May 15, 2012
Upcoming Irregular Gentlewomen Projects (a partial list)

  • The Interactive Feminist Project
  • The Interactive Poetry Project
  • The Historical Data Visualization Project (collaboration with or-dhuilleag and her gorgeous spreadsheets)
What do you say, ungemmed, think we can do all this in 2012? What’s on your list? (This post is mostly meant to serve as a sticky note for me.)

May 11, 2012
williamjh:

littlewendycat:

akitron:

malenkydevil:

dapperqueer:

amydentata:

I should just bookmark this and link to it whenever I get trolls.

(via lipglossblackleather)



always reblog


Hey ungemmed, are we missing any of these in our Sekrit Bingo Card Project (coming soon to an internet near you!)?

williamjh:

littlewendycat:

akitron:

malenkydevil:

dapperqueer:

amydentata:

I should just bookmark this and link to it whenever I get trolls.

(via lipglossblackleather)

always reblog

Hey ungemmed, are we missing any of these in our Sekrit Bingo Card Project (coming soon to an internet near you!)?

April 26, 2012
I keep seeing this around.
Not that the burning of the Library isn’t tragic, but:
Thomasina:
							…If Queen Elizabeth had been a Ptolemy history would have been quite different—we would be admiring the pyramids of Rome and the great Sphinx of Verona. 

						Septimus:
							God save us. 

						Thomasina:
							But instead, the Egyptian noodle made carnal embrace with the enemy who burned the great library of Alexandria without so much as a fine for all that is overdue. Oh, Septimus!—can you bear it? All the lost plays of the Athenians! Two hundred at least by Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripides—thousands of poems—Aristotle’s own library brought to Egypt by the noodle’s ancestors! How can we sleep for grief? 

						Septimus:
							By counting our stock. Seven plays from Aeschylus, seven from Sopocles, nineteen from Euripides, my lady! You should no more grieve for the rest than for a buckle lost from your first shoe, or for your lesson book which will be lost when you are old. We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. Ancient cures for diseases will reveal themselves once more. Mathematical discoveries glimpsed and lost to view will have their time again. You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew?
						— Tom Stoppard, Arcadia
Listen to Sir Tom, guys.

I keep seeing this around.

Not that the burning of the Library isn’t tragic, but:

Thomasina: …If Queen Elizabeth had been a Ptolemy history would have been quite different—we would be admiring the pyramids of Rome and the great Sphinx of Verona.
Septimus: God save us.
Thomasina: But instead, the Egyptian noodle made carnal embrace with the enemy who burned the great library of Alexandria without so much as a fine for all that is overdue. Oh, Septimus!—can you bear it? All the lost plays of the Athenians! Two hundred at least by Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripides—thousands of poems—Aristotle’s own library brought to Egypt by the noodle’s ancestors! How can we sleep for grief?
Septimus: By counting our stock. Seven plays from Aeschylus, seven from Sopocles, nineteen from Euripides, my lady! You should no more grieve for the rest than for a buckle lost from your first shoe, or for your lesson book which will be lost when you are old. We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. Ancient cures for diseases will reveal themselves once more. Mathematical discoveries glimpsed and lost to view will have their time again. You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew?

— Tom Stoppard, Arcadia

Listen to Sir Tom, guys.

(via dduane)

March 15, 2012
"Words are like icebergs; nine tenths of their mass lie below the surface. English is a rich language. There’s always an exact word. Scarlet and red and crimson have different connotations; their meaning seeps through and stains sentences around them."

Nicola Griffith

March 9, 2012
writemeastoryaboutthis:

Teddy Roosevelt VS. Bigfoot by *SharpWriter

reblogged for or-dhuilleag

writemeastoryaboutthis:

Teddy Roosevelt VS. Bigfoot by *SharpWriter

reblogged for or-dhuilleag

March 8, 2012
500 new fairy tales discovered in Germany

dduane:

jepatterson:

A whole new world of magic animals, brave young princes and evil witches has come to light with the discovery of 500 new fairytales, which were locked away in an archive in Regensburg, Germany for over 150 years. The tales are part of a collection of myths, legends and fairytales, gathered by the local historian Franz Xaver von Schönwerth (1810–1886) in the Bavarian region of Oberpfalz at about the same time as the Grimm brothers were collecting the fairytales that have since charmed adults and children around the world.

LET ME AT THEM.  :)

*grabbyhands*

March 8, 2012
As a historian? Yyyyeah, this is a little too true for comfort.
(What the hell Calvin & Hobbes collection is this in? I want to frame it for all my academic mentors.)

As a historian? Yyyyeah, this is a little too true for comfort.

(What the hell Calvin & Hobbes collection is this in? I want to frame it for all my academic mentors.)

(Source: viafrank)

March 8, 2012
writemeastoryaboutthis:

Knife Castle in the Ukraine, via reddit.

If you climb to the top of the keep and loose a scarf, they say, it will traverse the world and come back to you when you are dying. It will wrap itself around your throat and it will smell of spices you have never tasted; it will tickle your ear and whisper in the voice of winds you’ve never faced, of what lands it’s blown over, what people have worn it, what suns have bleached the threads.
And when you die, they say, you will turn to a scrap of fabric yourself, as faded and tattered and threadbare as that old scarf.
They say. Care to try it?

writemeastoryaboutthis:

Knife Castle in the Ukraine, via reddit.

If you climb to the top of the keep and loose a scarf, they say, it will traverse the world and come back to you when you are dying. It will wrap itself around your throat and it will smell of spices you have never tasted; it will tickle your ear and whisper in the voice of winds you’ve never faced, of what lands it’s blown over, what people have worn it, what suns have bleached the threads.

And when you die, they say, you will turn to a scrap of fabric yourself, as faded and tattered and threadbare as that old scarf.

They say. Care to try it?

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March 7, 2012
If you haven’t read Richard Siken’s Crush, from which the text here was taken, do so immediately.

If you haven’t read Richard Siken’s Crush, from which the text here was taken, do so immediately.

(Source: bending-sickle)

March 7, 2012

Einstein’s Dreams by Alan Lightman


If this is the book I think it is, I highly recommend it, and not because of the cover.

Einstein’s Dreams by Alan Lightman

If this is the book I think it is, I highly recommend it, and not because of the cover.

(Source: lysergicblues)

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