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I guess I have a lot to say about this past year, mostly that it was completely shit in many different ways; from huge stuff like the fact that I got broken up with and spend a lot of that time morbidly depressed, to things that’re big but ultimately salvageable like having to extent some deadlines, to things that are largely inconsequential, if sad or disappointing on personal level such as losing enthusiasm for bunch of my hobbies and abruptly ending two rpg campaigns that meant a lot to me. The ups of ‘24 include mostly things connected to my job which. 🤨 workaholic much? but maybe it was more about catching what was there to catch or w/ever.
I am ending this year trying to finish dragon age veilguard, a game that i Dont Like Very Much, and while many of its faults that have already been articulated by other people, are extremely annoying to me, i am reminded of a saying that sometimes a thing being just bad is less infuriating than a thing that keeps dodging being great by inches (not that it happens much but when it does it really gets on my nerves)
Which, all in all, is a very ironic way for me to end this kind of year I suppose
#Magda.txt#this is like a diary to me btw#I’ve been playing veilguard for close to 60 hours and i really fucking want it to end. end my misery.#not a downer post btw!!!! doing good currently 🙌
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being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.
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Claude Monet (French, 1840–1926), "The Studio Boat", 1876
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Brancusi, Constantin. Sleeping Muse II, plaster (after 1910), c. 1934 - 35.
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Buccellati gold seashell compact
Circa 1960
Christie’s
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Votive ship in the Kakskerta Church, Finland. Date unknown, photo by ast2009
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Edvard Munch - Winter in the Woods, Nordstrand (1899)
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I'm, above all else, a tangentgirl. always saying shit like "sidenote," "oh also," "by the way,"
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[video ID: a person flipping through a black and white printed zine version of the preceding images.]
did this zine project a while ago! just some thoughts on the violence of the museum and the looting of imperialized lands by both science and religion, often to nationalistic ends.
the question that is left unspoken in this piece is: why do we mourn dead animals before we mourn dead people? why must we link genocides and cultural erasure to biodiversity loss to mourn them? why do we sanctify the ivory billed woodpecker, the dodo, the tasmanian tiger, but not the people who lived alongside them? how does the natural history museum’s trophy-taking erase the context of their specimens?
far from my full thoughts on the subject, but i hope this is an interesting first foray into it
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Marie Adrien Lavieille (French, 1852-1911) - The Steps By The Flowers
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Requiem with a marginal dragonfly book of hours, Bruges or Ghent 15th century.
Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library, MS 287, fol. 161v
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