sonandheirofnothinginparticular:
From The Department of Good Advice™
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sonandheirofnothinginparticular:
From The Department of Good Advice™
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“Art is a human right” and “pay for your damn commissions” are in no way incompatible stances. The right to have access to the arts in general does not imply a right to have any particular artist produce a bespoke piece to your exact specifications. The second one is a luxury in the same sense that any other bespoke service is a luxury. This isn’t rocket science.
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when the just some guy version of waymond wang said, “you tell me that it’s a cruel world, and we’re all just running around in circles. I know that. I’ve been on this earth just as many days as you. when I choose to see the good side of things, I’m not being naive. it is strategic and necessary. it’s how I’ve learned to survive through everything. I know you see yourself as a fighter. well, I see myself as one too. this is how I fight.”
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Japan’s public safety chief has come under fire for his remark that he enjoyed eel rice so much that he kept eating after his agency informed him of Prime Minister Fumio Kishida’s narrow escape from a pipe bomb attack two weeks ago.
Koichi Tani, chair of the National Public Safety Commission for Kishida’s Cabinet, told a governing party gathering Tuesday that he had the local delicacy in front of him for lunch when the phone rang.“I was told that we can eat delicious unagi (eel) rice bowl there, and I was really looking forward to it,” Tani told party lawmakers. “Just as I was going to dig into it, I got a call from the National Police Agency saying something was thrown at the prime minister in Wakayama,” Tani said.
“But I fully savored and finished … my unadon (eel rice bowl),” he said, beaming.
LMAO [26 Apr 23]
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[“[“So Great Straight White Male Writer 2 said to Great Straight White Male Writer 1: Who is your ideal audience?
And Great Straight White Male Writer 1 said: Everyone in my ideal audience is dead.
And, just when I thought that Great Straight White Male Writer 1 might elaborate, and say something predictable like “my grandmother” or “that elementary school English teacher who taught me everything,” it got worse. Because then he added, “You know, Virgil, Homer, Shakespeare”—I’m serious, that’s what he said! Here he was onstage in a gorgeous turn-of-the-century theater with hundreds of people in the audience who had each paid $20 to see him, but no, none of us mattered, it was only about all those long-dead men of the canon.
It’s hard to imagine anything more damaging to literature than questions about audience. Then again, it’s hard to imagine anything more damaging to literature than literature.
When we write on our own terms, with all the specificity, nuance, complication, messiness, contradiction, emotion, confusion, weirdness, devastation, wildness and intimacy, when we write against the demand for closure or explication, we write against the canonical imperative, and instead write toward the people who might actually appreciate our work on its own terms. I mean we write toward our selves. We also write toward change. A canon is a cannon is a canon. Wait, don’t shoot me, I’m already dead.
Over and over again we are told that in order to make our work accessible, we have to speak to an imagined center where the terms are still basically straight, white, male, and Christian. When we write on our own terms, and by this I mean when we reject the gatekeepers who tell us we must diminish our work in order for it to matter, we may be kept out of the centers of power and attention, this is for sure. And yet, if writing is what keeps us alive—and I mean this literally—if writing is what allows us to dream, to engage with the world, to say everything that it feels like we cannot say, everything that makes us feel like we might die if we say it, and yet we say it, so we can go on living—if this is what writing means, then we need to write on our own terms, don’t we?”]
The median artery is an artery that is occasionally found in humans and other animals. [1] It is present in 35% of individuals born in the late 20th century. [2]
occasionally I’m reminded that biology just sucks to think about
patients often experience disruptions to splenic development during embryogenesis, resulting in an overall lack a spleen (asplenia) or development of many spleens (polysplenia)
hey what the fuck
people are like ‘aspects of biology and human anatomy need to be nearly delineated and sorted into distinct boxes’ and then actual biology is like 'roll 2d3+2 to determine how many artery branches your cerebrum has’
polysplenia is a beautiful name for a baby girl
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