2. Be A Silly Billy

Reblogging these heroes! In HS I did a report on the reintroduction of wolves and the controversy over it. I really didn’t how there could still be a controversy over what was a resounding ecological success. I have learned so much about human behavior since then.

So one of my tweets kinda blew up. :v

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King of Cups. Art by Megan Rose Gedris, from The Rosalarian Tarot.

My king of cups is taking an active parenting role. He is so strong, and the master of the rough elements around him. He can protect because he knows what he’s doing and knows he won’t get hurt by it. He aligns the heart with the head, emotions with knowledge, and that makes him strong.

So many “fatherly” images fail to show the so-called father with any children, so I wanted to make a point to show that. I didn’t want him to be a hands-off authoritarian figure. In this, he’s rubbing whiskey on a teething baby’s gums. The lightning bolts symbolize how dads love Led Zeppelin.

Eurydice especially

confusing Odysseus and Orpheus is like confusing a liar and a lyre. send post

Me: oh yeah, if you think school photography is hard now, try imagining doing this with film.

The new girl: what's film?

Me: ... film. Like... film that goes in a film camera.

New girl: what's that mean?

Me: ... before cameras were digital.

New girl: how did you do it before digital?

Me:... with film? I haven't had enough coffee for this conversation

"I want to live in a world in which teenagers can fulfil their natural purpose of being annoying" and "I do not always want to be annoyed by the teenagers" are compatible sentiments

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.