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ceruleancynic: ancientpeoples: Terracotta Vase in the Form of a Lobster Claw ca. 460 BC Greek, Classical Because so many aspects of Greek life depended on the sea, a vase in the shape of a lobster claw is not surprising. It is, however, exceptional and may be a variant of the askos—a bag-shaped oil container provided with a vertical mouth and strap handle. The Dionysiac iconography of the lobster claw suggests that it was a novelty item used at symposia (drinking parties). Source: Metropolitan Museum of Art This is cool as hell. So is the nugget of information that “symposium” meant “booze-up.” I feel this definition should be reinstated posthaste. Academia would be a hell of a lot more fun. 
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ceruleancynic: ancientpeoples: Terracotta Vase in the Form of a Lobster Claw ca. 460 BC Greek, Classical Because so many aspects of Greek life depended on the sea, a vase in the shape of a lobster claw is not surprising. It is, however, exceptional and may be a variant of the askos—a bag-shaped oil container provided with a vertical mouth and strap handle. The Dionysiac iconography of the lobster claw suggests that it was a novelty item used at symposia (drinking parties). Source: Metropolitan Museum of Art This is cool as hell. So is the nugget of information that “symposium” meant “booze-up.” I feel this definition should be reinstated posthaste. Academia would be a hell of a lot more fun. 
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ceruleancynic:

ancientpeoples:

Terracotta Vase in the Form of a Lobster Claw

ca. 460 BC

Greek, Classical

Because so many aspects of Greek life depended on the sea, a vase in the shape of a lobster claw is not surprising. It is, however, exceptional and may be a variant of the askos—a bag-shaped oil container provided with a vertical mouth and strap handle. The Dionysiac iconography of the lobster claw suggests that it was a novelty item used at symposia (drinking parties).

Source: Metropolitan Museum of Art

This is cool as hell.

So is the nugget of information that “symposium” meant “booze-up.” I feel this definition should be reinstated posthaste. Academia would be a hell of a lot more fun. 

wheelbarrow-full-of-deutschmarks: junglewolf: not-homophobic-but: fightffyrdmns: bemusedlybespectacled: lestradisms: pheonee: tw: image contains a really heterosexist tweet equalseleventhirds: the-deviations: firegrowshigher: slutofbabylon: The powers that be do not want me to have a good night.  Man, let’s say you’re at a party, yeah?  And there are people at the party that prefer cake, and people at the party who prefer pie, so the host serves both.  Alright, cool. So you go in for a slice of pie, when suddenly the host CHARGES over and goes “WOAH WOAH WOAH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” “I’m having some pie, man, chill.” “What the hell?  I thought you had cake last time.” “Yeah, I did have cake last time.  But I’m not feeling the cake tonight.  And this is my favorite kind of pie.” “Ohhh no.  I thought you were a CAKE person and now all of a sudden you’re eating pie on me?  You’re confusing me!  Make up your mind!” “What’s the big deal, even?  There’s plenty of both for everyone.” “YOU CAN’T LIKE BOTH CAKE AND PIE.  YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE.” But man, fuck that guy, I’m going to have the pie anyway, who cares if I had cake last week.   And then if that pie is so good that I never want any other dessert for the rest of my life, that doesn’t mean I suddenly never liked that cake that I ate. Actually this metaphor is kind of dumb.  I guess I should just leave it at “fuck you.” No, it’s sweet. In fact, it’s a lovely springboard for the rest of the sexualities. For instance, asexuality: You’re enjoying the party - the music, the conversation - but you just don’t feel like eating cake or pie. Suddenly, the host charges over with some cake he’s sure you’ll love. He knows this cake. It’s not too rich and not too dry. You politely refuse. The party keeps going until the host comes back with a slice of pie, practically shoving it in your hands. You try to refuse again. “Oh come on, what do you want?” “Nothing, I’m fine.” “Are you on a diet?” “No, I just don’t eat pie. Or cake.” “…you had a bad experience with dessert, didn’t you?” “Excuse me?” “Forgive me if I’m getting too personal, but it had to be something traumatic. Did someone spike a baked good of whatever construction with a laxative?” “Fuck no. I just have no desire to eat dessert. I’m sure your pies, cakes, muffins, cookies, waffles, wafers, Nutella sandwiches, what have you…I’m sure they are all lovely. Please, serve them to any and all who would consume them. I’m not one of them. Is that really so hard to comprehend?” “…you just haven’t found the right one.” I sort of really love dessert metaphors for sexuality because some of the things people say about sexuality are so ridiculous, but people really only notice them with the metaphors. Also I love them because I like food and I’m going to eat some dessert now. the metaphor may begin to break down around demisexuality but what if you’re not really into the whole “eating desserts” thing, in general; like, maybe sweets just ain’t your thing! But your significant other always makes special desserts just for you and they put a lot of effort into them and so of course you eat them and they’re—well, they’re really nice, and so from then on you just really like the desserts they make, but if you go out to a party and they just have random desserts chillaxing you’re always like “eh” “nah” “doesn’t look too appetizing” “[SO] didn’t make ‘em they’re probs not that gr8” and with pansexuality is like if you like cakes AND pies AND puddings and—just, all desserts, as long as they taste good! Trifles? Yes! Cookies? Yes! Fruit salad? Yes! Ice cream? Yes! But then people are just like “what there are only pies or cakes to choose from WHAT ARE THESE OTHER DESSERTS YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT I DON’T UNDERSTAND U” #SOME PEOPLE LIKE VANILLA ICE CREAM #SOME PEOPLE LIKE CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM #SOME LIKE BOTH #SOME NEITHER #SOME ARE FANS OF ALL THE ICE CREAM FLAVOURS #SOME ONLY LIKE ICE CREAM ON SPECIAL OCCASIONS #SOME LIKE ICE CREAM WELL ENOUGH BUT DON’T OFTEN GO OUT AND BUY IT #SOME PEOPLE EAT HEAPS OF ICE CREAM OF ALL DIFFERENT BRANDS AND SOME PEOPLE EAT VERY RARELY BUT ALWAYS AT THE SAME STORE #SOMETIMES A PERSON WHO LIKES VANILLA ICE CREAM WILL TRY A PARTICULAR STORE’S CHOCOLATE AND REALLY LIKE IT #SOMETIMES A PERSON WILL FALL SO IN LOVE WITH A CERTAIN STORE’S MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP THEY JUST EAT NOTHING BUT THAT FOR AGES #IT’S OKAY #FUQ OFF BLESS THIS POST Hearts for eyes. 51,000 notes. Do you guys know how happy I am that nhb is my side blog and I don’t have to see this all over my dash? Sexuality described through the art of food. Two big things in my life. Can’t not reblog. I’m so glad they included demisexuality in this, because that’s usually forgotten.
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wheelbarrow-full-of-deutschmarks:

junglewolf:

not-homophobic-but:

fightffyrdmns:

bemusedlybespectacled:

lestradisms:

pheonee:

tw: image contains a really heterosexist tweet

equalseleventhirds:

the-deviations:

firegrowshigher:

slutofbabylon:

The powers that be do not want me to have a good night. 

Man, let’s say you’re at a party, yeah?  And there are people at the party that prefer cake, and people at the party who prefer pie, so the host serves both.  Alright, cool.

So you go in for a slice of pie, when suddenly the host CHARGES over and goes “WOAH WOAH WOAH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”

“I’m having some pie, man, chill.”

“What the hell?  I thought you had cake last time.”

“Yeah, I did have cake last time.  But I’m not feeling the cake tonight.  And this is my favorite kind of pie.”

“Ohhh no.  I thought you were a CAKE person and now all of a sudden you’re eating pie on me?  You’re confusing me!  Make up your mind!”

“What’s the big deal, even?  There’s plenty of both for everyone.”

“YOU CAN’T LIKE BOTH CAKE AND PIE.  YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE.”

But man, fuck that guy, I’m going to have the pie anyway, who cares if I had cake last week.  

And then if that pie is so good that I never want any other dessert for the rest of my life, that doesn’t mean I suddenly never liked that cake that I ate.

Actually this metaphor is kind of dumb.  I guess I should just leave it at “fuck you.”

No, it’s sweet. In fact, it’s a lovely springboard for the rest of the sexualities. For instance, asexuality:

You’re enjoying the party - the music, the conversation - but you just don’t feel like eating cake or pie.

Suddenly, the host charges over with some cake he’s sure you’ll love. He knows this cake. It’s not too rich and not too dry. You politely refuse.

The party keeps going until the host comes back with a slice of pie, practically shoving it in your hands. You try to refuse again.

“Oh come on, what do you want?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

“Are you on a diet?”

“No, I just don’t eat pie. Or cake.”

“…you had a bad experience with dessert, didn’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Forgive me if I’m getting too personal, but it had to be something traumatic. Did someone spike a baked good of whatever construction with a laxative?”

“Fuck no. I just have no desire to eat dessert. I’m sure your pies, cakes, muffins, cookies, waffles, wafers, Nutella sandwiches, what have you…I’m sure they are all lovely. Please, serve them to any and all who would consume them. I’m not one of them. Is that really so hard to comprehend?”

“…you just haven’t found the right one.”

I sort of really love dessert metaphors for sexuality because some of the things people say about sexuality are so ridiculous, but people really only notice them with the metaphors.

Also I love them because I like food and I’m going to eat some dessert now.

the metaphor may begin to break down around demisexuality but what if you’re not really into the whole “eating desserts” thing, in general; like, maybe sweets just ain’t your thing! But your significant other always makes special desserts just for you and they put a lot of effort into them and so of course you eat them and they’re—well, they’re really nice, and so from then on you just really like the desserts they make, but if you go out to a party and they just have random desserts chillaxing you’re always like “eh” “nah” “doesn’t look too appetizing” “[SO] didn’t make ‘em they’re probs not that gr8”

and with pansexuality is like if you like cakes AND pies AND puddings and—just, all desserts, as long as they taste good! Trifles? Yes! Cookies? Yes! Fruit salad? Yes! Ice cream? Yes! But then people are just like “what there are only pies or cakes to choose from WHAT ARE THESE OTHER DESSERTS YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT I DON’T UNDERSTAND U”

#SOME PEOPLE LIKE VANILLA ICE CREAM #SOME PEOPLE LIKE CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM #SOME LIKE BOTH #SOME NEITHER #SOME ARE FANS OF ALL THE ICE CREAM FLAVOURS #SOME ONLY LIKE ICE CREAM ON SPECIAL OCCASIONS #SOME LIKE ICE CREAM WELL ENOUGH BUT DON’T OFTEN GO OUT AND BUY IT #SOME PEOPLE EAT HEAPS OF ICE CREAM OF ALL DIFFERENT BRANDS AND SOME PEOPLE EAT VERY RARELY BUT ALWAYS AT THE SAME STORE #SOMETIMES A PERSON WHO LIKES VANILLA ICE CREAM WILL TRY A PARTICULAR STORE’S CHOCOLATE AND REALLY LIKE IT #SOMETIMES A PERSON WILL FALL SO IN LOVE WITH A CERTAIN STORE’S MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP THEY JUST EAT NOTHING BUT THAT FOR AGES #IT’S OKAY #FUQ OFF

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Hearts for eyes.

51,000 notes.

Do you guys know how happy I am that nhb is my side blog and I don’t have to see this all over my dash?

Sexuality described through the art of food. Two big things in my life. Can’t not reblog.

I’m so glad they included demisexuality in this, because that’s usually forgotten.

  • Track Name

    Contact

  • Album

    Random Access Memories

  • Artist

    Daft Punk

faetrouble:

coketalk:

Contact - Daft Punk

The new Daft Punk album leaked all over the internet today, and holy shit, I think I got some in my hair.

(Seriously, though. How fucking insane is this track?!)

Jesus fuck

on a scale of one to ‘still got it’

Daft Punk has fucking knocked it out of orbit.

bemeans: Each morning, like clockwork, they board the subway, off to begin their daily routine amidst the hustle and bustle of the city.But these aren’t just any daily commuters. These are stray dogs who live in the outskirts of Moscow Russia and commute on the underground trains to and from the city centre in search of food scraps.Then after a hard day scavenging and begging on the streets, they hop back on the train and return to the suburbs where they spend the night.Experts studying the dogs, who usually choose the quietest carriages at the front and back of the train, say they even work together to make sure they get off at the right stop – after learning to judge the length of time they need to spend on the train.Scientists believe this phenomenon began after the Soviet Union collapsed in the 1990s, and Russia’s new capitalists moved industrial complexes from the city centre to the suburbs.Dr Andrei Poiarkov, of the Moscow Ecology and Evolution Institute, said: “These complexes were used by homeless dogs as shelters, so the dogs had to move together with their houses. Because the best scavenging for food is in the city centre, the dogs had to learn how to travel on the subway – to get to the centre in the morning, then back home in the evening, just like people.”Dr Poiarkov told how the dogs like to play during their daily commute. He said: “They jump on the train seconds before the doors shut, risking their tails getting jammed. They do it for fun. And sometimes they fall asleep and get off at the wrong stop.”The dogs have also amazingly learned to use traffic lights to cross the road safely, said Dr Poiarkov. And they use cunning tactics to obtain tasty morsels of shawarma, a kebab-like snack popular in Moscow.With children the dogs “play cute” by putting their heads on youngsters’ knees and staring pleadingly into their eyes to win sympathy – and scraps.Dr Poiarkov added: “Dogs are surprisingly good psychologists.”
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bemeans:

Each morning, like clockwork, they board the subway, off to begin their daily routine amidst the hustle and bustle of the city.

But these aren’t just any daily commuters. These are stray dogs who live in the outskirts of Moscow Russia and commute on the underground trains to and from the city centre in search of food scraps.

Then after a hard day scavenging and begging on the streets, they hop back on the train and return to the suburbs where they spend the night.

Experts studying the dogs, who usually choose the quietest carriages at the front and back of the train, say they even work together to make sure they get off at the right stop – after learning to judge the length of time they need to spend on the train.

Scientists believe this phenomenon began after the Soviet Union collapsed in the 1990s, and Russia’s new capitalists moved industrial complexes from the city centre to the suburbs.

Dr Andrei Poiarkov, of the Moscow Ecology and Evolution Institute, said: “These complexes were used by homeless dogs as shelters, so the dogs had to move together with their houses. Because the best scavenging for food is in the city centre, the dogs had to learn how to travel on the subway – to get to the centre in the morning, then back home in the evening, just like people.”

Dr Poiarkov told how the dogs like to play during their daily commute. He said: “They jump on the train seconds before the doors shut, risking their tails getting jammed. They do it for fun. And sometimes they fall asleep and get off at the wrong stop.”

The dogs have also amazingly learned to use traffic lights to cross the road safely, said Dr Poiarkov. And they use cunning tactics to obtain tasty morsels of shawarma, a kebab-like snack popular in Moscow.

With children the dogs “play cute” by putting their heads on youngsters’ knees and staring pleadingly into their eyes to win sympathy – and scraps.

Dr Poiarkov added: “Dogs are surprisingly good psychologists.”

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