Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein has attracted a wide variety of interpretations, ranging from the Feminist, to the Marxist, to the Psychoanalytic. Some of these interpretations have relied on the scantiest of evidence while others are simply mistaken in their analysis of the period. Ecocriticism reminds us of the importance of nature in our understanding of literary and cultural texts, and this is never more appropriate than in an analysis of Frankenstein.
This morning’s scholarly journal perusing threw up a gem.
Man, I have never seen someone stand in a glass house and throw rocks THAT HARD.(via waywren)
Okay, here’s the thing. Every new angle of attack in Academia begins by asserting it is the greatest thing EVER INVENTED and all other angles of attack on that problem are OLD DOG SHIT. Feminist, Marxist, and Psychoanalytic theorists all did this at the start of their field and now they’re established and being attacked by a new vanguard of people sure their approach is the BEST THING EVER. In thirty years, someone’s paper will start by saying that Ecocriticism is blinkered and limited in its response. This is the cycle of academic life in action. You haven’t actually arrived until new papers accuse your approach of being old and blinkered.
'For myself,' said Faramir, 'I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.'
- In which I discover that I really adore the way Faramir talks and that he is totally my favorite brother (sorry, Boromir). (via futureofthemasses)
Help build more handicap facilities
and THIS is why I will forever get pissed off at those “TAKE THE STAIRS INSTEAD!!!” posters. fuck you, not everybody can!
Ancient post-it notes!
How often do you reach for a Post-It note? Maybe you’re making that to do list, or figuring out your groceries. But you know, what if you lived BEFORE Post-It notes or scrap paper? What would you use then?
In Thebes, where these examples are from, and across the Roman Empire, scraps of used and broken pottery would be used to scribble quick notes. These examples are called ostraka. Most of the ostraka that our conservators and curators are studying right now contain notes on taxes and granary receipts from the second century AD.
The notes are written in Greek script. Kay Sunahara, ROM archaeologist studying these pieces, described the Greek langage at the time as, “the lingua franca of the Mediterranean”. Greek was the most frequently used written language, used to help bridge the gap between speakers of different languages, much like English today.
The majority of these pieces we’re found and acquired in the early 1900’s by none other than ROM founder Charles T. Currelly.
So how are these scrap pieces of pottery useful to archaeology today? Are grocery lists really that vaulabe? For archaeologists, ostraka provide them with a great deal of information about the people who left these notes in the first place. Information such as what people were eating, trading for, in trouble for, and the prices of things, give us a unique look into those who lived far before us, in this case well over a thousand years ago.
Interestingly enough, it also shows us just how similar we are to those who lived long before. Everyone needs groceries, and a reminder letter, maybe from their mom, or from their husband, of what to get from the store.
National Archaeology Day takes place on October 20th at the ROM and many other museums around the world!
I like Dum Dum Dugan variant.
The Dum Dum Dugan variant is what she would wear if she was on the British 60s TV show, the Avengers.
A quick look at: smiting scenes in ancient Egyptian art. Why are they significant?
Both of the shown examples above are of Ramesses III at Medinet Habu. The first shows Ramesses smiting the enemies of Egypt before Amon-Re, who hands him a curved sword; the second image shows him smiting Canaanite enemies.
The smiting scene is a traditional symbol of kingship in ancient Egypt, which is datable back to the Predynastic period, and is symbolic of a victorious king. These scenes include the king raising a weapon over the head of an enemy (or large groups of them as shown in the first photo), ready to smite them. Their hair is often grabbed from above to hold them in place for their execution. These representations grew to also include lists of the conquered enemies, and reached their peak in the New Kingdom, where the inclusion of an anthropomorphic deity became standard (photo one).
These scenes reinforced the king’s control over chaos, symbolically representing the bringing of justice (maat) to the defeated, chaotic enemy.
A few other examples:
- One of the earliest examples, the ivory label of King Den, which was found in his tomb in Abydos, and dates to 3000 BCE. Den is shown to be striking down an Asiatic tribesman, with an inscription reading: ”The first occasion of smiting the East”. This artifact is currently at the British Museum.
- Thutmose III at Karnak, presenting the Battle of Megiddo of the 15th century BCE. Here Thutmose III is shown to be smiting Canaanite enemies.
The first photo is courtesy of Kenzyb, and the second, arancidamoeba. S. Bar, D. Kahn & J.J. Shirley’s publication Egypt, Canaan and Israel: History, Imperialism, Ideology and Literature: Proceedings of a Conference at the University of Haifa (2011) was of use when writing up this post.
Samuel L. Jackson seriously wants to be in the new Star Wars movies. He doesn’t care how it happens, he doesn’t care how many arms he has or how dead he is, or if he has to somehow do this as Nick Fury instead of Mace Windu.
Is there anyone among us who doesn’t think Star Wars could use a little Nick Fury? (Source)
…it’s a universe with a well-established history of just cloning the shit out of people at the slightest excuse. Samuel L. Jackson could theoretically play every role in the next movie without it being that implausible, by Star Wars standards.
Holy shit I would pay twice the going rate for a movie ticket to see a film performed entirely by Samuel L. Jackson. I don’t even care what film. Star Wars, Pride & Prejudice, Sherlock Holmes, The Godfather…Any. Movie.
“From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and fucking conceit made me realize that you were the last motherfucker in the world I could ever be fucking prevailed upon to marry.”
It is a truth fucking universally acknowledged that a single motherfucker in possession of a giant motherfucking fortune must be in want of a goddamn wife.
“The fucking recollection of what I said—of my fucking conduct, my fucking manners, my motherfucking expressions during it, is now, and has been many fucking months, goddamned painful to me. Your reproof, I shall never fucking forget: ‘had you behaved like less of a motherfucker.’ Those were your goddamned words. You know not, you can scarcely fucking conceive, how they have tortured me.”
“Really, Watson, you fucking excel yourself,” said Holmes, pushing back his chair and lighting a cigarette. “I am bound to say that in all the fucking accounts which you have been so good as to give of my own small achievements you have fucking habitually underrated your own motherfucking abilities. It may be that you are not yourself fucking luminous, but you are a motherfucking conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a fucking remarkable power of stimulating it. I confess, my dear fellow, that I am very much in your fucking debt.”
Motherfucker, mama always said life was like a box of fucking chocolates. You never fucking know what you’re gonna get.
To fuck up a motherfucker or to not fuck up a motherfucker, that is the question.
Guys this is the kind of thinking that got Snakes On A Plane made
But soft! What fucking light through yon motherfucking window breaks! It is the fucking east, and that motherfucker Juliette is the fucking sun
“Harry, you’re a mothafuckin wizard.”
“Bitch, did I stutter?”
“A little motherfucking sea-bathing would set me up for fucking ever.”
“About three goddamn things I was absolfuckinglutely postive. First, Edward was a motherfucking vampire. Second, there was a part of his sparkly blood drinking ass — and shit if I know how strong that part of the cold bastard might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was fucking unconditionally, irrefuckinvocably, in motherfucking love with the pale ass blood drinking motherfucker. “
We want the finest motherfuckin’ cakes known to humanity. We want them fuckers here and we want them fuckers now!
“One day, and that fuckin’ day may never come, I may call upon your bitch ass to do me a motherfuckin’ favor. But for now, consider this a fuckin’ piece of generosity on the day of my daughter’s fuckin’ wedding.”
“You cannot fucking stain a motherfucking black coat.”
“And none for Gretchen motherfucking Weiners, bye.”
“My good fucking opinion, once lost, is lost forever, motherfucker.”
We must be as swift as the fucking cold river, with all the force of the badass typhoon, screw shit up like the goddamn fire, mysterious as the mutherfucking dark side of the motherfucking moon.
“I’M FLYING MOTHERFUCKERS!”
The wand chooses the god damn wizard motherfucker!
Mr. Kane was a man who got everything he wanted and then lost it. Maybe Motherfucker was something he couldn’t get, or something he lost. Anyway, it wouldn’t have explained anything; I don’t think any word can explain a man’s life. No, I guess Motherfucker is just a… piece in a jigsaw puzzle… a missing piece.”
“With great motherfucking power comes great motherfucking responsibility.”
“I will take the motherfucking ring to fucking Mordor.” [pause] “Though I do not know the motherfucking way.”
“I’m the mother fucking Doctor, bitch! I’m worse than everybody’s fucking aunt!”
“Pay no fucking attention to that motherfucker behind the curtain.”
One ring to rule those bitchasses, one ring to goddamn find them, one ring to bring all those motherfuckers and in darkness bind them.
“I’m gonna fucking steal the Declaration of Motherfucking Independence.”
“Your ass shouldn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, motherfucker.”
“Lemme tell you a riddle. Your ass is waitin for a train, a train that will take your ass far away. You know where you hope this motherfuckin train will take you, but you don’t motherfuckin know for goddamn sure. But it doesn’t motherfuckin matter. How the fuck can it not matter to you where the fuck this train takes your ass?”
“Fuckers assume that time is a fucking strict progression of motherfucking cause to motherfucking effect. But actually from a goddamned non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint it’s more like a big motherfucking ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey…goddamned stuff.”
Toto, I’ve got a goddamn feeling we ain’t in motherfucking Kansas no more.
One morning I shot a motherfucking elephant in my fucking pajamas. How the fuck it got there, I don’t motherfucking know.
This is motherfucking Sparta bitch!
Seven motherfucking minutes ago… we, your forefather motherfuckers, were brought forth upon a most motherfucking excellent adventure conceived by our new friends, Bill… and Ted. These two great motherfucking gentlemen are dedicated to a proposition which was true in my motherfucking time, just as it’s true today. Be motherfucking excellent to each other. And… MOTHERFUCKING PARTY ON, DUDES!
“As you goddamm wish.”
“I AM MOTHERFUCKING SPARTACUS.”
“No, *I* am motherfucking Spartacus.”
“One motherfuckin’ day more before the godamn storm. Will we ever, ever, for the love of a motherfucker in the storm, meet the fuck again?”
That motherfucker is like fucking fire and ice and shit. He’s like the motherfucking night and the storm and the heart of the goddamn sun. He’s ancient as shit and fucking forever. He fucking burns at the center of goddamn time and he can see the turn of the fucking universe. And that motherfucker is awesome as shit.
Guys Star wars happens “A long long time ago, In a galaxy Far Far away” Fury hasn’t been born yet in them.
Only if you assume that George Lucas was making a documentary. Otherwise for all we know the actual intended audience of the piece was Jack Harkness sitting around on Boeshane in the year 5122.
Also this seems to indicate a despicable lack of faith in the time travel abilities of Nick Fury.
Or that you think our current Nick Fury is not himself potentially a clone of the Furies that existed a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.
…and now I am picturing Samuel L. Jackson as all three Greek Furies.
“We’re here for vengeance, motherfuckers!”
Either way, you’ll be receiving a visit from Director Fury shortly. I strongly suggest you have an explanation prepared.
Comics so funny they’ll put you in a 4koma I am so sorry that was terrible.
THE STARS KNOW EVERYTHING.
Forgive the Google Translate but THAT’S THE OFFICIAL SAILOR MOON TWITTER AND THE PRODUCTER ATSUTOSHI UMEZAWA CONFIRMING THAT
THE ON APRIL 27
WE WILL GET THE VOICE CAST OF THE ANIME
AND OFFICIAL ART FOR ALL THE LEAD CHARACTERS