Reblogged from brain-food
The world must be all fucked up when...
"Writing is a hellish task, best snuck up on, whacked on the head, robbed and left for dead."
Iron Maiden
by Rafael Benedicto
I’m not sure why people think it’s okay to come up to a pregnant person and touch their stomach.
Yes, okay, pregnancy is rather cool. A person has another life growing inside of them. A collection of cells that eventually forms another human being. When you get down to it, it’s an incredible affair.
But one’s admiration does not grant the right to come up to lay hands on their stomach.
Admiration does not ensure one’s right to invade personal space without even knowing the pregnant person.
Admiration does not mean one can touch the pregnant person’s body without consent.
God, sometimes people are just too strange.
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I used to really, really want a beagle. When I was in elementary school, one year the book I brought to read after I finished the Terra Novas was a book on beagles. This was back when my biggest dream was to be a veterinarian (ah, the days before I discovered the joys of learning history) and all I read was books on animals.
When my family was on the lookout for a new dog back in 2007, we found this beagle named Snickers that we were thinking about adopting. I still love beagles and they’re on my list of dogs to get when I’m able.
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Denis Medri returns to take a look at the rogues of Gotham and more of Batman’s supporting. Catwoman, Joker, Poison Ivy and Bane join Batgirl, James Gordon and Alfred in round out this amazing collection of Rockabilly gothamites. It’s interesting to note that reimagining Catwoman for the 1950s brings her costume full circle, close to her original suit from the 1940s.
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Catvengers, assemble!
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This Is All Kinds of Wrong of the Day: Banksy’s famous Parachuting Rat, located on a wall in the Melbourne, Australia suburb of Prahran, has been destroyed by builders doing drilling work for a café.
Local business owners were upset by the needless demolition of the piece by workers who apparently didn’t realize what they were destroying. The wall did contain other graffiti, but area taggers had avoided painting over the Banksy.
“Had it been 20cm higher or 20cm to the side this would never have happened,” neighboring business owner Jacqui Vidal told the Stonnington Leader, “This should have been avoided. It’s not a big piece, but it is one of the few remaining Banksys in Melbourne.”
The Rat was destroyed once before by cleaners who painted over it during a 2010 anti-graffiti campaign, but was later restored.
There is some good news, though: a possible new Banksy piece — showing an Asian boy hunched over a sewing machine and a Union flag — has appeared on the wall of a Poundland shop in London. It has yet to be confirmed as authentic on the artist’s website.
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This Is All Kinds of Wrong of the Day: Banksy’s famous Parachuting Rat, located on a wall in the Melbourne, Australia suburb of Prahran, has been destroyed by builders doing drilling work for a café.
Local business owners were upset by the needless demolition of the piece by workers who apparently didn’t realize what they were destroying. The wall did contain other graffiti, but area taggers had avoided painting over the Banksy.
“Had it been 20cm higher or 20cm to the side this would never have happened,” neighboring business owner Jacqui Vidal told the Stonnington Leader, “This should have been avoided. It’s not a big piece, but it is one of the few remaining Banksys in Melbourne.”
The Rat was destroyed once before by cleaners who painted over it during a 2010 anti-graffiti campaign, but was later restored.
There is some good news, though: a possible new Banksy piece — showing an Asian boy hunched over a sewing machine and a Union flag — has appeared on the wall of a Poundland shop in London. It has yet to be confirmed as authentic on the artist’s website.
[heraldsun.]
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This comic is now available as a print!
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Most of the time, when I think of Emily Dickinson, I imagine her in a white dress, sitting at the little writing table in her upstairs bedroom at the Homestead in Amherst, pouring her heart out in a letter, or fearlessly penning another one of her flaming, pithy gems.
Somehow it never occurred to me before that she probably also wrote a fair amount of poems in the kitchen or pantry, scribbling stray thoughts down on scraps of paper or in the margins of newspapers. Surely while she was gathering, adding, or mixing ingredients, inhaling aromas fruity, pungent, spicy, or sweet –she was also mentally combining fleeting images and impressions according to her prevailing mood. Writers, after all, are usually bound by 24-hour recipes.
Emily’s cousin, Louise Norcross, once said, “I know (she) wrote most emphatic things in the pantry, so cool, so quiet, while she skimmed the milk; because I sat on the footstool behind the door, in delight, as she read them to me.”
I like this idea of the kitchen as a proving ground for concocting victuals as well as verse. Emily was a prize-winning baker; her father would eat no other bread but hers. She lowered baskets of gingerbread to neighborhood children from her bedroom window, and apparently was famous for her soulfully satisfying Black Cake, which like her poetry, required only one small taste to deliver an unforgettable punch.
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… I did exactly whatever the Dowager Countess of Grantham would do.
Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French opera singer and fencing master who killed or wounded at least ten men in life-or-death duels, performed nightly shows on the biggest and most highly-respected opera stage in the world, and once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and bang a nun. If nothing in that sentence at least marginally interests you, I have no idea why you’re visiting this website. (via Badass of the Week: Julie D’Aubigny, La Maupin)
Clearly worth a reblog.
I’m going to need a movie based on her life. Someone ought to get on to that.
“once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and bang a nun.”
Reblogging for that sentence.
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