This amazing comic from @Gingerhazing proves yet again that the best thing to come out of Star Wars is the lovingly crafted fan works which go places and tell stories the originals never would have dared.
(Really hoping that they compile these into a nice readable format somewhere, it is just too good to be lost in the depths of twitter)
You’ve heard of biblically accurate angels, now get ready for bowl-accurate demons
That first one was definitely the funniest, but the some of the other bowl-demons are pretty great too.
There’s a bit more detail about exactly what’s going on in this article.
I’m surprised how timeless and appealing these little drawings are. They avoid a lot of the foibles which make a lot of late antique/medieval art look dated, and the exaggerated proportions, noodly limbs and googly eyes wouldn’t be out of place in a webcomic or cartoon.
I also love that these bowls refer to themselves as “amulets”. Next time someone describes something as an “amulet” in a novel or TTRPG I’m definitely going to imagine it as an inverted bowl with a googly-eyed stick figure demon on.
I think this is the most fun I’ve ever seen people have playing classical music
There’s all sorts of interesting stuff if you poke around a bit — for example, in Bordet’s Méthode raisonnée pour apprendre la musique there’s a summary of the hurdy gurdy which suggests that extended keyboards beyond the usual two-octaves-minus-high-F# existed, but were “extraordinaire, et peu usité:”
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Talking of [filterview] (gh), here’s the abstraction I made for it, incorporating stereo smooth filters and a nice mode switching UI made of a [hslider] hidden behind a bunch of canvases.
Each canvas has a receive ID of $0- plus the symbol for the relevant filter mode, making the message sending for changing the colours easy.
I couldn’t find the lyrics for all of the tracks collected together in one place, so here are as many as I can find or figure out.
Bells are ringing dinga linga linga linga ling-a linga linga linga ling
dinga linga linga linga ling-a linga linga linga ling
dig all the kids who carry bells, merry bells
who are they?
why they're the
Voices of spring were in chorus
each voice was singing a song
I could not sing in that chorus until I wrote me a song
I wrote my song and joined the throng (source)
What’s the most exciting thing about life?
tell me or I’ll tell you
come on come on
I know you know what I know it’s in your eyes
I’ll have to tell you, I can’t wait
it’s L O V E it’s love
and I’m in love; I’m so happy
it’s L O V E it’s love
I’m incoherent my dear
oh happy happiness
oh happy happiness, happiness
Darling the answer is love (source)
All is loneliness before me
loneliness before me
My tiny butterfly butters my bread
my briny flutterby keeps me well fed
why should I mutter?
Why spend a dark night with you?
what a fearful price to pay
other nights nights would but be
lonely dark ages for me
Coffee beans make the finest coffee of all
it’s time to take
a coffee break
to sit a while and savour
the rarest coffee flavor
of bean coffee
I make with bottled spring water
is my day (source)
Down is up and so up is down because the earth is round
there is no such thing as up or down
Be a hobo and go with me
from Hoboken to the sea
Remember, remember, remember, memeber
to vote the way
the way we say
or else what
I love you
for your lovely still small voice
I will love your still small voice
till my voice
Nero’s expedition up the Nile
because the water hyacinth
had blocked the river
denying Nero’s vessels passage through
the Sud of Nubia
No, the wheel was never invented.
no, no, no, no
your legs are spokes of a two legged wheel
and your hips are knobbly axles
the world was always on wheels
With my wealth I wish I had lived when great genius lived
what I would not have done
Fool, the writings of your dying beggar reveal that he is
by far the greatest one
This student of life
as that student for life
his Alma Mater
is all the world
with father time as mentor
Some trust all
some trust some, ho
some trust one
I trust none, ho
not even myself
Wine, woman and song are too, too much for me
I am contented with the latter two
woman and my song are simply
wine enough you see
Sadness was so mixed with gladness
that she wept with joy
she was so sad
tears filled but enhanced the smile on her face
she was so glad
Maybe, maybe, maybe someday
I’ll be recognised for what I am
before I’m dead and gone
or if not before then after it all
Each today is yesterday’s tomorrow which is now
now is all I have
now is all I need
now is all I want
Imagine what it's like to have a long suffering
night walker walking on you
I’m standing there barefoot, facing the meadow
oh, oh, something is crawling on my muddy foot
what the, it's a wet worm
I tell you I started walking, too
I mean we parted company
maybe we think it safe enough to say,
we had quite enough of us that night
You, the vandal
plunder the village as you will
the earthworm will pillage you
when you are under
Trees against the sky
fields of plenty
rivers to the sea
spreads before me
Behold the willow bows before me
but not the oak I’m uprooting
remarked the wind
Sparrows wake me in the morning in Gotham where I live
except when I’m up to Tioga
other birds wake me there
so fair their singing
”Romance—as dictated by dominant ideas and driven by the desires to peddle consumer goods like household appliances on carefully constructed family units—is an impossible-to-redeem mode of understanding love and intimacy and human interaction taught to us by capitalism.”
I would respond to
“We generally want to feel lovable, desirable, worthy, and seen, and we are taught that our ability to be any of these things comes, most importantly, from romantic partners. So why wouldn’t young people, in a period of increasingly relentless demands made by late capitalism, use the resources they have at their disposal to feel these intimacies and desirabilities as frequently as possible?”
with: yes, most of us are taught that, constantly, from all directions. That we are taught, however, is the point: it is a learned behaviour which can be unlearned.
Using the resources given to us by late capitalism to fulfill the needs bought about by late capitalism is all well and good, and I agree that for people to complain that the result is “millennials ruining romance” is ridiculous. But at least for me, the beginning of a constructive solution is to step outside of this system. Start to purposefully unlearn these associations, disassociate self-worth from romantic/sexual relationships, and consciously relate in ways not based on insecurity and love scarcity.
“I take off my glasses & there it is: absolute beauty, surrounded by a sea of lovely analogue blur… and that proximity to something, or more importantly; someone, carries with it an intimacy, the instinct of which is far more important & emotionally valuable than any premeditated intent”
the-toast.net has ended. Thanks for a marvellous three years of some of the funniest, most thoughtful writing on the web.
Words are souls.
They are ourselves, extracted from our bodies, and they live forever.
After death we speak through words. It is the only way — but a potent way. Words live. They are real things in the world, and readers are not a passive audience, they are champions who take these words, our clues and promises, and with them shape the world. It is this, more than anything else, that Ghostwriter illuminates.
Words can touch you — physically alter your body — raise hairs at the nape, hollow the gut, send shivers shoulder to toe — and does this not change our understanding of presence and absence?
I have written these things and you have read them, you have felt my touch, and there is no distance between us at all.
“What if the difference between not being addicted and being addicted was the difference between seeing the world as your park and seeing the world as your cage?”
I can’t help but think this applies to so many more issues than just substance addiction — depression, for example. Perhaps understanding other things which fit this pattern as forms of addiction is a good world-understanding lens.