#talks in class

[late-night-chai-latte]

"Come, lay down and let me take care of you"

[noodles-and-tea]

Just some more thoughts on that jayvik dbh au

[pinkravat-art]

"breakfast" a tma s5 animation thing

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dawg can't even fry me an egg in this eyeconomy

[VD: A Magnus Archives animation done in orange and teal titled "Pusryčiai" (meaning: "breakfast"). Mellow music plays as Martin cracks two eggs into a frying pan. He turns away to throw the shells while the pan sizzles, and when he returns with a spatula, a "boom" sound effect plays as Martin recoils with comic disgust.

The egg yolks have been replaced by human eyeballs. Martin stares at them for a moment. He then pokes at the egg with the spatula, producing a squelching sound, and one of the eyes blinks with another gross wet sound. Martin goes from disgusted to comically sad and disappointed, and he fades away before the setting does. The video ends on the words "darė Skaistė" (meaning: made by Skaistė) and a quick shot of an eyeball. End VD]

ty @princess-of-purple-prose for the description, i edited it a bit too.

[mossyflowers]

Who made trig I need to kill them

[clancyycat]

where’s that personality test where you pick from different colors and then it reads your emotional state for complete filth

[latriviata]

this article is SO funny (can’t do gift links sorry but i read it on pocket). noted University of Chicago Renaissance historian and Hugo finalist Ada Palmer has been running a 1492 papal conclave LARP in class for fifteen years and now it’s been held during an actual general congregation. 🤌

[bowielit]

they're so annoying....... like ur in the middle of an interview.....

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

interestingly the U.S. has a relatively low rate of tax fraud, despite the fact that our government is not particularly competent at investigating tax fraud

much to think about this tax season

[daveinediting]

In the beginning, I was a reader.

Actually, I was a listener to stories my parents read to me. I was also a listener to Disney records my parents would play for me. The one I remember most? 101 Dalmatians.

I've still got Cruella's voice in my head from that record.

Reading's a thing that happened in grade school. In class, of course, but also selections from those Scholastic catalogs our teachers would hand out. I remember the first two books I ordered were ghost story collections. Then, later on, I got into DC's horror comics that I'd buy down at the local 7-11. In 1977, I caught Starlog issue 6 out of the corner of my eye at the local grocery store. I bought it and kept buying each new issue.

So.

I was a listener in the beginning who eventually became an avid reader as well.

In third grade, our teacher, Mrs. Lohse, gave us opportunities to write our own "books". We'd write a story, turn it in, after which it was typed up by a parent who left room for pictures on some of the pages. We'd then add a thin cardboard cover to those pages, title and illustrate the cover, add illustrations where there was room on the typed pages, staple down the middle three times, fold the pages and cover right over the stapes and voila!

A book.

I was absolutely hooked.

And so I became a writer, too. I don't remember much more writing in grade school but I do remember analyzing stories like "The Price of the Head" in Mr. Allen's Language Arts class, the first time I remember discussing the craft of writing. Then Mr. Hodges in High School, one of two Creative Writing classes I took in High School with more writing analysis like Contemporary Lit in college as well as more creative writing. And then more in-depth analyses on books like Nancy Freedman's "Joshua, Son of None" and Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein". And then a coupla plays, high school satires about our class which my friends read at lunch.

I got all the laughs I was going for. Which only got me more hooked.

Then in college I picked up more game in Copywriting and Advertising Campaigns while pursuing my university major. The two classes between them involved a combination of persuasive writing and creative writing.

Okay now rewind a bunch. Because I was also a musician. Or, at least, my parents signed me up for piano lessons when I was in grade school. I remember basic music classes in school, by the way, rudimentary music theory (Tah, Tah, Tee-Tee, Tah) and actual play performances. The top two plays that come to mind are a big deal lead role in a play put on by my Boy Scouts troop at my grade school... and The Ghost of Christmas Past in A Christmas Carol.

My parents made sure I rehearsed. Know what I mean? They would record the entire play except for my lines so, as I followed along listening, they would pause the recording so that I could say my line for that moment, and then un-pause it until my next line. In the Boy Scouts play, I had a ton of lines so it was pretty easy to know where they went.

I still remember how excited our den mother was at my performance. Either because I the best actor ever, or...

Her expectations weren't super high to begin with.

Either way, that kind of excitement over something I'd done was addicting.

Definitely memorable.

Somewhere in there, I also joined the boy choir at church that later turned into being a member of the adult church choir. So yeah. Music music music. Choir choir choir. Rehearse rehearse rehearse. Perform perform perform.

All these activities continued through Jr. High and High School in different variations. The music. The singing. The musicals. And then around Junior or Senior year in high school, my parents helped me buy a basic synthesizer. Shortly after, I saved up and bought another one that could do more. And then not long after that my parents gave me a multitrack cassette recorder for Christmas. A friend of mine who was a guitar player (relentlessly practicing Pete Townshend's guitar parts from classic Who songs, mostly "Pinball Wizard") jumped right into the opportunity and we started writing and recording songs. And then later I'd rent more advanced synths from American Music in order to write and record even more complex songs. Even later still, a friend of ours who was a drummer with his own kit and his own backlog of songs joined in.

The writing and recording continued through college where I took to a major in Advertising with the intent of starting a career in that endeavor within the local advertising community at an ad agency. Not long after I graduated, though, I realized I didn't want a career in advertising.

Whoops.

Later that same year, I caught a flyer in the mail about The Art Institute of Seattle, went to their open house, and was into my first quarter of the Music & Video Business program that December.

Around that same time, my Advertising Campaigns professor hooked me up with his contact at Instructional Media Services on campus that started me working as a cable channel operator and turned into a position on the production crew at IMS.

At The Art Institute, I picked up the basics of editing which was fortunate because I also picked up an opportunity to be an assistant editor for one of the producers at IMS who was starting his own production company to produce travel shows for public television. It's for that company that I later became an editor and then much later a composer and then somewhere in there a pinch-hitter for motion graphic design.

Same deal at IMS that eventually became UW Video.

And also now on projects for which I do the one-man band thing in my home studio. Editing. Graphics/motion graphics. Music.

I'm still an avid reader, by the way. And I'm still an even more avid writer.

It's how I process my thoughts across a number of arenas personal, professional, and a few things on the outside.

All of that experience, by the way, centered me in a particular way: music. That and writing were my thing. Therefore musicians and writers were my people. Which was fortunate because in my career path, writers were also most often producers in need of editors. So it was helpful to share some of the same headspace. And musicians,well...

A lot of people in my life are musicians in some way. Which is how it was in school. Most of my friends were in choir. So music's how I identified. Music's how I thought of myself. It was the context in which I thought of myself.

It's the way I engaged the world.

So.

The other day I was in a conversation about school districts, budget cuts, fine arts and performing arts. We were discussing how the arts in general are understood to be elective, accessories if you will, to serious education. And how the one school district was down to one full-time music teacher.

One.

Which tells you just where the school district's cutting back.

It also brought to mind everything I wrote about just now. It brought to mind the question of what my life would be if I didn't have that thread of music classes and opportunities running through my education. If I didn't have an environment of creativity in which to engage the world in the way I'm wired to engage the world.

I was definitely ADHD boy in school. "Hyperactive" was another word for it. As was "distractible". "High energy" would be a very nice way to put it. "Verbal" would be another.

Of course "talks in class" is how it was typically phrased on my report card. And not in a good way.

Definitely definitely definitely I wasn't for every teacher going back to first grade. Not every teacher could handle me. I got in trouble a bunch. My parents got notes a bunch. I was graded down because of my "citizenship". And a number of teachers yelled.

However.

There were other teachers, Thank God, who could or knew just how to manage me. My guess is that they were either wired similarly or simply knew what they were doing. Of course the ones who contributed the most to who I am were language and literature teachers and music teachers who also consistently modeled a professionalism I didn't recognize until later.

It's not nothing, is what I'm trying to say, the Arts.

They're defining.

They take you places. They connect you to certain people immediately.

And yeah.

You can build your entire life on them.

😁

[ghostember]

heres some gouache sardines

[ryllen]

tbh i agree with this one

[lylahammar]

man I know I shouldn't jump in on Wicked discourse but I keep seeing people calling Glinda the "villain" of Wicked and it's driving me nuts because I really don't think it's as simple as that

imo Glinda's story is a very Shakespearean style tragedy about a white feminist (liberal) politician. Her hamartia is her desire to be accepted by the oppressive ruling class, while her internal conflict is her struggle to be perceived as "good." She was influenced just enough by her marginalized activist friend to feel crushing awareness of her own place in the fascist system, but they were separated before she was able to fully reach self actualization and pursue a more fulfilling goal. Her tragic downfall is that she got exactly what she thought she wanted, but through her incomplete character arc she found that it was actually cold and hollow and lonely. Yeah she's a shitty selfish person and she dug her own grave but she's not the villain, she's the tragic anti-hero

[mamawasatesttube]

i can never take stories about how tim comes out to the bats seriously bc bro he just wouldn't. this guy doesn't even tell batman when he's going to france and then causing international incidents in eastern europe. he's not gonna bother being like "um... btw bruce... im bisexual...!!!" he's just gonna let bruce figure that one out on his own. he's the world's greatest detective he can handle it, right?

like it's either that or tim only ever mentions it if it comes up. i.e. bruce is like are you free to help with a stakeout tomorrow night? and tim is like no. and bruce asks what are you doing? and tim says ...i have a date. and bruce, trying so hard to be a normal person and remembering how annoyed tim has gotten with him in the past for crashing things like his date with zoanne, is like oh! with who? and tim is like ............ kon. and bruce just freezes and then goes hm. okay. and then a full week later he's like wait. i didn't actually say anything. does tim think im homophobic. how do i clarify this. im fine with him being bisexual but i can't just walk up to him and say that.

so a week later tim just gets a package that contains a mug with a bi flag on it and no return address and goes ...? ...ah. and puts it in his cabinet. they do not speak of it at all. bruce is like oh yeah, nailed it. and that's it. the end.

[starry-bi-sky]

bruce and danny being fuckign nerds together,,,, they are being the BIGGEST nerds. geeks. if you will

these losers are color-coding the most inane bullshit. they are making diagrams for things you've never even thought of. they are having the time of their lives

"what are you two doing?"

Danny, sitting criss-cross on a table, hunched over a spread of papers and a bunch of different jello cups, his back is gonna hurt SO much: color-coding jello

Bruce, sitting in a nearby chair, also criss-cross, scribbling on a graph paper: hm [agreeing]

Alfred, already exasperated and SO fond: may i ask why? and on what parameters?

Danny: we're basing it off which flavors are the most mentally stimulating and for which subjects :}

Alfred, SO fond: ah. i see.

Danny, snapping his head over to Bruce and leaning over: wh- no-- no. Buzz, I told you: lemon-flavored jello stays strictly in the 'smelling salts' category--

Bruce, still writing on the graph paper: mn. no.

Danny, nearly sprawled across his back, faux-outraged: strawberry is NOT good for math-- you fucken HEATHEN--! Give me that pen!

Bruce, did that solely to rile up Danny, now trying not to smile: hnm.

[morganbritton132]

Anyways, Steve loses his hearing in the fight with Billy and Tommy secretly teaches himself sign language in case Steve ever wants to talk to him again.

[aaron04jpg]

Kimi Antonelli with his teacher and class in the f1 paddock is giving Peter Parker taking a field trip to Avengers tower