“I am an anthropologist,and I do love anthropology. But my field is not without its problems,as its roots are in race science.Anthropology was(is?) deeply connected to the activities of seventeenth-and eighteenth century European travelers who used their observations of the world to fine-tune their theories about human nature.Many of the most consequential and lasting ideas about race were also about gender, and vice versa;a particularly enduring
#sundayfunday. @BookmarkTavern It doesn‘t really matter for everyday acquaintances. For more:
Mythology, classic lit , French lit, Russian lit, art books, etc. I‘m not that picky 🤓.
He seems to have good taste. I take issue with the above. She‘s only perhaps underrated by todays younger generations in certain parts of the world ( read , USA). Fight me 😜
The Holiday season means book lists. https://apps.npr.org/best-books/?utm_source=npr_newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_...
I‘ve been into these guys a lot lately. Hmm 🤔 I wonder why.
1. I connect literary references. I color coordinate without thinking about it ?♀️. Mom mentioned I take two hours long bathes. I don‘t think that‘s all that quirky. 2. The above and anything by Angela Carter. #two4Tuesday @TheSpineView
I‘m just placing this right here.
It‘s humongous! I first read Ulysses in my late teens-early twenties 🥰. Not this edition. I‘m thrilled to add it to my collection. It‘s a coffee table book. It might just crack the coffee table.
Now I want noodles shaped like Frankenstein.
https://www.tor.com/2023/10/30/mary-shelley-and-the-noodle-that-created-science-...
1. Being creative
2. Empathic
3. Curiosities/asking questions/research
4. Making people laugh
5. Plants/nature/gardening
6. Snuggles
7. Taking things too personally
8. Talking about books
9. Being imaginative
10. Bouncing between being good socially, pretty awkward or total isolation.
11. Hanging out w my cats
@Eggs #wonderouswednesday
How a translation of “The Iliad” into modern language reinforces its relevance. PBS https://youtu.be/6ALC6-5Apzs?si=s5AurPqk1_RdNSCv Wilson‘s tattoos are nifty!
Mom is currently reading through Elizabeth Hand books. Of course I started reading her in the 80s 😝. This one comes out on the 3rd. Has anyone read it yet?
Lady With an Ermine By Jeff Stanford. Not related to picture: Get $5 off on Etsy on a purchase over $25 til tomorrow.
Oh look my high school is famous! I went there before (90s) the internet and social media became the behemoth they are now. I‘ll let you know what I think.
YES!!!! Welcome to another edition of “be glad your mother volunteers in a used bookstore.”
“In Ireland,” he continued, “the goddess Brigantia sat at her loom and wove the whole land into being, stitch by beautiful stitch. And broken stitch.” Another cough. “In China, the goddess Zhinu stitched each of the stars into the heavens, and wove the silver river streaking across the sky. In ancient Egypt, the goddess Neith wove two kingdoms together, and the Vikings sang sagas about the valkyries who wove on looms fitted with severed heads for
“I had nightmares after that. I dreamed of my mother standing in the endless fields beyond our yard, where no one was allowed to go, wings erupted from her bloody back, feathers piercing and rustling their way out of her skin, her beaking mouth open in a scream at first, then a sigh, then a bright keen as she lifted skyward and flew away. My father died a month later. And I was terrified of being alone. “
“and even though I knew enough about birds to know that they‘re not much for facial expressions, there was no mistaking the bird‘s randy, jubilant smirk. He puffed his feathers and preened. I slurped down my soup and excused myself from the table, saying I had homework to do- which was true, but I had no intention of actually doing it. He won‘t last. I told myself. Of course he won‘t. My mother wasn‘t one to keep anything around, save for me and
My friend got me this meditation pillow for a late birthday gift 💝
The film is fun. I loved the book as a kid. I related to the moving, not having a central religion, puberty and everything surrounding it. 😀
“They were going to have to leave. Again. That was just how things were. Myriam was used to it. The only way to keep from suffering, she knew, was just to move forward, to keep going, and never, never look back. But little Noemie began to cry. She hated the idea of leaving her grandparents, those mythical gods reigning over this paradise of olive and date orchards, in whose laps she loved to doze in the shade of the pomegranate trees.”
RIP
https://youtu.be/tqt3YZ6gG2w
This is a couple days late. I just wanted to post the above video. It‘s from 1997. It‘s eerily relevant considering the recent suicide of her beloved son Shane.
“Emmanuel was happier than ever.He had applied for naturalization as a French citizen thanks to the support of the filmmaker Jean Renoir, who had written him a letter of recommendation. He was still working in movies and finally beginning to make a name for himself. He was living with his fiancée, the painter Lydia Mendel, at 3 rue Joseph-Bara in the sixth arrondissement between the rue d‘Assas and the rue Norte-Dame-des-Champs, very near the
“The little girls dashed toward the canals that snaked like miniature rivers through seemingly endless rows of orange trees, tiptoeing carefully along the canals low walls, arms held out like tightrope walkers, so as not to fall into the shallow irrigation channels. The farm laborers stared in surprise as the boss‘s granddaughters gamboled past them, their little shoes getting dirtier and dirtier as they darted among the trees. When it was time
