She said reaching a hand out in front of her

Scully giggled as she took the pair Mulder handed her. “Look up at the sun, can you see the moon yet?”

“No” Luna said sounding bored

“I can” Mulder said just on this side of it. He taped Lunas right shoulder.

They all watched as the moon slowly made its way across the sun. Luna exclaiming when she finally saw the crescent shape carved out of the sun.

Can I lay down? Im tired of looking up” Luna said with a sigh.

Mulder chuckled “Good idea Lula.” He moved the food down the blanket and laid down as Luna snuggled into him, head on his outstretched arm. Scully looked down at them with a smile and pulled Lunas hand to her mouth to give her tiny fingers a kiss. She joined them laying back on the blanket putting he cheek against Lunas chubby arm. Mulder found her hand and entwined his fingers in hers, as they all watched the crescent get smaller and smaller through their glasses.

When the moon had crossed completely over the sun and the last glare of sunlight had disappeared behind the moon, Mulder announced “We can take our glasses off.”

Scully sat up and said “Listen Lou”

Luna fell silent and Mulder sat up. “Crickets. They think its night”

He took the glasses off and muttered “Good night” under his breath. “This is so weird” they were in complete darkness. And when they looked up at where the sun should be, they saw only a halo of soft light.

“Im scared Mommy” Luna said reaching for Scully.

“Its okay my love.” Scully said taking her into her lap and hugging her tightly to her, kissing the top of her head.

Mulder said, “Its just nighttime Lula. It will pass in a minute. Do you want me to tell you a story until it gets light again?”

She nodded in Scully arms and Scully said “She does”

“Tell me about auntie Sam in the stars”

“Oh, okay.”

Scully found his hand on the blanket.

“My sister Sam, your aunt, was the funniest and smartest kid my parents had. She was witty and sweet and she loved to bike around our town with me. And we would get ice cream every day after I picked her up from her dance classes. And she’d throw baseballs for me to hit when none of my friends could play. And sometimes our mother would make us go hunt for dinner.

Luna giggled, a wild giggle that reminded him of Scully’s laugh. She always giggled at the thought of her dad as a kid hunting for his own dinner.

“So we’d go clamming and raking for mussels on the beach. And our mom would make a big pot of pasta with butter.”

“Yuummm” She said “and then she went to live in the stars?”

“She did. She went to live in the stars.”

“And if you look up and see a twinkling star thats auntie Sam saying hi.” Scully said

She’s up there looking down on us now, during the daytime, can you believe it?” Mulder asked “Look up find her Luna!”

She looked up with a great big smile on her face, and then pointed with a tiny finger "I see her!"

"You do?!" Mulder said grabbing her hand and miming eating it.

Luna giggled and squirmed in Scully arms. 

They watched the sky for a while before Luna said

 “She's with aunty Missy.”

“Yes bubele, with Aunty Missy” He said softly.

“Will I go live with them?”

“What do you mean baby?” Scully asked her.

“Sometimes I go up there too.”

Mulder felt Scully’s fear in the darkness.

“No bubele you’re not going to go live with them, because you live with us.”

“Okay” she said in a small voice.

“But uh, next time you see Sam, tell her I say hi, okay?”

“Okay poppa” She said.

Mulder wrapped his arm around Scully and kissed her hair.

“We’ve got extraordinary kids huh” he whispered into her ear.

She leaned into his shoulder and sighed. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

"My one in seven point nine billion." he said as he leaned down to kiss her lips with a smile.

@today-in-fic

[trostloski]

i went to the doktor today. he made me sit on a couch with very soft pillows.

he smokes a lot, the smoke comforts me (it reminds me of esther's flat). he also asked me questions about my mother. i think i am scared. but esther said i was a courageous bubele today

this is him

he prescribed me cocaine, but i declined, esther says i will become crazy if i start taking it

[persephoneflowerpetals]

You know if the Hercules animated series had an episode featuring Rhea it would all be about the fact that she is a party animal and rides lions into town. And it would be funny if Hercules mentions his grandma will visiting him and Cassandra and Icarus thinks it's gong to be a sweet little old lady when actually it's the party grandma goddess, Rhea, coming in a chariot pulled by lions and is coming to hug her grandson. Extra points she is using Yiddish speak like Hades.

YES!!!

Honestly, I can totally see that being in the show too! Like, Herc is expecting his grandmother (that he’s either never met or hasn’t seen since he was born) to visit Earth for a little while and everyone (including him) is just expecting some regular homebody type grandma, but no, she rolls in riding a freaking lion or something with a big fanfare and stuff and it’s just like:

Rhea: There he is! My little grandson! Hi, bubele!

Icarus: Woah! Herc! THAT’S your grandma!? Why does she remind me so much of Hades…and Bacchus?

Hercules: Believe me, I’m just as shocked as you guys.

Cassandra: Wow. For the first time ever, I did not foresee this coming.

And Herc is just taken aback because he didn’t expect his grandma to be such a party animal lol. I’d say the plot is either similar to the Bacchanal episode where she ends up throwing this big party and Herc is trying to impress Adonis and all the other cool kids or kinda like the Son of Poseidon episode where he just wants to have a somewhat normal family and just fit in with the other kids, but his crazy grandma is just so zany and not like normal mortal grandmas that it’s just embarrassing to him lol or maybe a mixture of both lol

But yeah, I really wish they had added her in there! That would’ve been fun to see!

[spicyhamsamson]

I gotta start leaning into my roots more, using Yiddish words and phrases is fun.

I just casually used “bubele” in a message and I was like “oh shit, that hits different”

[lokislynx]

My heart quickened as he slowly, elegantly took steps towards me. Yellow eyes burned with the warm hue of fire, so familiar to me that it seemed to soothe rather than bring fear into my heart. His movements were those of a hunting feline. His voice was at the same time irresistably gentle and unmovably stern: "No."

"But..."

"I said no."

He could read me like an open book of course, we had known each other for so long. He... who has always been there.

"Erik, you see..."

His hands lay down on my shoulders. Long, skeletal but horribly beautiful fingers played with my hair moving the strands attentively. His voice had that almost fatherly tune in it, safe sound, one that brought peace and clarity: "You do not need the PS5."

"But there's this Baldur's Gate and it has Astarion in it..."

"No. You'd just return back to Skyrim once it ends. We all know that."

"But Astarion is..."

He held my head between his hands like he was going to kiss me. His gaze demanded that I return to it, gaze into those eyes that were like fire burning behind diamonds...

His voice was like a caress: "The answer is no. I am the only man you need in your life."

"And I!"

And the spell was broken. He let go of me, turned to face the vampire behind his back and growled at it angrily: "Shut up, Lestat!"

The vampire spoke with a merry tune that was sure to annoy my favourite ghost: "But what if I too want to play with this Astarion?"

"Then you go and by your own PS5 and I'll shove it up your..."

Thank the gods there's a voice of reason nearby, in the shape of a handsome persian: "Now, now. No fighting."

The two didn't seem to listen so the persian said sternly: "Erik. Start a fight with Lestat and there won't be any bubele later."

The former opera ghost sighed looking grumpy: "Fine, mon cher."

Perhaps he is right. Adding another dashing vampire, with a sad backstory and shifty moral values, in this group might not be the best idea.

[jacensolodjo]

Forgive me for the Pacific Rim on main all of a sudden but Cherno Alpha is getting a NEW figure!! They didn't forget my bubele in this new series of figures.

[michelleliloia]

Coverage Times That Men's Sports are Given Compared to Women's Sports Part 2

A personal experience that I have when it comes to knowing male versus female athletes happened over the summer. This past summer I worked at the Women’s PGA tour (LPGA). I had female golfers walking right in front of me but I couldn’t name a single one. However, I am able to name a handful of male golfers that I am familiar with. Also, there were not nearly as many parking lots filled for the LPGA as there is for the Men’s PGA tour (PGA). This is because female golfers aren’t as known or popular as male golfers so people aren’t going to come out to watch and support them. Still, having these female players walk right in front of me was extremely cool but it would’ve been even better if I knew who they were. I am not proud of this and I want to become more engaged in women’s sports. At one point in my life I wanted to be a professional soccer player and I know I would hate it if I wasn't getting the same fair treatment as the men. In women’s sports there are fewer camera angles which means there aren’t as many angles of action shots and not nearly as many instant replays. This makes the game seem slower and less exciting for the viewers. There are also many prejudices against women when it comes to sports. Women are perceived to be weaker and have less talent than men. Why is it that there are these prejudices? It is because women are not given the fair opportunity to prove themselves like men are given. Since they barely get any attention, no one is talking about their athletic abilities and the strength that it takes to be that good of an athlete. “The assumed gender when speaking about any sport in the U.S. is men, unless there is the word “women” in front of it - NBA vs WNBA, March Madness vs Women’s March Madness, World Cup vs Women’s World Cup, etc. When speaking about women’s sports, we have to specify, whereas with men, they are still considered the default” (Bubel, “The Disparity in Women’s and Men’s Sports”). Men should not be the default when the name of the sport does not specify the gender; there should be no default gender. It is ironic. Women’s sports are not covered the way men’s sports are because people aren’t as interested in them. But, would equal coverage result in gaining more viewers and interest in female sports? I think it would.

[coghive]

Tiffany Hudson Releases Title Track From Upcoming Solo Debut

Worship leader and songwriter Tiffany Hudson will release her solo debut album, Hidden Here, on July 21st. Celebrating the new project, Hudson has released the title track today along with a music video for “Hidden Here.” Listen here and watch the music video below. As an award-winning songwriter (“Graves Into Gardens,” “Wait On You,” “Never Lost,” among others), a member of the GRAMMY Award-winning group Elevation Worship, and a worship leader at Elevation Church, Hudson didn’t dream of having a solo artist career. It wasn’t until she felt an invitation from the Lord in early 2022 that she even considered releasing her own songs.

“After a season of what felt like a creative drought, I sat down at my piano and felt the Lord begin to download songs and themes that felt very important to Him,” explains Tiffany Hudson. “This began a journey of sitting with Him, writing, co-writing, and desiring to write on the things He had placed in my heart. I pray that these different themes and sonic treatments would ultimately lead the listener to the true treasure at the end of all this–Jesus.” Hidden Here will be released on Elevation Worship Records (home to Elevation Worship and ELEVATION RHYTHM). This project highlights a personal and devotional style with the various sonic elements weaved throughout the album. The title track draws on poppy musical elements and inspiration from the scripture from Psalms 91 encouraging us to remain hidden in Christ. Hidden Here - Tiffany Hudson https://youtu.be/umhLsSgAdOA She adds, “‘Hidden Here” deals with the tension we face in desiring to be seen and known by others. I often think of the secret place when referring to hiddenness. The time with God that no one else sees is often the most sacred and holy. There is such a priceless value in remaining under the shadow of the Almighty. I pray it encourages the listeners to remain hidden in Him and find their true reward in Him. We don’t find our reward in external things like opportunity or acknowledgment, but we find, in the hidden place, that Jesus himself is our reward.” Hudson’s solo debut also features special guest appearances from worship leader Steffany Gretzinger, Mitch Wong, and Joe L Barnes. The project is produced by Josh Holiday, Bubele Booi, and Jason Ingram. Read the full article

[mateuszo]

Me to my cat when I am picking them up: "Wopla - Hopla! OPAH! bubbele, bubbele blop bip bip. Bubele hooble bubbeleh bubba."

"Little Bubi - bubele blub."

My cat probably confused why the giant is making noises at them as they get swept up

[tidustargaryen]

Lady with a Dragon by Robert Bubel

[bisame]

no-one can even touch me when im playing as utakata in naruto shippuden ultimate ninja storm revolution. 

[swampvoid]

Scratches on the surface

[spindlly]

"Jimbo. Bubele. Sweetie. Come and sit with me, hm? I've noticed you've been very lost in your thoughts lately. Are you getting along well with Fitz and Edgar? Something's going on with you. You can confide in me anytime, you know that." -Goldenthal

My body hurts, mama. Jimbo signed to her as he cuddled up. And I like them, I just... Miss spending time with you.

[art-now-poland]

'A night walk', Robert Bubel

oil on canvas, 70x100 cm, from the cycle 'Puzzle', beautiful Spanish landscapes and reflections on abstraction in painting, the painting made with professional oil paint and mediums on canvas; edges left white; canvas primed with paint made by hand, according to my recipe; the painting has no frame and it is not necessary; it is ready to hang;

https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-A-night-walk/283853/4178963/view