#Sevanne
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
harveybwabbit92 · 2 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Sevanne💗
36 notes · View notes
nestingtendencies · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Sevanne Shawl by Kristin Lynn on Ravelry
10 notes · View notes
protoslacker · 9 months ago
Text
Tripping on Utopia by Benjamin Breen
Nora Bateson in a public letter signed by Sevanne Kassarjian,  Stephen Nachmanovitch, and Phillip Guddemi accuses Breen of promulgating "falsehoods" and "manipulations of history" in his book. So far as I can see Nora Bateson and those associated have provided little evidence of either. The letter demands "accountability." Likewise accountability entails a responsibilty for the accusers to offer evidence for charges of malfeasance against a scholar.
4 notes · View notes
ultra-swap · 4 years ago
Note
You know, if even the OTP prompt generator wants Swap AU Sevanne, I sure do as well... So yeah, gimme some Swap AU Sevanne content
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
You ask, I deliver! Swap AU Sevanne (Feat. Zero and a Pegassa arm)
86 notes · View notes
galionne-vibin · 4 years ago
Note
Ultraseven and Anne? ^_^;
Tumblr media
Kissy kissy!
25 notes · View notes
givenwork · 5 years ago
Text
starter for @attofinale​ from sevanne
Tumblr media
There’s a nice white noise to the room as she cleans her rifle. The ruffle of a damp rag, the clink of metal, the scrape of pieces as she disassembles and cleans each one. Deep and slow exhalations from the calm and calculated woman.  “Hey, Boss, that new targeting laser you bought me is in the box to your left, would you grab it for me?”
5 notes · View notes
dead-birds-art · 5 years ago
Text
Tumblr media
Sevann Molloy
3 notes · View notes
multipleservicelisting · 4 years ago
Text
Mary Catherine Bateson Dies at 82; Anthropologist on Lives of Women
Tumblr media
Mary Catherine Bateson, a cultural anthropologist who was the author of quietly groundbreaking books on women’s lives — and who as the only child of Margaret Mead had once been one of the most famous babies in America — died on Jan. 2 in Dartmouth, N.H. She was 81.
Her husband, J. Barkev Kassarjian, confirmed the death, at a hospice facility. He did not specify the cause but said she had suffered a fall earlier that week and experienced brain damage.
Dr. Bateson’s parents, Dr. Mead and Gregory Bateson, an Englishman, were celebrated anthropologists who fell in love in New Guinea while both were studying the cultures there. (Dr. Mead was married to someone else at the time.) They treated their daughter’s arrival almost as more field work, documenting her birth on film — not a typical practice in 1939 — and continuing to record her early childhood with the intention of using the footage not just as home movies but also as educational material. (Dr. Bateson’s first memory of her father was with a Leica camera hanging from his neck.)
Benjamin Spock was her pediatrician — she was Dr. Spock’s first baby, it was often said — and his celebrated books on child care drew from lessons learned by Dr. Mead.
Still, it wasn’t her babyhood, her lineage or her scholarship — an expert on classical Arabic poetry, she was as polymathic as her mother — that brought Dr. Bateson renown; it was her 1989 book “Composing a Life,” an examination of the stop-and-start nature of women’s lives and their adaptive responses — “life as an improvisatory art,” as she wrote.
In the book, Dr. Bateson used her own history and those of four friends as examples of ambitious women at midlife. (She was 50 at the time of its publication.) All five had lived long enough to have experienced loss, the strains of motherhood, sexism, racism, career setbacks and betrayals. In Dr. Bateson’s case, she had been ousted as dean of faculty at Amherst College in Massachusetts in an apparent back-room deal orchestrated by male colleagues. It left her hurt at first; her anger would take years to blossom.
Jane Fonda hailed Dr. Bateson’s 1989  book as an inspiration, as did Hillary Clinton, who as first lady invited Dr. Bateson to advise her.
Written with wry compassion and a behavorial scientist’s sharp eye, the book became in its way an unassumimg blockbuster and a touchstone for feminists. Jane Fonda hailed it as an inspiration, as did Hillary Clinton, who as first lady invited Dr. Bateson to advise her.
“Reading ‘Composing a Life’ made me gnash my teeth and weep,” the author and Ms. magazine co-founder Jane O’Reilly wrote in The New York Times Book Review in 1989. “I scribbled all over the margins, turned down every other page corner and underlined passages with such ferocity that my desk was flecked with broken-off pencil points.”
The insights in the book, Dr. Bateson wrote, “started from a disgruntled reflection on my own life as a sort of desperate improvisation in which I was constantly trying to make something coherent from conflicting elements to fit rapidly changing settings,” as if she were rummaging frantically in the fridge to make a meal for unexpected guests.
dMary Catherine Bateson was born on Dec. 8, 1939, in New York City. Her father was in England at the time; an avowed atheist, he sent his wife a congratulatory telegram instructing, “Do Not Christen.”
Mary Catherine was reared according to the rituals and practices her parents had observed in their fieldwork, including being breastfed on demand; her mother would consult with Dr. Spock. So committed was Dr. Mead to record-keeping that when Mary Catherine was in college and wanted to throw out her childhood artwork, her mother declared that she had no right to do so.
Mary Catherine grew up in Manhattan, mostly in the ground floor apartments of two townhouses in Greenwich Village that Dr. Mead shared in succession with friends who lived on the upper floors. As Dr. Mead was often away from home for work — or, when at home, working full-time — it was a convenient living arrangement: Mary Catherine could be looked after when necessary by a full bench of unofficial siblings and their parents, as well as an English nanny and her adolescent daughter.
Dr. Mead’s housekeeping techniques were also novel: When home, she cooked and ate dinner with her daughter but eschewed dishwashing, so as not to waste time that could be better spent with Mary Catherine or on her work. Day after day, dishes piled up in dizzying verticals “like a Chinese puzzle,” awaiting a maid who would arrive on Mondays, as Dr. Bateson recalled in an earlier book, “With a Daughter’s Eye: A Memoir of Margaret Mead and Gregory Bateson” (1984).
The memoir is an affectionate yet sober portrait of two very complicated people. “One of the premises of the household in which I grew up,” Dr. Bateson wrote diplomatically, “was that there was no clear line between objectivity and subjectivity, that observation does not preclude involvement.”
In his review of the book in The Times, Anatole Broyard noted that Dr. Bateson had brought “almost as much sophistication to bear on the picture of her childhood and her parents as they did on her.”
“We are used to novelists and poets giving us their highly colored or hyperbolic versions of their fathers and mothers,��� he went on, “but Miss Bateson, who was born in 1939, is a behavioral scientist as well as a writer with considerable literary skill.”
Her parents were married for 14 years before divorcing. Dr. Mead died in 1978 at 76. Gregory Batesman died in 1980 at 76.
Mary Catherine attended the private Brearley School in Manhattan. At 16, after accompanying her mother on a trip to Israel for one of Dr. Mead’s lectures, she stayed behind and spent part of that year on a kibbutz, where she learned Hebrew. Over the years she would also learn classical Arabic, Armenian, Turkish, Tagalog, Farsi and Georgian, the latter because she thought it would be fun.
She entered Radcliffe at 17, studied Semitic languages and history, and graduated in two and a half years. She had already met Dr. Kassarjian, a Harvard graduate student at the time, but promised her mother that she would not marry until she finished college. She earned her Ph.D. in linguistics and Middle Eastern languages at Harvard in 1963; her husband earned his there in business administration.
Early in their marriage, she and Dr. Kassarjian lived in the Philippines and then Iran, following his career running Harvard-related graduate institutes in those countries. Dr. Bateson found work as an academic and an anthropologist, learning Tagalog in the Philippines and Farsi in Iran to do so. They lived in Iran for seven years, until they were forced out in the late 1970s by the revolution there, having to leave most of their possessions behind.
Dr. Bateson taught at Harvard, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Brandeis University and Spelman College in Atlanta, among other institutions. At her death, she was professor emerita of anthropology and English at George Mason University in Virginia and a visiting scholar at the Center on Aging & Work at Boston College.
Her husband is a professor emeritus of management at Babson College in Wellesley, Mass., and professor emeritus of strategy and organization at the International Institute for Management Development in Lausanne, Switzerland.
Dr. Bateson published a number of books on human development, creativity and spirituality, including “Composing a Further Life: The Age of Active Wisdom” (2010).
In addition to her husband, she is survived by their daughter, Sevanne Kassarjian; her half sister, Nora Bateson; and two grandsons.
At her death, Dr. Bateson was working on a book titled “Love Across Difference,” about how diversity of all stripes — gender, culture and nationality — can be a source of insight, collaboration and creativity.
    Multiple Service Listing for Business Owners | Tools to Grow Your Local Business
www.MultipleServiceListing.com 
from Multiple Service Listing https://ift.tt/3ipCxGx
2 notes · View notes
salad-mceyebrows · 8 years ago
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Heron Sevanne
Human Ranger and Vigilante, former Bandit Henchman
“I made the wrong choice once and it led me down a dark path. I hurt a lot of people. I’m trying to make amends... trying to do better. Maybe one day I can forgive myself.”
Armor:
Head - Magnus’s Left Eye Patch Shoulder - Falconer’s Shoulders Chest - Triumphant Brigandine Gloves - Pirate Hook Legs - Swindler Pants Boots - Prowler Boots
Dyes:
Deep Maple Ebony Sand Pottery Lemon Matte Clay Midnight Rust
Weapons:
Mainhand - Ophidian Axe Offhand - Ley Line Torch Ranged - Wintersday Shortbow / Inquest Longbow
GW2 Fashion Week Day 2
49 notes · View notes
nouveauweird · 5 years ago
Text
@saintsophia made me think of my oc’s names and now I feel like writing them all out for fun so peak under the cut for all the oc names for primary and secondary characters across all wips and some non-wip oc’s. I have omitted some tertiary characters lmao.
Men:
Adam
Alec
August
Caine
Connor
Dieudonne
Emmett
Gideon
Halton
Ira
Jack
James
Julien
Lachlan
Luke
Mitch
Nate
Nick
Owen
Pascal
Sebastian
Temanuarii
Tom
Tommy Hank
Women:
Adele
Aeryn
Ainsley
Alana
Alicia
Amna
Anthea
Avery
Bella
Charlotte
Claire
Clara
Elaine
Elle
Ellen (Weyland)
Emory
Esperance
Eurus
Evelyn
Evia
Francesca (Chessie)
Gemma
Gianleen
Gillian
Greta
Gwen (Calder)
Gwen (Gallaty)
Hermione "Minnie"
Inara
Irene
Johanna (Hickey)
Johanna (Knight)
Juliet
Lark
Leah
Lee (AI)
Lee (Evon)
Leonie
Lily-Victoria
Linnaea
Madigan
Maeve
Malie
Mallory
Manon
Marnie
Meraude / Faye
Nadine
Nina
Paloma
Penelope
Perion
Rachel
Robin
Ruth
Sevanne (Corette)
Sevanne (Moran)
Siobhan
Thea
Uri (Famine)
4 notes · View notes
harveybwabbit92 · 1 month ago
Text
[if Anne had found out Dan was Seven earlier.]
Random UG agent: and what do you have to say about the rumors that Dan Moroboshi is in league with Ultraseven? or them possibly being the same person?
Anne, wanting to protect her boyfriend's identity: Well, that would be really weird cause I’ve literally seen them kiss before??
UG agent:...
Dan, on his lunch break suddenly stops eating: …somethings wrong…
[Needless to say, Dan was very distraught and confused by people grilling him on how long he's been cheating on Anne with Ultraseven???]
22 notes · View notes
agnesskamalnath · 3 years ago
Text
k.k. (i)
we met when i was 15 years old in england in 2003. she was 3 years older that me. i was dating kathi and sevanne/’sex’ at the time. kathi, sissi (her fraternal twin), and i walked into a convenience store and k.k. was there with a friend. i took one look at her and asked ‘can i have a piece of that kit kat?’ i had yet to know her name etc. and yes those were the first words out of my mouth. i…
View On WordPress
0 notes
protoslacker · 9 months ago
Text
One Star Reviews
The wonderful Shrinkrants points to an essay by Nora Bateson, Communication is Sacred: Why changes happens in the spaces between us., which I would normally admire but for the context I cannot.
The essay is hosted as a guest post at Alexander Beiner's Substack, The Bigger Picture. At issue is a objection to a recent book by historian Benjamin Breen entitled, Tripping On Utopia" Margaret Mead, the Cold War and theTroubled Birth of Psychedelic Science, by Nora Bateson, Sevanne Kassarjian(Custodian: Mead's work), and other members of the Bateson Idea Group.
Nora Bateson published an open letter against Benjamin Breen's book. Beiner attempted to mediate the dispute between Bateson and Breen. Bateson apparently felt that responding to Breen's rebutal of her publisehd critique would lead to "an unending rabbit hole of bickering about old documents." So she decided to go "meta" or something in her essay.
Beiner helpfully points to Benjamin Breen's rebutal of Bateson's critique. Breen points to Bateson's critique on a one-star review of his book at GoodReads, as well as to one-star reviews on Amazon. A campaign by one-star reviews is dickishness, or in Bateson-speak, "schismogenetic." Disassociationg the Bateson Idea Group from such dickishness would have provided a different context for Bateson's essay.
Update Feb. 18, 2024:
The Wall Street Journal has published a letter by members of the Bateson Idea group responding to a review of Breen's book by Dominic Green. Both are behind the paywall so I can't see who signed the letter nor read Green's review.
My not being able to afford subscriptions to read the reviews in the WSJ, The New Yorker, and NYT, is good reason to discount anything I have to say about the Bateson Idea Group's negative campaign against Breen's book.
I wonder why I feel so butt-hurt over this affair? Nonetheless I am.
Certainly, I believe Gregory Bateson's and Margaret Mead's works and legacies are important. I also believe that accusing a scholar of falselhoods and manipulation of facts is a serious matter. Ad hominem attacks on Breen in lieu of substantive evidence are insufficient and unethical. It is espcieally strange given that the importance of "relationships" is central to Gregory Bateson's work as well at to Nora Bateson's and Phillip Guddemi's published writing.
It's that breech in that galls me so.
3 notes · View notes
ultra-swap · 4 years ago
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Here @pleistocene-polina, I hope this is the kind of food you wanted!
(I might regret throwing Scarlet (and by extension Black and Storage) and Harlan in the AU this early on but oh well)
32 notes · View notes
galionne-vibin · 4 years ago
Text
Messing with the OTP Prompt Generator (Ultraman edition), Part 3. Now with added Sevanne!
Dadaltan
Tumblr media
Dada: We’re so much worse.
Tumblr media
Real romance still lives on.
Tumblr media
Baltan: It was a magical experience-
Dada: I had no fucking clue where your mouth was.
Tumblr media
Dada: Is that- Is that blood?! ON MY WHITE CARPET?!
Tumblr media
Canon.
Godossa
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
*crying cat meme*
Crazy Joe
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Another productive day for the roboyfriends.
Sevanne
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Well this took an unexpected Swap AU turn, but it fits.
Tumblr media
I-???
4 notes · View notes
givenwork · 5 years ago
Text
starter for @theasteriae
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍, a man, taller than her, older. She’s armed, a concealed holster at the back of her pants, hidden by her jacket. Sevanne does not show up places unprepared even when it’s a call from the boss. She had neither been loud nor quiet entering the warehouse, and her boot-steps tap dully against the cement floor, so she expects to be heard. Sev’s gaze lands on a table laden with photographs and files. Not knowing what to expect of this other man she approaches with her hands at her sides, and clears her throat once she’s cleared the doorway.
2 notes · View notes