Forbidden schnitzel
14.03.2026 19:23
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Forbidden schnitzel
I don't think grammarly should just get to do "sorry deleting now" after ventriloquizing living and dead people without their consent to make money
there's something so grotesque about the phrase "pop that yolk"
If Guitar Center had a favorite band it would be Polyphia
love when spell check suddenly decides i'm speak french for no apparently reason
Puzzle Binding!
Tricky! These are almost as rare as hen's teeth, and we just...
Had One???
And, it includes HOW Many Books? (Five from Germany c. 1601 and a blank one at last count...) #Vexierbuch #DosADos @newberrylibrary.bsky.social (Case C 823 .966)
A screengrab from Real Genius. A professor has decided that if his students record his classes in lieu of attending, he is free to play a recording of his lecture rather than teaching in person.
Call it a moral panic, sure. At least I have morals!
A photo of several nautilus cephalopods arranged in a circle around a mystery object. They are probably having a dinner party, but the way they're positioned makes it look like an arcane ritual is being conducted on the sea floor.
screenshot of word spellcheck menu suggesting that "god" is more appropriately capitalized.
spell check is not neutral
Terrible loss for literature. "The books I love the most made it harder for me to live." RIP Michael Silverblatt.
www.latimes.com/california/s...
Cool running holds up
Last summer, I got super into plotting addresses of nineteenth-century British pornographers that I'd collected as part of a project using the National Library of Scotland's Georeferenced Maps. Collecting the data was a painstaking process, as was plotting it as many of these addresses no longer +
Step into history like never before!
I love Phillis Wheatley but this is a goddamn atrocity wtf ... hardly the most important thing but this is coming from THE WHITE HOUSE???
www.youtube.com/watch?v=te-A...
"Saps, and the anal grease of an otter, and pig's blood, and the crushed-up bulbous bodies of those insects that they'd find so thickly gathered on barnyard excrement it makes a pulsing rind, and oven soot, and the oil that forms in a flask of urine and rotting horseflesh, and the white of an egg, and charcoal, and the secret watery substance in an egg, and spit-in-charcoal in a sluggish runnel of gray they mixed with the harvested scum of a bloated tomato, and steamed plant marrows beaten to a paste, and orange clay, and auburn clay, and clay bespangled with the liquid pearl of fish scales stirred in milt, and suet, and glue boiled out of a hoof, and ash, and grape-like clusters of fat grabbed out of a chicken carcass and dried in the sun until it became inert and yet still pliable, and lime, and the pulp of the cherry, and the pulp of the cherry immersed in egg, and coral in a powder, and silver flake, and fig, and pollen, and dust, and beeswax, and an iridescence scraped with infinite care from the wings of hundreds of tiny flying things, and salted iridescence, and human milk, and ores, and gall, and stains expressed from teas, and gobs of squeeze-off from the nettings of cheese, and rouge, and kohl, and luster, and oyster, and lees: and so from these they made their paints: and then their Gods and their saints."
a poem for the feed: 1400 by Albert Goldbarth
Of course I studied the classics
guy at the beginning of a 2 hour live stream: okay, this is gonna be a quick one, i promise
a multiple choice menu reading "i identify as" but the options are "student," "high school instructor," and "college instructor"
love how this is completely detached from reality ... why yes, i have always identified as a high school instructor thanks
added three words to the draft today, good work
as a huge podcast fan i'm perpetually frustrated that 45 minutes has become 95 minutes. wrap it up!
Super Bowl BY MARY RUEFLE Who won? I said. The game's tomorrow, he said. And I became the snail I always was, crossing the field in my helmet. But I'd given it my all, while the plane arced on its way to a landing, when I overheard the woman behind us say I was gathering wildflowers to make a wreath to lay on my mother's grave when my son fell off a mountain in Italy and I felt such joy over the unknown outcome of her words I was not ashamed, for I can feign interest in the world, just as she in that great green meadow must have.
My favorite Super Bowl: this poem from Mary Ruefle 💙
should not require 2FA to read the university newsletter
“. . . Again is the sacred
word, the profane sequence suddenly graced, by
coming back.”
— J. H. Prynne
(from “Thoughts on the Esterházy Court Uniform”)
Sir Ian McKellen performing a monologue from Shakespeare’s Sir Thomas More on the Stephen Colbert show. Never have I heard this monologue performed with such a keen sense of prescience. Nor have I ever been in this exact historical moment.TY Sir Ian, for reaching us once again.
#Pinks #ProudBlue
Never mind the jobs you had, tell me five classes you took in college.
The European Novel of Female Adultery
Enlightenment Forms and Frictions
Jonathan Swift & Alexander Pope
Revolts and Rebellions
Deliberative Democracy in Early American Literature
The last lines of this wreck me in the best of ways.
From Kim Addonizio's book, Tell Me: bit.ly/tellmeBK
#poetry #books #writing
Chris Ware: A book is a perfect metaphor for a human being. It's got a front and a back, it's got a spine, and it's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. news.artnet.com/art-world/a-...
