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Hiroshige (1797-1858), Owl on a Maple Branch in the Full Moon, 1832.

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Jan van Eyck, Portrait of a Man (detail), 1433

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"Unloading sculptures by US artist Duane Hanson ahead of the opening of our ‘Reality Check’ S│2 show this Thursday" (Sotheby’s)

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A Huge Collection of Embroidered silk  Spheres by  92-year-old grandmother in Japan.

These intricate and extraordinarily beautiful embroidered silk balls are a form of Japanese folk art called Temari, which means “hand ball” in Japanese. These particular temari are even more impressive because they were handmade by a 92-year-old grandmother in Japan. NanaAkua’s flickr


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inktober #18 writing a love letter

i tried a brown pen this time but the line is not as fine :(

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39thyear replied to your post “*runs screaming through the hills* SHAKESPEARE IS NOT OLD ENGLISH!…”

Do this again only for Middle English please!

*gently caresses a stranger’s face* Did you know that Shakespeare isn’t Middle English either? Guess what? IT’S MODERN ENGLISH.


cloama replied to your post “*runs screaming through the hills* SHAKESPEARE IS NOT OLD ENGLISH!…”

I teach pre-k and I keep a running list of things for parents not to teach their kids. Rather a list of things I like to bring up to parents. Like holding onto Pluto and how the weather works(hint: it’s not just angels crying Jesus bowling).

Oh man, yesssss…. I feel like I am still doing that sometimes and I am working with college students!


nichellen replied to your post “*runs screaming through the hills* SHAKESPEARE IS NOT OLD ENGLISH!…”

Sherlock Holmes….Old English…. *twitches.* Introduce them to Chaucer as Middle English and then ask them about Shakespeare…. *twitches*

I have thought about the first day of class handing out a piece of paper with a selection from Beowulf, Canterbury Tales, Romeo and Juliet, A Study in Scarlet, and a celebrity’s tweet and telling them to rank them in the order they think they appeared in the English language. Maybe then they would understand the difference. I think a lot of it gets tied up in this idea that “old” English equals a lot of thines and thees and is kind of hard to read because it has a few words that they don’t recognize, rather than Old English being a period of the language that they straight up wouldn’t be able to read at all. 

OH MY GOD YES ALL OF THIS. (And I’m not even a teacher, just a frustrated pedant with a bachelor’s in medieval studies.)

Look, people: Beowulf would have been about as intelligible to Geoffery Chaucer as it is to us now. Which is to say: not at all! (Turns out the addition of Latin and Norman/French makes a big friggin’ difference; who knew?) Whereas Middle English (or at least the London dialect in which Chaucer wrote) is readable by anyone with a well-glossed text, a bit of instruction re: spelling/pronunciation and verb forms and such, and a willingness to occasionally read out loud to get the sense of it.

(My gigantic medieval English lit boner, let me show you it.)

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Actually, most of us would love speak another language but our education system sucks so we literally learn 4 words. It’s not because we are all lazy.


Okay what backwards ass schools did you all go to? I’m in the middle of fucking Texas and anyone who payed any attention in their language class for more than two years ended up nearly fluent, with over a hundred graduates trilingual with English, Spanish, and French, as well as there being out-of-campus japanese, hawaiian, and mandarin classes. The only reason I’m not fluent in Latin right now is because nobody outside of the catholic church is. Now I won’t lie, my school is pretty great, but I have a lot of difficulty believing the majority of schools are worse than it.

The sad fact is that YES a lot of schools including my own, are much worse than that. We’re offered Spanish, German, French, and Latin but not really TAUGHT how to speak any languages We’re taught drills over maybe 30 or so words and if you go into the second year they’re expecting you to know much more than you were taught the previous year, and those classes end up having the highest rate of failure, to the point that if you’re not fluent in the language then there is little chance of actually passing. The teachers hired to teach these languages often have little actual background speaking it. My Spanish teachers were all English speaking white women teaching out of a textbook, and not bothering to break curriculum to actually give us any real help.

I wasn’t even offered an alternative language class until I reached high school where it was required to take two years of either Spanish or French just to graduate. People who are native speakers of the language can be poor teachers too! In my first year of Spanish we literally went through 8 different teachers throughout the year, and at one point we were being taught by the French teacher in between teachers. All 8 of the teachers we went through were native spanish speakers, a couple of them so heavily accented we could barely understand what they were saying, but they couldn’t teach the language they spoke worth a damn. (one of them claimed to have worked as a translator at the UN, to this day no idea if that was true as he only stayed with us for a couple weeks then left) Then they shoved us through to second year without having really learned anything other than maybe how to conjugate verbs in first, you can imagine how well that went. all of us flailing and failing and not having a clue what to do and we never had to verbally learn any of it, yeah, all of this was just written Spanish, we never had to say anything really other than the odd word here or there.

I would have gladly tried to learn a language if I’d been given the opportunity but none of my schools offered it. I would love to have had the opportunities that the Texan up there had, learned Japanese, German, Hawaiian, any of that, but no I went to school for the majority of my life in Alabama and Florida, where no one seems to give a shit if you learn anything beyond English or maybe a little Spanish. And when I asked about learning most of the time no one cared or knew where to send me to learn. ‘why would you want to learn? Most of the other countries worth going to know English too, and if they don’t speak English here they’re stupid foreigners who should go back to their own country’ that’s the mentality of where I grew up.

I went to private Christian schools where an hour of Bible class was deemed more valuable than learning another language in that hour. Also I’m shit at learning from a book, I need someone in person speaking to me which becomes expensive as fuck. And before anyone says ‘try Rosetta Stone’ Have you seen how much that costs?! Just one part of the program is ridiculously expensive not to mention the whole thing!

I went to pretty excellent private schools—I left middle school spectacularly prepared for high school, and I left high school spectacularly prepared for college. My education, for the most part, was great.

But. My compulsory elementary and middle-school Spanish was basically just vocabulary and some rote conversation. (“Hola! Como estas? Muy bien, y tu?”), and in high school (where my for-credit options were limited to French and Spanish), my teachers tended to be native Spanish speakers with no particular facility for teaching. (I mean, I’m obviously fluent in English—doesn’t mean I can teach worth a damn.) Sophomore year, I had three teachers in one year, and as a result of all that disruption, we never got past chapter four of our textbook. There was no way I was prepared to go onto the next level without significant self-study over the summer, so… I didn’t. Had I been inclined to continue in college, I’d have had to start over from scratch. So… I didn’t. (I did take Latin, as required for my medieval studies degree, and my dim memories of Spanish helped there, but Latin’s not a terribly useful language for most of us, let’s be honest. Also, I wasn’t very good at it.)

My point here isn’t that it’s impossible for Americans to become fluent in other languages, wahhhh wah poor us, but for many of us, it’s really difficult to do without a lot of independent study—especially for the percentage of the population who grew up in a pre-Internet age.

(Also, I’d like to note: I went to excellent private schools, but I did not go to rich private schools. Like many public schools in this country, they struggled for resources, which I’m sure limited some of the programs they could offer.)

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One-day plumbing project turned into three days and still isn’t finished. Hole in our drywall. Four trips to Lowe’s. “I’m going to refer you to a gastroenterologist.” Oh, I just backed into the sink cabinet I got on Freecycle. Yay, my period. Car accident. Police report. Towing. Two-hundred twenty-five dollar towing fee. Expired registration and the related discovery that the post office does not forward MVA mail. Impound lot at eight in the morning. More towing. Mechanic for the second time in a month. Did the spring on our garage door just spontaneously break? It certainly did. Late to work. Also working late. Cat barf. We’re out of canned pumpkin.

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these weird dogs are always wet

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