Rate my new glasses—fit, pretension, vibes,
(they are very fragile—questionable decision in the wake of a pressing need to replace the previous pair)
i think i have permanent caesar and napoleon (and alexander) brain damage from how i was raised (and i think it causes way more people to get mad at me than max’s chinggis khan situation, which i feel is comparable)
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blackout sober
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when you use a phone you are always staring at ur reflection and its registered subconsciousally and this has the effect of making you go insane and become ultra self centered
checks out
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halfway through giving my coworker the Fall of the Roman Republic spiel she asked, "so was Julius Caesar, like... a good guy...? or a bad guy?"
Funnily in history you normally have to go "well, it's complicated", but in Caesar's case I feel like you can pretty safely go "oh, he was a bad guy" and keep going.
dunno—kinda has something going for him
This is what the 2024 election has done to Tumblr, the Caesar stans coming out of the woodwork -_-
dates back to at least before the election and i think there’s at least one more older post
I respect the detailed argument outlined in that post but ngl I suspect you might just ship them
good excuse to dig around in the drafts and finish the post i had on the flexibility of historical figures as allegorical dolls before a certain point
(imo it’s cool how guys like caesar and brutus were used to represent basically any position or ideology—you get some of that with napoleon but by the 20th century, it seems everyone is pretty locked into a symbolic meaning)
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halfway through giving my coworker the Fall of the Roman Republic spiel she asked, "so was Julius Caesar, like... a good guy...? or a bad guy?"
Funnily in history you normally have to go "well, it's complicated", but in Caesar's case I feel like you can pretty safely go "oh, he was a bad guy" and keep going.
dunno—kinda has something going for him
This is what the 2024 election has done to Tumblr, the Caesar stans coming out of the woodwork -_-
dates back to at least before the election and i think there’s at least one more older post
why is at least half of the usa’s cultural output / exports so ugly? whatever happened to beauty
can you get a beard edge in boxing? like in featherweight at least? like the extra padding should do something even if it’s 1%
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halfway through giving my coworker the Fall of the Roman Republic spiel she asked, "so was Julius Caesar, like... a good guy...? or a bad guy?"
Funnily in history you normally have to go "well, it's complicated", but in Caesar's case I feel like you can pretty safely go "oh, he was a bad guy" and keep going.
dunno—kinda has something going for him
i gotta say the irish accents don’t help with the concussion voice
i stayed up all night to watch the boxing match and where was trump? it’s like perfect for him, i was really missing his commentary or take or anything really—
political scientists say we’ll never reach 410,757,864,530 DEAD COPS without longtermism
we need longtermism or we’ll never reach 100 trillion dead chuds
100 trillion dead chuds
i must have hit some inflection point, why am i so blocked by so many people, i don’t even think i argue an exceptional amount and i take pains to remain generally measured and circumspect, if you could see the drafts…
i wish there were art museums nearby. seeing (good) art in person is easiest method of inner tranquility
lately i’ve been particularly aware how i can be sitting there and have everything be fine except that i am feeling bad, not bc of anything, but bc a specific feeling of badness is affecting me in the moment—i don’t know how to respond to this betrayal. it is very peculiar bc i can tell i am actually fine and good and everything could be as well as it can be except for this specific badness. this isn’t even a badness lingering from waking up in an evil mien—a ‘bad day’—it’s a badness that is being beamed into me in that exact moment. if it were to cease, all troubles would fall away and all would be well. but it persists and so i sit there thinking how to escape, and this is not despairing or spirally, I’m really quite lucid and feel rather light all things considered, hardly weighed down at all, except for the patina of badness that is inhibiting all but the slowest and most water treading progress.