Whenever an internet user reads my blog and doesn’t send me a hostile ask flaming me to hell, I take it as tacit acceptance and endorsement of everything I’ve said and complicity in everything I’m doing
“No single Greek god even approaches Dionysus in the horror of his epithets, which near witness to a savagery that is absolutely without mercy… He is called the “render of men”, “the eater of raw flesh”, “who delights in the sword and bloodshed”. We hear not only of human sacrifice in his cult, but also of the ghastly ritual in which a man is torn to pieces. Where does this put us? Surely there can be no further doubt that this puts us into death’s sphere. The terrors of destruction, which make all if life tremble, belong also, as horrible desire, to the kingdom of Dionysus. The monster whose supernatural duality speaks to us from the mask has one side of his nature turned toward eternal night.”
— Walter F. Otto, Dionysus: Myth and Cult
Remember women are my favorite guy?
No, Sam... I can't recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass...
Caligula’s Palace and Bridge (and detail) by Joseph Mallord William Turner. Oil on canvas. Tate Britain.
Song sparrow :D
Stickers and prints available on my redbubble!
so ummm welcome to my textual tradition:) lemme show you around! theres some holes poked in the beginning but that's okay, theres some contextual questions to discourse, and ive even got a papyrus fragment! #myfragment
i got my cat one of those giant hamster wheel things so she could entertain herself then i showed her how it worked by putting her on it and spinning it slowly then faster then as fast as possible. and the good news is that she looooves her wheel. she just loooves being a hamster cat. but the bad news is that she doesn’t know how to use it solo so she will sit by it and scream until i spin the wheel for her. and if i dont go fast enough shell scream some more. so im hunched over this big wooden wheel turning it like igor and my cat is running so fast that shes panting like a dog and if I slow down even a little she’ll go MEEEOOOWWWWW and i frankly think I need to join a union or something. that bingus has no respect for me.
some red birds for the holidays: bullfinch, northern cardinal, american robin
Everyone's all "ohhh 2026 bring back physical media" until I start talking illuminated manuscripts and then suddenly we're not on the same page anymore
Actually we are on the same page. We've been on the same page for a week because these things take forever to make
inspired by a VERY excited tag someone left on a pic of a minoan-style squid
*gathers all of the people in the world who write the number 7 with a little dash in the center of it so I can study them like little critters and find out what makes them do that*
There’s actually a lot of history regarding the development writing systems and why there are different visual representations of numerals, but the short answer is: it’s regional, and you probably picked up how to make your numbers look based on your parents or your primary school teachers
I do it out of spite because in grade school a kids detective story identified the culprit by saying NO American wrote their sevens with a line and I thought that was super flimsy evidence and it made me so mad I started putting a line through my sevens so the fictional detective would be wrong and then kept doing it for several decades since.
I do feel one can’t underestimate the “elementary school child taught themselves how to do this Out Of Spite” crowd
I don't love that every time a famous artist turns out to be a fucking disgusting piece of trash loser evil shitstain that everyone always scrambles to say WELL THEIR ART WAS ALWAYS MID AND BAD ANYWAY. like dude just reckon with the fact you can't judge someone's moral fiber based on the art they make or the clothes they wear or the way they speak or fucking anything anything at all
Various keys, German, 15th Century
From the Met Museum






