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Apr 20

nicolemarietherese:

I really love my apartment. It’s in a a good part of Astoria, between two subway stops. The building is exterminator-owned with friendly and polite neighbors and I’ve never had to worry about deliveries. There’s laundry in the basement. The price is fair and the space is good, with decent light. It could use some upgrades - there’s some cracks and chips here and there - but the floor isn’t carpet or tile or linoleum and the landlord is responsive when something goes wrong and I never seem to have trouble with the water temperature in the shower (my roommates will not say the same).

It feels like home in a way I don’t think my first New York apartment did.

But it’s very, very, very slanted. Like. Very sloped. And I think when academics and scholars study this time in my life (let me have this…just…let me have this) they will look back and probably attribute my constant anxiety and uncertainty and inability to commit to major life decisions to the fact that I was literally never on level ground.

QUICK GUIDE TO USING THE SHOWER IN MY APARTMENT:

To increase the temperature, either turn the hot water up (which sometimes instead will cause the temperature to go down), or turn the cold water down (which sometimes instead will cause the temperature to go down).

To decrease the temperature, either turn the hot water down (which will sometimes cause the temperature to go up, or the water pressure to go way down) or turn the cold water up (which will sometimes cause the temperature to go up).

To increase the temperature slightly, just don’t fucking bother. Anything you do will cause the temperature to change to something wildly different and basically unbearable.

When future academics study my life, it will only be because I am tangentially related to the MYSTERY OF THE SHOWER TEMPERATURE, which will be studied by future thermophysicists and showerologists, but will never be understood.

magictransistor:

Utagawa Kunisada. Kawarazaki Gonjuro as Danshichi, Otokodate (Chivalrous Commoner). Mirror of Osaka. 1863.

Flashdance.

magictransistor:

Utagawa Kunisada. Kawarazaki Gonjuro as Danshichi, Otokodate (Chivalrous Commoner). Mirror of Osaka. 1863.

Flashdance.

Apr 17

comicbookcovers:

Doll Man #6, September 1943, cover by Al Bryant

"I don’t play with dolls, I play with ACTION FIGURES. See, this is an action figure of Doll Man. He has the proportionate strength and reflexes of a doll!"

comicbookcovers:

Doll Man #6, September 1943, cover by Al Bryant

"I don’t play with dolls, I play with ACTION FIGURES. See, this is an action figure of Doll Man. He has the proportionate strength and reflexes of a doll!"

Crowded Train

     Another elderly lady, struggling through the crush, reached the door of Dora’s carriage and addressed her neighbour. ‘Ah, there you are, dear, I thought you were nearer the front.’ They looked at each other rather gloomily, the standing lady leaning at an angle through the doorway, her feet trapped in a heap of luggage. They began a conversation about how they had never seen the train so full.

      Dora stopped listening because a dreadful thought had struck her. She ought to give up her seat. She rejected the thought, but it came back. There was no doubt about it. The elderly lady who was standing looked very frail indeed, and it was only proper that Dora, who was young and healthy should give her seat to the lady who could then sit next to her friend. Dora felt the blood rushing to her face. She sat still and considered the matter. There was no point in being hasty. It was possible of course that while clearly admitting that she ought to give up her seat she might nevertheless simply not do so out of pure selfishness. This would in some ways be a better situation than what would have been the case if it had simply not occurred to her at all that she ought to give up her seat. On the other side of the seated lady a man was sitting. He was reading his newspaper and did not seem to be thinking about his duty. Perhaps if Dora waited it would occur to the man to give his seat to the other lady? Unlikely. Dora examined the other inhabitants of the carriage. None of them looked in the least uneasy. Their faces, if not already buried in books, reflected the selfish glee which had probably been on her own a moment since as she watched the crowd in the corridor. There was another aspect to the matter. She had taken the trouble to arrive early, and surely ought to be rewarded for this. Though perhaps the two ladies had arrived as early as they could? There was no knowing. But in any case there was an elementary justice in the first comers having the seats. The old lady would be perfectly all right in the corridor. The corridor was full of old ladies anyway, and no one else seemed bothered by this, least of all the old ladies themselves! Dora hated pointless sacrifices. She was tired after her recent emotions and deserved a rest. Besides, it would never do to arrive at her destination exhausted. She regarded her state of distress as completely neurotic. She decided not to give up her seat.

      She got up and said to the standing lady ‘Do sit down here, please. I’m not going very far, and I’d much rather stand anyway.’

-The Bell, Iris Murdoch, pgs 9-10.

Apr 16

Coincidence

Two frames from Colonel Homer, from season 3 of The Simpsons. Originally aired on March 26, 1992, two years before Yahoo! and 6 years before Google.

Apr 14

The Things We Thought Could Kill Us

By the time of the Bills of Mortality [a seventeenth-century precursor to the death certificate], the list of things we thought could kill us had expanded dramatically. Yet, reading those bills today, you could be forgiven for failing to recognize them as an advance in public health. It was possible, in seventeenth- and eighteenth-century England, to die of Bleach and of Blasted, of Cramp and of Itch, of Sciatica and of Lethargy. You could be carried off by Cut of the Stone, or King’s Evil, or Planet-Struck, or Rising of the Lights. You could succumb to Overjoy, which sounds like a decent way to go, or be Devoured by Lice, which does not. You could die of Stopping of the Stomach, or Head-Ach, or Chin-cough, or Teeth. You could die of Horseshoe Head, though don’t ask me how. You could die of being a Lunatick. You could die of, basically, death: Suddenly, Killed by Several Accidents, Found Dead in the Streets. You could die of Frighted and of Grief.

The New Yorker, April 7, 2014. “Final Forms,” by Kathryn Schulz. pg. 34

Apr 13

chrisreblogs:

doktor-blitz:

Nooooooooooooo

Hey, at least Hydra is now ultra sensitive and ultra sensible.

chrisreblogs:

doktor-blitz:

Nooooooooooooo

Hey, at least Hydra is now ultra sensitive and ultra sensible.

Apr 12

“You look up to your heroes and you shouldn’t be intimidated by them; you should be inspired by them. Don’t look up at the poster on your wall and think, ‘Fuck, I can never do that.’ Look at the poster on your wall and think, ‘Fuck, I’m going to do that!’” — Dave Grohl at last night’s Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony where he perfectly describes the role Nirvana played in my adolescence. Thank you Nirvana. Thank you forever.  (via harryandthepotters)

(via improv-is-easy)

Apr 11

muchofmucha:

Alphonse Mucha - Feather

muchofmucha:

Alphonse Mucha - Feather

(via muchofmucha)

muchofmucha:

Alphonse Mucha - Primrose

muchofmucha:

Alphonse Mucha - Primrose