Friday Ephemera (713)
I bring you art. || You are being educated. || Dating difficulty detected. || So, have you played dress-up with your robot vacuum cleaner? (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Incoming. || How to clean your bat. || Crocodile hairballs. It’s a thing, apparently. || Our betters assemble. || Celebrate Frozen Dead Guy Day at the International Cryonics Museum, Colorado. || The daring, and the disasters, of stratospheric ballooning in the 1930s. || You want one and you know it. || Step aside, peasants, make way for fashion. || A poet opines. || Another poet opines, with expressive accompaniment. || The progressive retail experience, parts 537, 538, 539, 540, 541, and 542. || A pattern is noticed. || The thrill of paint removal. || Because you demanded it, stimulated nipples. || And finally, note the lifting of the leg.
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What in the …? What happened with little kids doing this?
Landscape paintings now deemed problematic, racist.
The same people, of course, who insist on Indigenous Land Acknowlegements. Also the same people who demand the ME be Jew-free regardless of their history in the region.
It’s as if they have another agenda than inclusivity.
I work in a place that makes a point of land acknowledgements – which can be a real pain when every speaker on a province-wide Teams call feels that they have to provide one the first time they speak.
I would be more accepting of them if one of the indigenous participants made an acknowledgement – say for wheeled transport, steel, and streptomycin.
Godzilla sleeps. Do not disturb. Do not disturb.
If only this worked with land sharks.
Wasn’t there another Japanese monster movie featuring a giant tortoise?
Gamera: The Giant Monster
Thanks. I remember that name now.
Via Ace for the band name game aficionados.
I’m glad I do not, but if they ever started it up, I hope I would have the courage to complete the thought: “I acknowledge that I am on land stolen from [X], and I further acknowledge that we ain’t giving it back.”
Gamera is really neat! Gamera is filled with meat!
We believe in GA-MER-AAAAA!
Also, Galapagos iguanas are vegetarians. They scrape algae off the rocks. So not so scary.
Unless there is some hard physical evidence that the specific land under your feet or at least the land within a day’s walking distance was permanently settled and not just some temporary encampment, you have no basis to say it was “stolen”.
The problem, we’re told, is that eithteenth- and nineteenth-century landscape paintings are “leaving very little room for representations of people of colour.” And obviously, we must all pretend that our island’s population and cultural assumptions have always looked like those of, say, twenty-first century London. Which itself bears little relationship to the demographics of the country as a whole, even in the twenty-first century.
Apparently, museum visitors must be warned that the sight of a Constable landscape may trigger TERRIFYING BLOOD AND SOIL TENDENCIES. Or at least inspire thoughts of historical attachment and belonging that are very much frowned upon, if only by the – wait for it – keepers of our heritage.
Oh, and since you ask, yes, the museum in question is taxpayer-funded.
I think we’ll give that one a post of its own. Comments that-a-way.
Spoilsport.
If they breathe fire on it they are.
You could use Baby Godzilla as a paint stripper.
A Godzilla cigar lighter seems like a no-brainer. I see a few but they’re the flick/flame kind. A good Godzilla themed torch lighter would be awesome. My birthday is coming up, you know.
I bring you art.
The bloke with the beer is thinking, Christ, that’s a challenging wank.