phenakistiscope party ii
i finished my homework early and had some free time to renanimate another phenakistiscope disc. this one is called “politeness” and was published by thomas mclean in 1833. it depicts mozart and marie antoinette fanning each other’s farts.
phenakistiscope party
did you hear about this thing called animated gifs? it turns out that they’re excellent for reanimating the persistence of vision phenakistiscope discs of the 1800s. in this disc created by john dunn in the 1830s (and reanimated by yours truly 179 years later), we get a chance to see the idyllic scene of a mom working on her biceps and a dandy dad demonstrating his jazz hands and rejecting the embrace of his eager baby over and over and over forever.
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original disc image provided by room 26 cabinet of curiosities.
![evelyn waugh was [spoiler alert] kind of a dick
if evelyn waugh reigns as one of the divine beings of your literary pantheon, you might not want to read this anecdote about his relative dickness.
maybe we need to have heroes. maybe we need to have villains. or maybe we need to see that those we exalt or those we condemn can act just like us, that our villains can be heroic and our heroes…well, our heroes can do something unthinkable with a banana right in front of our anguished eyes.
the following reflection is from evelyn’s son’s 1991 memoir.
On one occasion, just after the war, the first consignment of bananas reached Britain. Neither I, my sister Teresa nor my sister Margaret had ever eaten a banana throughout the war, when they were unprocurable, but we had heard all about them as the most delicious taste in the world.
When this first consignment arrived, the socialist government decided that every child in the country should be allowed one banana. An army of civil servants issued a library of special banana coupons, and the great day arrived when my mother came home with three bananas. All three were put on my father’s plate, and before the anguished eyes of his children, he poured on cream, which was almost unprocurable, and sugar, which was heavily rationed, and ate all three.
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source: will this do?, by auberon waugh (1991).](http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln72o0avd71qzrip0o1_400.gif)
evelyn waugh was [spoiler alert] kind of a dick
if evelyn waugh reigns as one of the divine beings of your literary pantheon, you might not want to read this anecdote about his relative dickness.
maybe we need to have heroes. maybe we need to have villains. or maybe we need to see that those we exalt or those we condemn can act just like us, that our villains can be heroic and our heroes…well, our heroes can do something unthinkable with a banana right in front of our anguished eyes.
the following reflection is from evelyn’s son’s 1991 memoir.
On one occasion, just after the war, the first consignment of bananas reached Britain. Neither I, my sister Teresa nor my sister Margaret had ever eaten a banana throughout the war, when they were unprocurable, but we had heard all about them as the most delicious taste in the world.
When this first consignment arrived, the socialist government decided that every child in the country should be allowed one banana. An army of civil servants issued a library of special banana coupons, and the great day arrived when my mother came home with three bananas. All three were put on my father’s plate, and before the anguished eyes of his children, he poured on cream, which was almost unprocurable, and sugar, which was heavily rationed, and ate all three.
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source: will this do?, by auberon waugh (1991).
though i am still a small fry who still gets carded when buying snoop dogg albums with explicit lyrics, i have pretty much conquered all of the bullet items on my bucket list, a sampling:
so basically, i’ve done all the best stuff that there is to do. but the other day my uncle told me about the largest top hat in the world and i have a new goal—i must either OWN that hat or DESTROY it. there is no way that i want to live in a world where that marvelous headpiece is not resting permanently upon my abnormally large cranium.
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this image comes from the new york public library digital gallery. you can find other views of the hat here and here. this is a 1933 new yorker article about the mad hatter who crafted this fine specimen for the new york world’s fair.
moving to antigua
the rumors are true, kiddos: the ragbag is picking up and moving to antigua. you can now reach it at its new address:
now, when discussing with your grandmother about the anthimeria involved in watching milfs getting hardcored 24/7, you can direct her to the simplified—old folks friendly—web address. thank you.
FLANTUM FLATHERUM PIEBALD DILL
by Matt Langer
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matt is of course, my ex-lover’s ex-lover—but this is already public knowledge. in the æthereal city of boston, massachoochoo, everyone is everyone else’s ex-lover’s ex-lover. whether it’s growing out his luxurious beard, programming his own rss reader, writing schopenhauer fanfic, or draining vodka tonics, matt spends his time in wild binges.
this post is an entry in the word idol series. you can learn about this series here.
gif party!
i have taken a few i.q. tests in my time and none have involved pinning a fake tail (a terkin?) onto the sexy undulating derriere of a donkey. so when i saw this FREE i.q. test (it is a banner ad on thesaurus.com) i thought why not, carpe diem!
sadly the results are in and it turns out that yours truly has an intelligence quotient in the 80-99 range which apparently is the metaphorical equivalent of a donkey’s perineum. fiddlesticks!
