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aeide-thea · 3 months
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this internet is a terrible place, but sometimes you can go straight from hilary hahn's ferocious, electrifying 2016 bruch concerto to this immensely charming bit of harmony-noodling she tweeted today, and then you can show your friends.
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Repair by Berlin-based artisan Natsuyo Watanabe of tsugi.de:
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Unattributed, ceramic with kintsugi
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aeide-thea · 3 months
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iirc the first one heyer wrote was the black moth, so one could always start there? though i personally would second @noburrowingtactics' recommendation of the talisman ring, for 'very full of hijinks' reasons!
on a less fun note, the grand sophy in particular does come with a warning for significant antisemitism, to the point that i don't personally feel comfortable plugging heyer's work without providing a heads-up. some editions have apparently chosen to handle this by bowdlerizing the text, which presumably makes for a more bearable reading experience, at the cost of seriously misleading new readers as to what heyer actually wrote and believed; whatever one's personal preferences in that regard, i think it's good to be aware of the issue up front, rather than getting slapped in the face by it later.
Is there a suggested reading order or starting point for Georgette Heyer's books? I have Faro's Daughter on my TBR based on a long ago suggestion and I'm just now looking at it and realizing how many books Heyer wrote!
I am also interested in her detective novels.
Is it just publication order? They seem to be standalone books from what I can tell.
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aeide-thea · 3 months
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[feeling bad in a number of ways (abandoned, alienated, restless, useless…) that are ultimately the fault of my own passivity, or at least, that could be ameliorated via actions i’m not taking, so i’m not actually entitled to feel bad 👍]
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Doctor Valeris gave a quick, cool press of the hand, and gestured me to a chair. “Tell me what happened,” she said, with no further preamble. I closed my eyes — on the insides of my eyelids danced scenes of glory and conquest, as they had for the past three weeks - and tilted my head back. “I’d hired out as a guard to an archaeologist up in the steppes. We spent a week riding around barrows, with nothing more than a couple of wolves to bother us. Then he reread a text or something, and pointed us further north. Have you been up there, doctor? Probably not. It’s so big. The sky, sure, but everything. No trees for a hundred miles, just you and the horse and a few mounds where no one alive has walked for three hundred years, and the wind. I remember there was one tree, though, where it shouldn’t be. It was the tallest thing there, and it felt like a mountain. An oak, tall and straight despite the wind that had scoured anything taller than a barberry bush off the face of the world. The archaeologist bent and scraped some earth off a rock between its roots. He pulled a crowbar off his horse’s equipment and pried it up. ‘After you,’ he said, and I went down. That’s when the ghost entered me.” The doctor nodded. “Let me read the statement back to you. ‘I had been entombed under the strength of oak for centuries. I had begun to fear that I would never again feel a horse surge into a gallop under me, or the wind in my hair; that I had failed the ritual; that the promises of the gods were naught but lies.’” She paused. A muscle in my jaw clenched and then relaxed, but I stayed quiet. “’At last there came a breath of fresh air: a wind from the outside, and with it, a bright spirit. Ah, I thought, the gods spoke true. I am fortunate indeed. She is my kin, and she will serve me well. She is thrice bound to me.’” The doctor waited for a response. “That’s not what I said,” I told her, firmly. “No,” Valeris responded. “But it’s what I heard."
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[ID: Three-panel comic strip that shows Calvin and Hobbes outside in a snow-covered winter landscape, having the following conversation:
Hobbes: Are you making any resolutions for the new year? Calvin: Yeah, I'm resolving to just wing it and see what happens. Hobbes: So you're staying the course? Calvin: I stick to my strengths.
Hobbes is wearing a scarf; Calvin, a pompom-topped beanie. /end ID]
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aeide-thea · 3 months
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went 2 the local nature preserve after sunset 🌅🌾
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aeide-thea · 3 months
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Iodine can be found almost everywhere in the world. It is abundant in ocean water, and when prehistoric seas receded, the element remained on the land, where it is drawn up by plants, consumed by animals and returned to the soil. This inheritance is kept stable by an ‘iodine cycle’: what is washed out by the rain is replaced by iodine vapour blown far inland. But not in Switzerland. In the last ice age, a permanent ice sheet formed over the Alps. Up to one kilometre thick, its tremendous weight ground against the terrain. It thawed and refroze in stages, and with every thaw, meltwater washed out the rubble. Over the course of 100,000 years, this ice sheet tore the top 250 metres of rock and soil from the surface of the Swiss Central Plateau. At its peak, about 24,000 years ago, it extended across all the northern cantons. It did not reach the Jura or Ticino. In 1964, Dr Franz Merke, a Basel surgeon, showed that the extent of the ice sheet ‘corresponded precisely’ with the prevalence of goitre: Switzerland had been stripped of its iodine.
Cretinism and goitre were among the great medical mysteries of 19th-century Europe. The overlap of the conditions was a source of fascination, as was their geographical specificity. Scientists, medics and armchair experts flocked to the Alps, seeming to discount nothing in their investigations: landscape, elevation, atmospheric electricity, snow melt, sunlight (too much and too little), ‘miasma’, bad beer, stagnant air, incest and ‘moral failure’.
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aeide-thea · 3 months
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the internet is a context-removal machine
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Claude and François-Xavier Lalanne - Two “Sardine” cushions with their sofa.  Silver and painted leather, around 1972.
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aeide-thea · 3 months
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everyone shut up and look at this adorable fascinus plush made by sparkcreatures on etsy
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Silver-breasted Broadbill (Serilophus lunatus), family Eurylaimidae, order Passeriformes, Da Lat, Viet Nam
photograph by William Ko
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aeide-thea · 3 months
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look it’s a whole ecosystem!!
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aeide-thea · 3 months
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reblog to slowblink at your mutuals
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This one was for the amazing wdpk909, thank you so much again ❤️ I can't say enough what a wonderful treat it was to draw Geralt again, it's been a while! But this universe is still so, so important to me ❤️
I used this as an opportunity to draw my fav armor of his (or rather, a mix of a few different versions of the School of the Bear) and draw a few of lore-accurate plants.
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