They put Anthony Bourdain: Parts Unknown of Netflix, so now I can lust after this man’s lifestyle in high definition. 

Albert Bierstadt. Lake Lucerne, 1858. Detail.


Asian Kung-Fu Generation




Fullmetal Alchemist




Andrew Jackson Jihad


People II 2: Still Peoplin'


Knife Man



If anyone is interested, this is my side blog, which I’m honestly a lot more active on.
It’s where I post dumb things that make me happy when I’m sad. 


The Woodcutter’s DiscoveryUnearthing somber things in the evening woods. Another gouache painting. I’m starting to become more and more comfortable with this process, and I’m really liking the results. Still working on effectively blending colors, however. You can see how I struggled a little bit with that, especially on the Woodcutter’s arms. I’m also learning a lot about color theory with this technique, which is cool. 

Oh hey, I’m actually not dead/still making things.


*pushes boy my age out of the way* move you’re blocking the view of your dad

There’s this server I work with, and none of my other coworkers seem to like him too much. He’s unnecessarily aggressive when it comes to picking up tables in rotating sections, treats the kitchen staff (and even the hostesses sometimes) like shit, and is just generally a bit of a douche. I kind of want to grab onto his upper arms really hard, pull him down to my height, smile and hiss at him

We both work at the shitty Mexican equivalent of Applebee’s and barely make minimum wage I swear to god mother fucker if you do not start being a good person this very instant I’m gonna shove this fucking burrito up your asshole do you understand me. 


I recently moved to south Brooklyn, an area with trees and grass and roaming packs of water fowl which means I’ve been spending most afternoons taking long walks through the “woods”, something I didn’t think was possible when I lived near only warehouses. 


Sainte Valérie, by Jaques Laudin II
St. Valerie of Limoges was one of many Catholic early Christian saints who was a cephalophore - a martyr who carried their head in their hands. Many of these cephalophores supposedly spoke, prayed, or walked somewhere, after being beheaded.
Painting circa 1700, via Wikimedia Commons.

“Cephalophore” is an interesting word - it means “head-bearing”, and has the same Greek root as “cephalopod,” which means “head-foot”.
For a while, there was a family of molluscs with distinct heads, and a family of filiform mushrooms that were called “cephalophores”, but both uses of that term in taxonomy are obsolete by a couple centuries.
ETA: Cephalophores are recognized by the Catholic church as saints, but they were well-known before the Reformation, and even before the real organization of the Catholic church, so they’re more early Christian than Catholic, I guess.