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Today marks the 61st anniversary of Sylvia Plath’s death! RIP!
Sylvia Plath
27 October 1932 Jamaica Plain, Boston, Massachusetts, USA -
11 February 1963, Primrose Hill, London, England, United Kingdom
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"I want to live each day for itself like a string of colored beads, and not kill the present by cutting it up in cruel little snippets to fit some desperate architectural draft for a taj mahal in the future."
–The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Excerpt: December II for December 1955
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Photo: Sylvia Plath at Smith College Quadigras dance in May 1954
#sylvia plath#sylviaplath#the unabridged journals of sylvia plath#sylvia plath quotes#quotes#on this day#otd#death day#deathday#sylvia plath calendar#1963#1954#1955#smith college
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this could be due to my calendar & perhaps a huge red flag on my end but sylvia plath... my mother in whoring... i...m afraid i agree...
#lowkey wanna write erwin like this#sorry#maybe my calendar#i HOPE it's just my calendar#otherwise i fear my taste in men would be my downfall :)#rie reads#sylvia plath
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playlist recs (cuz i'm an influencer)
hiii! i was just thinking about how much i love making playlists but i have legitimately two irl friends and they don't give a shit abt my music taste so i wanted to make a cutesie little (kind of??) masterlist of all my fave playlists that ive made and like their general vibes <3
(p.s i'm super picky abt the songs i put in a playlist so they're all generally short)
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for my morute girlies; very blood in snow/dirt stained babydoll dresses/stuffed animals with big sharp teeth
you should've known, you should've guessed
for my borderline yandere bitches; very love quinn from you/obsessed teenage girl/follow him around like a lost puppy
crazy stalker gf
for my zooey deschanel wannabes; very owns a typewriter/semi vegan/is a wes anderson diehard
does eyes, collared dresses, etc.
for my girlbloggers; very sylvia plath quotes on tumblr/heart aches when you think about your mother at your age/"obviously doctor, you've never been a 13 year old girl"
woman moment
for my babes with suspected narcolepsy; very 'protecting your peace'/ten step face care routine/patchouli oil in the humidifier
bed time routine
for my coquette bitches; very listens to unreleased lana on a spotify podcast/wears an excessive amount of lace/giggles instead of laughs
sweet kinda gal
for anyone who cries over spilled milk; very scared of aging/birthday playlist from a few years back/wellbutrin zoloft combo
march sadness/old woman
for the ones with kathleen hanna vocal fry; very resting bitch face/riot grrrl adjacent/too cool for you/wears bright colours ironically
it girl wannabe
for people who can't wait until october; very apple cinnamon bath and body works/tate and violet season/leg warmers over top of doc martens
iced pumpkin foam chai latte
for people who can't wait until december; very glee christmas specials/cute fluffy earmuffs/buying advent calendars when they go on sale right after the 24th
gingerbread houses
for all of newwavesylviaplath nation; very much camryncore/songs i listen to while i blog/my personal faves
teenage girl playlist
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that's all! because i've been a bit of a flop recently i begged a bunch of people to let me tag them thanks yall: @fear-is-truth @cult-of-lambs @thebonesofwhatyoubelieve @dangeroustaintedflawed @yandereunsolved @taintandviolent @nahoyasboyfriend @elaine-in-the-membrane @slutforgarlogan @coentinim @bluerthanvelvet444 @briaroftheroses @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re @feefymo
#girlblogging#coquette#hyper feminine#tumblr girlies#this is a girlblog#2014 tumblr#lana del rey#cinnamon girl#lizzy grant#girl interrupted#music recs#indie music#pop music#morute#kathleen hanna#sleater kinney#glee#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lana unreleased#twee#zooey deschanel#love quinn#you netflix#spotify playlist#wes anderson#lady gaga#mars argo#chappell roan#fleetwood mac#niche
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A fresh fall of snow blanketed the asylum grounds - not a Christmas sprinkle, but a man-high January deluge, the sort that snuffs out schools and offices and churches, and leaves, for a day or more, a pure, blank sheet in place of memo pads, date books and calendars.
Sylvia Plath, from “The Bell Jar”
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You guys really liked that last Cursed Coco Lore poll so...
This time all of these are true. I want you to decide which one's the most horrible.
*not for murdery reasons. I would SPAG-check her handwritten english essays and then going forward thought it would be funny to write fake reminders on her calendar in her own handwriting. It was. For me. Not so much for her.
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Next one up for the bookshelf, and this time it's "Hopeless/Romantic" by thegoldenkneazle (aka @wylanvanfeck, who kindly gave permission for me to bind it)
It's a chunky boi, at 55K+ words, but I wanted to bind it for two reasons:
A. It's my favourite 1990s Jerin fic (it was previously my all-time favourite in the Derry Girls category, but has recently been dethroned by a 2010s Jerin fic), and is probably the DG fic I've read more than any other
B) I wanted to practice a thicker book, so I had more options open to me for other fics to bind down the line
One thing I like to do with the covers is to try and reference the fic in someway - be it a calendar of practice sessions, a bright red and yellow tommy bahama pattern, or a pastiche of a hotel's menu.
In this fic, James gives Erin a copy of Sylvia Plath's collected poems, so I wanted to pay homage to that book in my cover. I was originally going to go for a dark blue with white overlay, but my printer wouldn't co-operate... Instead, I changed tack and took inspriation from this one:
(Close enough)
I went with blue over red, as I'd already committed to that for the endpapers and endbands
I have an idea for what the next one I want to bind is, but whatever I choose, it'll have to wait until after payday at this point!
#bookbinding#fanfic binding#hopeless/romantic#fic rec#wylanvanfeck#derry girls fic#only cut myself with the chisel once!#oneday I'll remember not to go with a white cover#it shows up all the marks
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The Sylvia Plath quote saying “in March I’ll be rested, caught up and human” just crossed my dash and I just had to look at my calendar and laugh because tomorrow we are introducing two new cats to my already five cat household, I have two over 40 hour workweeks, and have several social commitments and shows to go to throughout the month. Rested and caught up are likely not happening, though I hope to be very human through it all.
#i did just request two days off and I have a massage scheduled so some self-care#but I expect this month to be a little chaotic to say the least
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Liberty, self-integral freedom, await around the corner of the calendar. All of life is not lost [..] And perhaps something good has been sprouting in the small numb darkness all this while.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962
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for the ask meme, R and/or Z
ty ty!
R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?
Hm difficult to say! With me, it's often more like I'll read a passage of something or a deconstruction of something and be super influenced or inspired by it. And I'd have to credit everything I've read, good bad and indifferent, for a *very* long time to really say what's influenced me. I suppose maybe it would be easier for me to look at specific fics I've written and ascertain what influenced my writing of those specifically.
shag, emotionally devastate etc., and two short hours etc. were largely influenced by mixed media fics like Don Juan Manlet King, House of Dirk, Detective Pony etc. that kind of showed how to work outside the bounds of ao3 HTML, and some of the old MSPFA works I would have read as a teenager. Also Henry Jenkins I guess then lmao. Also influenced by social media aus but funnily like, the only one I had read at the time was the doofenperry kpop stan au...so that's lore there.
we were something is influenced by A Christmas Carol and Taylor Swift's folklore, and all of the above. It's also influenced by journey to the centre of the mind fics like Way Stations of the Heart, A Litany etc., and A Thousand Years
eschewal was inspired by the script for the season 1 finale of Steven Universe, Sylvia Plath, and psychology texts I was reading at the time.
lunar calendar was inspired by Moon Song (and I Know The End) by Phoebe Bridgers and a number of stylistically similar fics I read in quick succession with a nonlinear narrative
perpetuity was inspired by Endlessly by The Cab, Emily Dickinson, my nervous breakdown, and many stylistically similar fics I'd read until that point
With regards to like, writers specifically who have written or said stuff that I've found inspiring though, I guess all of the above. Then reading Save the Cat helped a BUNCH with my script-writing, as did reading the scripts for Gone Girl, Fraiser (selected episodes), and Death in Paradise. Stephen King's On Writing was very useful too I found. And recently I've been into this essay by Chuck Palahniuk that's helped me re-look at writing crutches I have. I'm not actually using this when I'm writing fic (because sometimes the reader *does* know because they've read the source text and it can get very clunky to come up with reasons, y'know the drill etc.) but it's changed the way I approach personal work a bit.
I've written too much for this question apologies.
Z: Is there a story you’ve written that doesn’t seem to get much love?
I'm going to be honest I am consistently overwhelmed by the amount of people who read my stuff. I put things out into the ether and then am like WUH when someone acknowledges me. It's a great feeling though.
I supposeeeeeee we were something perhaps, but it's a short WIP that people probably don't want to start until it's done. But I sort of lost steam on it and forget to work on it because I'm not sure many people read it. I will finish it! But it's probably my least popular of the dj fics (aside from my ancient ones from when I was a teenager)
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I used to love being home so much that I carried it along with me wherever I went
I never thought that the concept of home could fall apart with every piece of my soul I gave away to survive loneliness.
And i used to pride myself in being a human; until I realized: when left alone i fail to treat myself as one.
This could be simply a projection of the child who grew up thinking she is not enough because she have one letter preceding he.
But I’ll never know.
In an airplane.
On my way home, Is it all but vertigo ? a blinking light flashing too bright for me to see anything beyond it ?
A soft melody that is playing too loud but only in the background of my dreams ?
Will it feel like home when I’m not there? Does it feel like home ? when my mother refuses to change the calendar page when i leave ? Keeping it at the date I left in ?
Am I home? am i a delusion ?
"If you're happy in a dream…does that count ? The happiness, does it count?"
Like an ugly bruise
Violet fading to blue, it’s always blue and always will be, I can’t seem to explain it or my existence to anyone, not even myself.
I’m homesick in my own skin.
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•Quotes: Sue Zhao/Atticus/Virginia Woolf/Sylvia Plath/James Baldwin/Arundhati Roy/Charles Bukowski
•original context: Sinligh
•art reference:
1.art by Alphonse Osbert. 2. Benoit Moraillon Une enfance dans la lune. 3. Odd Nerdrum - Three Men at Dawn. 4.art by by brian froud.
#sinligh poem#dark academia#quotes#beautiful#art#classic literature#reading#parallels#web weaving#blotched words#word weaving#light academia#paintings#art details#virginia woolf#sylvia plath#james baldwin#arundhati roy#charles bukowski#atticus#Sue Zhao#english literature#homesick#femenism#fuck the patriarchy#sad#loneliness#compilation#writing#poetry
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Blog Post#1. Fleeting Flames: A Summer's Srenade Story
Summer is a vibrant tapestry where the sun weaves golden threads through the fabric of our days, illuminating a canvas of warmth and possibility. This is where we mingle with possibilities and the sun adds to the heat of new connections made. An accidental meeting, a sneaky glance, or a shared moment of vulnerability creates the conditions for a love that blossoms quickly and grows more intense with each exhalation. In the turmoil of reality, hearts instantly identify with one another.
The months of hot summer breeze when we return to our childhood home, looking forward to unwinding and letting the things in our minds go. In a coastal town bathed in golden sunlight, their paths crossed unexpectedly. Under the basking of sunlight, she, in her Sunday dress with her golden hair cascading down her back. The radiant smile she displays, as her tan skin glows, draws him in like a moth to a flame. Their paths crossed briefly, in that moment, love will blossom in the season of warmth.
Similar to how the sun is intense, so is their love. Time has no power over them during their private moments together, and their hearts sail on the winds of passion. Their laughter was whisked away by the ocean breeze as they followed the setting sun down sandy beaches.
Every embrace is a sea of emotions, and every kiss carries the weight of eternity. Their love is intense, compressed into a moving moment that condenses a lifetime's worth of feelings into the fleetingness of a flame. Knowing that its time is finite, this love burns passionately.
As all seasons go into cycles, summertime is fickle, and the next season is coming close. Echoes of longing resound through their spirits as their love starts to fade. Hearts ache with the thought of goodbye, the calendar whispers reminders of the upcoming departure. Ingrain the idea to enjoy the moment, and let the ocean waves carry them as time draws close, knowing their paths will never cross again.
The physical manifestation of their love may dwindle, but their hearts will always hold the memory of it. Short-lived love temporarily entwines two hearts, leaving an everlasting imprint on their path. They say goodbye as the summer winds to a close. And perhaps their paths will meet once more when the following summer's air, reignites the flame that once shone so brightly.
Inspired by Sylvia Plath Poem "Two Lovers and a Beachcomber by the Real Sea"
-Triscia Cepeda STEM 1 (11-Curiosity)
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Wolf 359 Season 1 Episode 8 - “Box 953”
[intro music]
Welcome to Wolf 359.
Eiffel: [sighs in irritation] Hey everyone. This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel. It’s day five hundred and twenty-five of the Hephaestus mission. If this recording sounds slightly... different from my usual logs, it’s because today, I’m not broadcasting from the comms room. I’ve relocated to the station’s storeroom for today’s session. Just... y’know, it’s always good to... get a change of scenery, and if you get to avoid Commander Minkowski and her undying self-righteous fury, all the better. We’re having another one of those days at the station, dear listeners. A bad day. And I mean, you know me. I’m the very picture of courage in the face of danger, and all that, but trust me – in this case, discretion is the better part of valor.
[announcement chime]
Minkowski: Crew of the Hephaestus. This is Commander Minkowski. As I know that you are all keenly aware, it is time for our quarterly talent show. I know that you’re aware of this, because it has been clearly marked as compulsory in the station calendar for the past two weeks, and because I have been posting regular reminders throughout the station. And because I told the both of you today at breakfast. And at lunch. So, imagine my surprise when I got down to the cargo bay, and neither of you were there. I can only assume that it’s because you’re putting finishing touches on your acts for today. Which is nothing if not commendable. But don’t push it. I’m making this announcement from the comms room, where I can’t help but notice that you’re not, Eiffel. I’m just going to assume that it’s because we narrowly missed each other, when I was coming up here, and you were going down. And by the time I make it back to the cargo bay, you’ll be there. Ready to enthusiastically dazzle us with some talent. One that does not involve smoke rings.
Eiffel: [under his breath] Fascist.
Minkowski: Same goes for you, Dr. Hilbert. This is a mandatory event. So don’t make me come and get you. We’re going to boost morale, we’re going to bond as a crew, and we’re going to have a great time doing it, even if I have to drag both of you kicking and screaming into it. Minkowski out.
[announcement chime]
Eiffel: Drop the mic, why don’t ya. Y’know, it’s bad enough when she makes us do something just because it’s military protocol, but I think she actually really cares about these talent shows. But friends, they’re a few dramatic poetry readings beyond my breaking point. I can deal with the bad food, the low shower pressure, and lack of Simpsons reruns around here. But I have my limits. It’s either not smoking, or Sylvia Plath’s Lady Lazarus. Not both of them together. So, until this whole thing blows over, I’m gonna be luxuriating in the remotest, darkest, hiding-spottiest corner I could find in the entire station. You know what the scariest part of all of this is though? For once, Hilbert and I actually agree on something. If anything, I think he might hate Minkowski’s little talent shows even more than I do. In fact, let’s see how the enemy of my enemy is doing.
[open intercom buzz]
Eiffel: Hey Dr. Hilbert, how are you doing? Looks like the witching time of night is upon us, eh?
Hilbert: One moment, Eiffel. Delicate process, time is of the essence.
Eiffel: Yeah, no kidding. Sounds like Hurricane Minkowski’s on the move. You holed up somewhere yet?
Hilbert: Nyet. I have reconsidered that strategy since our confronts this afternoon. Have decided to tackle problem... more directly.
Eiffel: Oh?
Hilbert: Upon further reflection, I remember that I do in fact possess many talents, among them biochemistry.
Eiffel: Already I don’t like where this is going.
Hilbert: Well, I’m now putting the finishing touches on a rather powerful concoction. I will submit this to Commander Minkowski as my entry for the talent show, claiming that is a... combination nerve tonic, energy drink, and breath freshener. That, however, will be a clever lie!
Eiffel: What’s it actually do? Turn her into a frog?
Hilbert: Nothing so elaborate. Just powerful sedative and narcotic. It will knock her out for the next twelve hours. Plenty of time for the talent show window to elapse, and allow us to focus on our real work.
Eiffel: Y’know, Doctor, you can’t solve all your problems by knocking someone out.
Hilbert: People keep saying that, and yet, my problems keep going away.
[a droplet falls into liquid and fizzing begins]
Hilbert: There, completed. Stand by Eiffel. I will report once the situation has been neutralised.
Eiffel: Godspeed, Doc.
[close intercom buzz]
Eiffel: Well, until we get a confirmation that the coast is clear, let’s just lay low, shall we? Y’know, I’ve never really paid attention to this storeroom before. It’s always just kind of been... here? We’ve never really needed anything from here, and... yeah, I don’t even know if I’ve even been in this room before. There must be hundreds of crates in here. They’ve all got a number printed on the side, and the Goddard Futuristics logo. They’re the corporate sponsor for this mission, so uh I guess they’re using this as... free storage space? What the hell are they even keeping up here?
[crate opens]
Eiffel: What the – Looks like this entire box is just... full of... dolls. Just those... weird, Russian dolls that you can open, and... there’s like a bunch of smaller dolls inside of them? Only, um. None of... them... have eyes. It’s just... a bunch of weird, eyeless Russian dolls. I’m just gonna leave this one alone.
[crate closes]
Eiffel: Well, that was really weird. Let’s see... hm... how about... box 239?
[crate opens]
Eiffel: Hm. Well, this one’s just full of pieces of paper. [rustling paper] Just a... big pile of... What? [chuckles] “Dear Santa, for Christmas this year I want a Harley-Davidson remote contr-” Holy crap. This is where these letters end up? Conspiracy revealed! Now I kind of need to see if this huge one has Santa in it or something. Box 56. Okay, let’s see.
[crate opens]
Eiffel: Holy crap. You guys! There’s a cannon in here! Why is there a cannon in here? W-What practical purpose, could a cannon possibly serve in outer space? I don’t – I [clicks] – Oh, wait a minute. I think I just saw – Yeah yeah yeah, okay.
[rustling paper]
Eiffel: There’s a manifest by the door that says what’s in each of these crates. Jeez. How long is this thing? Let’s see, let’s see... Box 217 has one thousand, three hundred and forty-six red L-shaped Lego blocks? Which first of all, why would anyone want that many L-shaped blocks? L blocks are useless.
[turning pages]
Eiffel: Box 300 has the individual pieces, for three full suits of armour, near mint condition? Never know when you might need one of those.
[turning pages]
Eiffel: Box 552 apparently has the... partial skull of unnamed megafauna specimen 58. Whatever that is. Oh, and there’s a note. “Please handle with care, and with a... vague feeling of existential dread”? Well, at least they’re specific.
[turning pages]
Eiffel: This is some Raiders of the Lost Ark level stuff here. [turning pages] I mean. I wonder if the Ark of the Covenant is tucked up under a yeti skull, or a scale model of Atlantis, or something.
[turning pages]
Eiffel: Um. What? [clears throat] I’m sorry listeners, I just – There’s a box that’s – It says here that box 953 is... “Reserved for Douglas Eiffel. Do not open under any circumstances”. Um... What?
[open intercom buzz]
[Minkowski singing “I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General” in the background]
Hilbert: [whispered] Eiffel.
Eiffel: Can you hang on a moment, Doc?
Hilbert: [whispered] No, I cannot! Eiffel, situational norms here are catastrophically far from the stability of hanging!
Eiffel: Really? That’s nice.
Hilbert: [whispered] No, it’s not! I- I’m not sure what’s wrong, but my compound did not render the Commander unconscious! Instead, it just triggered some sort of... impaired euphoric effect on the subject.
Eiffel: Oh cool.
Hilbert: [whispered] No! It is not cool! It is diametrically opposed to cool! Eiffel. You do not understand – there is singing.
[Minkowski finishes singing and hiccups]
Hilbert: [whispered] This is an emergency! We require immediate assistance!
Eiffel: Sure sure, whatever you say.
Hilbert: [whispered] Eiffel!
Minkowski: [slurring] Hilbert? Who’re you talking to?
Hilbert: Oh um...
Minkowski: [slurring] You should... no talking. You should be focusing on making pirate costumes for the show! [gun racking] Shouldn’t you?
Hilbert: Y-Yes, Commander!
Minkowski: [slurring] Swashes and buckles, Hilbert! Swashes... and buckles. [hiccups] Alright. One more time from the top, Hera!
Hilbert: [whispered] Eiffel! Please hurry!
[close intercom buzz]
Eiffel: Why... Why is there a box that says “Reserved for Douglas Eiffel” up here? Like, does that mean that... whatever’s in the box is stuff for me? Or... is it that... I’m the one that – Where the hell is this box anyway? Alright. One second, dear listeners, l-let me see if I can find this thing. I’ll be right back.
[intermission music]
Eiffel: Hey again. So. I’ve spent the past two hours tearing this place apart, but I still haven’t been able to find box 953. I’ve found all sorts of other weird crap up here. Including the shrunken heads of Paul Harding, MD, and Associates. So, y’know, ew. [shuddering inhale] I’m still not sure where – Hang on. I think I – I think I see it. That’s definitely a nine, and a five, in that big box back there. One moment. Lemme check that out.
[open intercom buzz]
Hilbert: [whispered] Eiffel! Whatever action you’re taking to save me, you must hurry! Things have taken a turn for the worst. Commander Minkowski has demanded I make her ice-cream for the conclusion of the talent show. I tried to explain that I don’t have the necessary ingredients, but she just fired a shot past my head! I’m not sure if it was a warning shot, or if she just missed! I’m doing my best to create an approximation of ice cream, but, I fear what will happen when it fails the taste test! You need to do something before it’s –
Hilbert: Oh! Commander! I did not see you there!
Minkowski: [slurring] Did I – I didn’t tell you to talk to anyone, Doctor. I thought I told you to make ice-cream.
Hilbert: Oh yes, Commander.
Minkowski: [slurring] Good, good. Ice-cream is good. You know why, Hilbert?
Hilbert: W-W-Why? Commander?
Minkowski: [slurring] Because... I scream for ice-cream. I scream for ice-cream. You scream for ice-cream, right Doctor?
Hilbert: Of course! Of course I do.
Minkowski: Of course you do. I scream, you scream. I scream, you scream. We all scream for ice cream!
Hilbert: [muffled screaming]
[close intercom buzz]
Eiffel: Hm. Nope. Turns out that was box 957. Nothing in there, except for some old Farmer’s Almanacs, and some diaries belonging to someone called Victoire Fourier. Think it’s time to call in the cavalry. Hey Hera, can you hear me?
Hera: Yes, I can, Officer Eiffel. But can this wait for a moment, I’m trying to learn my lines.
Eiffel: Lines? Oh god, tell me you’re not getting sucked into Minkowski’s crazy talent show thing.
Hera: Pirates of Penzance is a classic of 19th-century comic opera. And sure, Isabel isn’t the biggest role in the play, but it’s a start!
Eiffel: There’s many things going wrong with what you just said, but I so don’t have the time right now. Listen, multi-task for a moment.
Hera: Eiffel, I’m always multi-tasking.
Eiffel: And help me out here. Do you have the storeroom manifest knocking around in your head somewhere?
Hera: Of course, basic item description and organisational imprint for all... one thousand and thirty-seven crates.
Eiffel: Okay. What can you tell me about number 953?
Hera: One second. [pauses] Um... Not much, it says it’s reserved for you, but... beyond that the records are blank.
Eiffel: Nothing else?
Hera: Not in my internal banks. Let me access the central memory banks on the Hephaestus compu-
Hera: [mechanically] Error. Inappropriate security clearance. File access denied. File access denied.
Hera: Ugh, god damn it.
Eiffel: You okay?
Hera: Yes. No. I hate when that happens! Do you have any idea how annoying it is to get kicked off a thought when you’re halfway through having it? Now I’m going to have a headache for the rest of the night.
Eiffel: So, you can’t tell me anything else?
Hera: No. There’s information in the system, but I don’t have the –
Hera: [mechanically] Error. Inappropriate security clearance. File access denied. File access denied.
Hera: Ugh!
Eiffel: Woah woah woah, don’t make yourself short circuit. Stop trying to access that file.
Hera: Easy for you to say! You try not thinking about something sometimes, see how easy it is. [sighs] I think I would need Commander Minkowski’s security codes to get that information.
Eiffel: Ugh, yeah, well that’s not happening any time in the near future. Could you at least tell me where this box is?
Hera: Oh. That I can do. It’s on the far side of the store room, right behind box 102.
Eiffel: Hera... What are you talking about? There’s nothing there, just – H-Holy crap. That’s box 953? I thought that was part of the wall!
Hera: Nope. That’s the one you’re looking for. [pauses] Uh, listen Eiffel? I’m gonna go. Commander Minkowski’s running me through the cues for the Act 1 finale, and I should really give her my full attention. Well. Full-ish attention.
Eiffel: So that’s box 953? [pauses] Um. It’s different from the other boxes. First of all, it’s... it’s large. I believe the technical military term is ginormous. You could probably fit an elephant in there. And it’s made out of some kind of black metal. And all the other boxes are restrained, but this one looks like it was bolted in place. How the hell do you even open this thing? Oh, I see, there’s a groove right there and, a hinge next to... this label that says “Keep closed at all times”. So. I-I guess this section just... swings outwards. Ah! And it’s cold! Box 953 is really, really cold, dear listeners. [exhales] Um. A-And there’s a sound coming from inside the box, it – it’s like this... humming. That kind of comes and goes.
[faint humming fades in]
Eiffel: It... kind of sounds like... [nervous chuckle] I almost said it sounded like a heartbeat, but, well, that would be crazy. That would be completely impossible and insane, right, dear listeners? Right?
[long pause]
Eiffel: I guess I could go. You know. L-Leave this alone. Walk away, get some coffee. Maybe see if I can get choir part in Minkowski’s musical extravaganza without getting shot in the face. [pauses] Nah, who am I kidding? I’m gonna go now, dear listeners. I’m gonna go... into box 953. I’m not sure what’s going to happen when I do. I don’t know what exactly is... reserved for me in there. But it seems like something I should know. I need to know. Okay. I’m leaving now, dear listeners. I’ll see ya on the other side.
[box opening in the distance]
[fizzling, then huge rolling explosion and shattering noise]
[sharp static burst]
[static burst]
Eiffel: Listeners, I’m back. I’m back not from the inside of box 953, as I’d hoped, but rather from a long series of complications. It’s been a... long, painful, frankly annoying three hours since I last talked to you. And a lot’s happened. I tried to open box 953. But I found that the lid had not only been set in place, but actually bolted and riveted to the box. In lieu of superhuman strength, I decided to get a crowbar from engineering. I’m guessing I must have only been out of the room for... like a minute or so, before Commander Minkowski came in. Apparently, she was looking for me because she needed a second pair of eyes to tell her if the prop sabre for her Major-General costume was a bit much. [inhales] I... [exhales in frustration] may have... forgotten to put the lid back on box 56. That would be the one with the um, cannon? Well, in her... let’s call it excited state, Commander Minkowski decided that a cannon would be just the thing to liven up the end of the second act of the play. So she decided to test it by drunkenly lighting the fuse, and blowing a hole in the station’s hull. Like you do. Between the air catching fire, and the depressurisation of the storeroom, and – Y’know what, let’s just say that by the time we got her back into the main structure and sealed off that room, practically all of the crates had left the building. And few minutes later, they’d fallen into a decaying orbit around the star! And a few minutes after that, they were incinerated into a pile of ash. Box 953 is gone, dear listeners. It’s gone, and I never found out what was inside of it. Once again, our quarterly talent shows have taken something away from me. Something that I can never, ever get back.
Eiffel: [breathes deeply] I guess I should be... grateful. Commander Minkowski only suffered minimal burns and frostbite injuries, and... once whatever crap Hilbert gave her wears off, should make a full recovery. I guess... I even have new stuff to tease her about, now that she’s unleashed her inner Bob Fosse. And I suppose there’s something to be said about the fact that we didn’t lose the entire station from that hull breach. That we didn’t all die in a blazing inferno. Or suffocate in the blackness of the void. Or freeze to death.
Eiffel: [angrily] But I really wanted to know what was inside box 953, dear listeners! I really wanted to know! [pauses] Ugh, thank god this day is over. From the communications room of the USS Hephaestus, this is Doug Eiffel signing off. Goodnight.
[outro music]
This has been Wolf 359, written and directed by Gabriel Urbina. The roles of Eiffel and Hilbert were played by Zach Valenti. The role of Minkowski was played by Emma Sherr-Ziarko. And the role of Hera was played by Michaela Swee. Original music by Alan Rodi, and audio recording by Jared Paul. Tonight’s episode featured “I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General” from Pirates of Penzance by Gilbert and Sullivan. If you enjoyed tonight’s episode, please consider taking a moment to leave a review on our iTunes page. It’ll only take a moment, and unlike Minkowski’s talent show, will really help to boost morale amongst the crew. Visit us at wolf359.fm, or follow us on Twitter at @Wolf359Radio for more information on our show.
Transcript by @saltssaumure.
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honestly with everything going on in the world —all of the devastation and absolute horrors— I feel like my minds been on auto pilot but it’s been slowly breaking down to very minimal thought patterns when I can control it. Consuming constant loss and knowing and feeling and understanding it all 24/7 will definitely go down on history as a completely detrimental mental health crisis down the line for everyone still here… tonight I went to a comedy show, I bought my ticket months ago and saw the notification in my calendar for it this morning, and I thought maybe I shouldn’t go. But then I went, and I laughed, and I had a good time. I laughed but I also realized I was laughing and acknowledged it and then I felt a tinge of dull aching in a way? I had a great time! But I ached. Lowkey Sylvia Plath head in the oven coded
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Holidays 10.27
Holidays
Big Bang Day (London, UK)
Boxer Shorts Day
Černová Tragedy Day (Slovakia)
Cliche Day
Crack-Nut Night (a.k.a. Nut-Crack Night)
Cranky Co-Workers Day
Etiquette Day
Good Bear Day
Mishinden (Mouse Feastday; Bulgaria)
National Black Cat Day (UK)
National Henry C. Ramos Day
National Mentoring Day
National Tell a Story Day (Scotland)
Navy Day (unofficial) [also 10.13]
New York Subway Day
Occupational Therapy Day
Radio Broadcast License Day
Read for The Record
Sylvia Plath Day
World Day for Audiovisual Heritage (UN)
World Occupational Therapy Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
American Beer Day
National Potato Day [also 8.19]
Sandwich Day
4th Thursday in October
Black Thursday [Thursday of Last Full Week]
Carignan Day [Last Thursday]
Independence Days
Saint Vincent & Grenadines (from UK, 1979)
Feast Days
Abbán (Christian; Saint)
Abraham the Poor (Christian; Saint)
Buffon (Positivist; Saint)
Clam Sauce Day (Pastafarian)
Diwali, Day 4 (Hindu, Jain, Sikh), a.k.a. ...
Day of Cowdung (Krishna)
Day of Oxen
Day of Self (Newar)
Gobardhan Puja (Krishna)
Goru Puja
Goru Tihar
Mha Puja (Newar)
Festival of the Conspiracies (Church of the SubGenius)
Frumentius (Roman Catholic Church)
Gaudiosus of Naples (Christian; Saint)
Kaleb of Axum (Christian; Saint)
Mice Wedding Day (Pagan)
Namatius (a.k.a. Namace; Christian; Saint)
Oran of Iona (Christian; Saint)
Quackers (Muppetism)
Silly Walks Day (Pastafarian)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]
Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [50 of 57]
Premieres
Back to Black, by Amy Winehouse (Album; 2006)
Come See About Me, recorded by The Supremes (Song; 1964)
Crocodile Rock, by Elton John (Song; 1972)
Don't Give Up, by Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush (Song; 1986)
Foyle’s War (UK TV Series; 2002)
The Gathering Storm, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 2009) [Wheel of Time #12]
Jesus Christ Superstar (Soundtrack Album; 1970)
The Last Ship, by Sting (Musical Play; 2014)
Leaving Las Vegas (Film; 1995)
1989, by Taylor Swift (Album; 2014)
1999, by Prince (Album; 1982)
Rebel Without a Cause (Film; 1955)
Romeo + Juliet (Film; 1996)
Skylarking by XTC (Album; 1986)
Stand By Me, recorded by Ben E. King (Song; 1960)
Waiting for the Barbarians, J.M. Coetzee (Novel; 1980)
Today’s Name Days
Wolfhard (Austria)
Nestor (Bulgaria)
Bartol, Florijan, Gordan, Namat (Croatia)
Šarlota, Zoe (Czech Republic)
Sem (Denmark)
Eila, Eili, Häili, Hälli, Heili (Estonia)
Hellä, Helle, Helli, Hellin (Finland)
Emeline (France)
Christa, Sabina, Stefan, Wolfhard (Germany)
Louppos, Nestor (Greece)
Szabina (Hungary)
Delia, Fiorenzo (Italy)
Irita, Lilita, Lita (Latvia)
Ramojus, Sabina, Tautmilė, Vincas, Vincentas (Lithuania)
Sture, Sturla (Norway)
Frumencjusz, Iwona, Sabina, Siestrzemił, Wincenty (Poland)
Sabína (Slovakia)
Bartolomé, Florencio, Sabina, Vicente (Spain)
Sabina (Sweden)
Nestor (Ukraine)
Cale, Caleb, Feodor, Isaac, Isaak, Issac, Izaac, Kaleb, Ted, Teddy, Teodor, Theodora Theodore (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 300 of 2022; 65 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 4 of week 43 of 2022
Celtic Tree Calendar: Gort (Ivy) [Day 27 of 28]
Chinese: Month 10 (Lùyuè), Day 3 (Gui-Chou)
Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)
Hebrew: 2 Cheshvan 5783
Islamic: 1 Rabi II 1444
J Cal: 30 Shù; Eightday [30 of 30]
Julian: 14 October 2022
Moon: 7%: Waxing Crescent
Positivist: 20 Descartes (11th Month) [Buffon]
Runic Half Month: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 2 of 15]
Season: Autumn (Day 35 of 90)
Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 5 of 31)
Calendar Changes
Rabīʿ ath-Thānī (a.k.a. Rabīʿ al-ʾĀkhir or Rabi II; Islamic Calendar) [Month 4 of 12]
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Holidays 10.27
Holidays
Big Bang Day (London, UK)
Boxer Shorts Day
Černová Tragedy Day (Slovakia)
Cliche Day
Crack-Nut Night (a.k.a. Nut-Crack Night)
Cranky Co-Workers Day
Etiquette Day
Good Bear Day
Mishinden (Mouse Feastday; Bulgaria)
National Black Cat Day (UK)
National Henry C. Ramos Day
National Mentoring Day
National Tell a Story Day (Scotland)
Navy Day (unofficial) [also 10.13]
New York Subway Day
Occupational Therapy Day
Radio Broadcast License Day
Read for The Record
Sylvia Plath Day
World Day for Audiovisual Heritage (UN)
World Occupational Therapy Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
American Beer Day
National Potato Day [also 8.19]
Sandwich Day
4th Thursday in October
Black Thursday [Thursday of Last Full Week]
Carignan Day [Last Thursday]
Independence Days
Saint Vincent & Grenadines (from UK, 1979)
Feast Days
Abbán (Christian; Saint)
Abraham the Poor (Christian; Saint)
Buffon (Positivist; Saint)
Clam Sauce Day (Pastafarian)
Diwali, Day 4 (Hindu, Jain, Sikh), a.k.a. ...
Day of Cowdung (Krishna)
Day of Oxen
Day of Self (Newar)
Gobardhan Puja (Krishna)
Goru Puja
Goru Tihar
Mha Puja (Newar)
Festival of the Conspiracies (Church of the SubGenius)
Frumentius (Roman Catholic Church)
Gaudiosus of Naples (Christian; Saint)
Kaleb of Axum (Christian; Saint)
Mice Wedding Day (Pagan)
Namatius (a.k.a. Namace; Christian; Saint)
Oran of Iona (Christian; Saint)
Quackers (Muppetism)
Silly Walks Day (Pastafarian)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]
Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [50 of 57]
Premieres
Back to Black, by Amy Winehouse (Album; 2006)
Come See About Me, recorded by The Supremes (Song; 1964)
Crocodile Rock, by Elton John (Song; 1972)
Don't Give Up, by Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush (Song; 1986)
Foyle’s War (UK TV Series; 2002)
The Gathering Storm, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 2009) [Wheel of Time #12]
Jesus Christ Superstar (Soundtrack Album; 1970)
The Last Ship, by Sting (Musical Play; 2014)
Leaving Las Vegas (Film; 1995)
1989, by Taylor Swift (Album; 2014)
1999, by Prince (Album; 1982)
Rebel Without a Cause (Film; 1955)
Romeo + Juliet (Film; 1996)
Skylarking by XTC (Album; 1986)
Stand By Me, recorded by Ben E. King (Song; 1960)
Waiting for the Barbarians, J.M. Coetzee (Novel; 1980)
Today’s Name Days
Wolfhard (Austria)
Nestor (Bulgaria)
Bartol, Florijan, Gordan, Namat (Croatia)
Šarlota, Zoe (Czech Republic)
Sem (Denmark)
Eila, Eili, Häili, Hälli, Heili (Estonia)
Hellä, Helle, Helli, Hellin (Finland)
Emeline (France)
Christa, Sabina, Stefan, Wolfhard (Germany)
Louppos, Nestor (Greece)
Szabina (Hungary)
Delia, Fiorenzo (Italy)
Irita, Lilita, Lita (Latvia)
Ramojus, Sabina, Tautmilė, Vincas, Vincentas (Lithuania)
Sture, Sturla (Norway)
Frumencjusz, Iwona, Sabina, Siestrzemił, Wincenty (Poland)
Sabína (Slovakia)
Bartolomé, Florencio, Sabina, Vicente (Spain)
Sabina (Sweden)
Nestor (Ukraine)
Cale, Caleb, Feodor, Isaac, Isaak, Issac, Izaac, Kaleb, Ted, Teddy, Teodor, Theodora Theodore (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 300 of 2022; 65 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 4 of week 43 of 2022
Celtic Tree Calendar: Gort (Ivy) [Day 27 of 28]
Chinese: Month 10 (Lùyuè), Day 3 (Gui-Chou)
Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)
Hebrew: 2 Cheshvan 5783
Islamic: 1 Rabi II 1444
J Cal: 30 Shù; Eightday [30 of 30]
Julian: 14 October 2022
Moon: 7%: Waxing Crescent
Positivist: 20 Descartes (11th Month) [Buffon]
Runic Half Month: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 2 of 15]
Season: Autumn (Day 35 of 90)
Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 5 of 31)
Calendar Changes
Rabīʿ ath-Thānī (a.k.a. Rabīʿ al-ʾĀkhir or Rabi II; Islamic Calendar) [Month 4 of 12]
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Soccer Mommy Late Night Preview: 8/23, ABC
Photo by Daniel Topete
BY JORDAN MAINZER
2022 has been quite the year for Soccer Mommy, the project of Nashville-based singer-songwriter Sophie Allison, as she’s released her third and best studio album Sometimes, Forever (Loma Vista). Notably, Allison enlisted Daniel Lopatin, aka Oneohtrix Point Never, to produce the record. On paper, I wasn’t sure that OPN’s warped soundscapes would mesh with the stark intimacy of Allison’s songwriting, but his stamp perfectly complements Allison’s dark, but skyward storytelling.
To start, “Bones” is a perfect opening track, exemplary of Allison’s ability to write poetically about relationships, but sporting a newfound shoegaze-influenced aesthetic with swirling and screeching guitars. “You make me feel like I am whole again / But I think your heart could use a tourniquet,” Allison sings, “‘Cause I’ve bled you out and patched you up again / Far too much to call it love.” The songs sets up the rest of Sometimes, Forever, where Allison dives deep into the Catch 22 situations of giving yourself completely to something or someone, in a music career or in a relationship. “With U” illustrates the inherent pain of devotion, being there for someone during the roughest of times; despite the song’s sparkly, cascading synth lines, Allison’s all-in on the masochism of love: “I’ll take the pain / Feel it everyday / Just to have you look at me.” Lead single and song of the year candidate “Shotgun” describes infatuation as similarly altering, featuring warped surf rock harmonies, a “Love Is The Drug” mentality, and the band’s most anthemic chorus to date (not to mention a Simlish version, a remix from Magdalena Bay, and a slowed-down, reverb-heavy version). And while “Unholy Affliction” sounds the most like an OPN song, with its pulsating electronics, Rollum Haas’ jazzy drums, and Allison’s distorted vocals, it’s the most self-aware Soccer Mommy song to date, Allison reflecting on her musical success but wary of participating in a harmful industry.
Though OPN’s contributions to Soccer Mommy are stunning, whether the slow-lurking trip hop and churning guitars of “Darkness Forever” or the ambient soundscapes of “newdemo”, the album is Allison’s best because it contains some of her best moments. She gracefully toes a line on “Darkness Forever”, referencing Sylvia Plath’s suicide, showing her understanding of Plath’s mindset without fully occupying it. (It reminds me of the late, great Norm MacDonald line: “When people commit suicide, no one ever understands. You know what I mean? People commit suicide and people go, 'I don't understand why,' and I go, 'You don't? What, do you live in a cotton-candy house or something?’”) “Don’t Ask Me” follows the deconstruction of “Darkness Forever” with heavenly blasts of shimmery dream pop and a J Mascis-esque guitar solo in the outro. “Following Eyes” is a wonderfully simple ghost story, buoyed by the churn of the percussion and the wiry twang of the guitar lines. Similar guitars pervade “Feel It All The Time”, a heartfelt song about Allison’s truck. And then there’s closer “Still”, where Allison earnestly doubles down on her own emotional turmoil. “I don’t know how to feel things small / It’s a tidal wave or nothing at all,” she sings, eruditely summarizing the Soccer Mommy pathos with a deft punch in the gut.
Between a Roblox listening party and a solo show at the GRAMMY Museum® Los Angeles last night, and upcoming UK/EU and US tours that will last throughout the calendar year, Soccer Mommy will stop by Jimmy Kimmel Live! tonight. Catch it on ABC at 10:35 PM CST.
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