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argonauticae:

im putting together a couple of scottish folk mixes bc that’s what i do and im honestly curious if anyone in my country has ever been unequivocally happy about anything ever

 

argonauticae:

scottish trad music genres:

  • Everyone I Love Is Dead
  • The English Have Stolen All My Sheep
  • You Want To Be My Boyfriend? First You Must Answer These Riddles Three
  • The Protestants Have Stolen All My Sheep
  • I Love You A Lot But You’ve Left Me And It’s Raining [fiddle solo]
  • The Sea Is Treacherous, Just Like The English
  • One Time Bonnie Prince Charlie Punched Me In The Face And It Was Awesome
  • The Fairies Have Stolen All My Sheep

 

plaidadder:

We have of course the traditional Irish music genres to go with them:

* Everyone I Love Is An Allegorical Representation of Ireland

* The English Stole My Farm And Put Sheep On It

* You Were My Boyfriend But Now You Won’t Even Come To The Window To Look Upon Me And Our Dead Infant Child (In The Rain)

* Whack Fol Too La Roo Umptytiddly Good They’ve Stopped Listening Now Let’s Talk About Revolution

* Something In Irish, I Think It’s About Fairies, Or Maybe A Cow

 

queeraquatic:

The Welsh are late to the party, as usual, with our own rain-sodden entries:

* Wales is Very Green and the English Made Me Leave. Grass, Grass, Mountains.

* The English Are Stealing My Land

* The English Are Ruining the Valleys [Grass, Grass, Mountains]

* The English Drove out the Fey Folk [From the Valleys]

* The English Are Sending Me to Australia Because I Stole a Sheep

* Look at These Daffodils. The English Are Going to Build a Factory On Them

* Every Male in my Family for 300 Years Died in the Mines and Now So Will I. It’s Raining

* The English Have Stolen King Arthur

* Owain Glyndwr Would Never Have Let This Happen

And the following, very particular, Welsh specialities:

* [A Dylan Thomas Thing Set to Music]

* My Boyfriend Is the Prisoner of a Faerie Queen, It’s Raining, and she Gouged Out His Eyes for Looking at Me

* I Killed My Dog Because I Thought He Killed My Baby, But He Didn’t Kill My Baby, He Killed a Wolf to Stop the Wolf Killing My Baby, My Baby is Fine, My Dog is Dead, I Will Never Smile Again, and It’s Raining

* My Boyfriend Murdered Me and Made a Harp Out of My Hair [so I haunted the harp and told everyone]


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#music #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #oh look an update


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ilzolende:

ogingat:

polyaletheia:

prophecyformula:

Qualia Fest is a music festival founded by philosopher Richard Brown where various bands composed of philosophers of mind and neuroscientists perform music about consciousness and qualia.

None of them can tell you what it sounds like, though.

I’m imagining a dark metal band screaming “FOR ALL WE KNOW, THIS SOUNDS LIKE MUSIC TO YOU!”

Discussions of philosophy of mind = orders of magnitude better than discussions of theory of mind.

(If I can claim to have theory of mind I pretty clearly have it, okay?)


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#philosophy #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog

God, I miss Ace Fet.


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#Ace Fet #the one place where I felt #if not *normal* sexuality-wise #at least not any weirder than anyone else #but that was somewhere around a year ago #and ever since it’s been gone #without even an archive to remember it by #I’ve tried lurking in hypnofetish circles #they’re way better than nothing but they don’t *really* *get* it #or rather they get something *different* #people who can distinguish between their drive for sleep and drive for sex fascinate me #but they’re the only people I’ve ever met and I’m *lonely* #there’s no way I’m the only one #seven thousand million human brains out there #(at least a few hundred million of which hang out in English-language Internet communities) #no way am I the only one to have ended up with this particular quirk of brain development #somewhere out there are people who understand #I just don’t know how to find them #sexuality and lack thereof #tag rambles #oh look an original post

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ilzolende:

an-animal-imagined-by-poe:

audible-smiles:

radicalhufflepuff:

badconlangingideas:

Have your “merchant race” mark nouns for how much they would value that noun on the market.

“My best friend(not for sale)’s house(300,000 credits) has great views(50,000 credits) of the ocean (1,000,000 credits), but I don’t like their neighbors(20 credits).

I bet this is how Ferengi works.

BEST FRIEND (NOT FOR SALE) OMG

In Ferengi, (not for sale) is either wildly complimentary or unbelievably insulting. 

Wouldn’t insulting be attaching a negative value, as in “I would pay someone to get rid of this for me”, like you could say about garbage or water from flooding or something? (Wikipedia says those things are called “bads”.)


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#language #Star Trek

ilzolende:

thetransintransgenic:

[Note: I’m not endorsing (or, by this disclaimer, criticizing) the viewpoint presented here. I’m just claiming that this is a viewpoint that someone could conceivably hold.]

We are at a unique period of human history where our greatest trials come not from nature, but from ourselves. We have freed ourselves from the simple lack of necessary resources. Through the rigors of science we have freed ourselves from the iron grip of ignorance. Through vaccines and antibiotics we have defeated disease. And so on – fewer and fewer trials to humanity remain, that derive from our world and our place in the universe.

But nevertheless trials remain. Trials which threaten to tear our race and our planet apart. I speak, of course, of pointless destruction of people and property for the sake of the pointless hate of racism, and the dangerous and short-thinking violence we are commiting to our environment, our ecosystems, and our earth. These two, colossal trials parallel in their source in humanity, and yet parallel too in their solution.

For the problems of environmentalism, and the problems of racism, there is no single solution to be found. There is no scientific method by which a few people, giants standing on giants, can defeat racism. There is no vaccine to cure the environment. Any solution which can be found – which must be found, which WILL be found – must come from and be carried out by every person, every component of humanity, as one. As one human race we must dig inside our souls, and find slumbering there the compassion for our fellow humans, for our human race as a whole, for our planet, and for our future, and the creativity to make all of those things better.

But despite that – despite the odds, despite the trials and the naysayers and those, even, who actively oppose these goals – I still believe in humanity. I believe that every person has the capacity to wake up, to dredge up from the foundation of their souls the fundamental and yet revolutionary idea that their fellow human beings are HUMAN BEINGS, regardless of color. I believe that every person has, sleeping inside of them, thousands and millions of those revolutionary ideas, each one able to prop up nature just one more little bit. I believe that such slumbering ideas of such human compassion are the singular components that define the human experience.
I believe this because I can see no other option – no other possibility that could save our collective future but this compassion, these individual ideas of humanity that will collectively destroy the twin evils of racism and environmental negligence. And so I can do nothing but believe, and pray – in the deepest parts of my soul – that in every man, woman and child in this country and in the world, colorless green ideas sleep, furiously.

[Vaguely inspired by Shaenon Garrity’s short story, which you all should read.]

thetransintransgenic’s tags: #Linguistics#Context is EVERYTHING#wordplay#SUCK IT Chomsky#Also Shaenon’s story is an interesting possible-counterpoint to one of the points in#ozymandias271#’s recent post on languages#In which Gadit Rants#(But like not actually about my opinions…)#Maybe I need a fic tag


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#…oh my god #language

persian-slipper:

neverrwhere:

starspray:

lintamande-reblogs:

earendil-was-a-mariner:

Tolkien started rewriting the Hobbit in the style of LotR, but what I really want is the Silmarillion in the style of the Hobbit. 

In a hole in the fabric of the universe there lived a god. 

Now, this was not one of those minor gods of bedtime stories or petty wars for heaven; this was the One God, all-loving and all-knowing, who created the world – only he hadn’t created the world just yet, which is why he was sitting in a hole in the fabric of the universe.

#that sounds more like douglas adams

and it is glorious

Two of my very favourite things together as one? Hell yes. 

plz zir can i have some more?

You can! It’s over here.


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#Lord of the Rings #I don’t even *speak* LotR #(well except for the vast quantities of cultural osmosis) #and reading that still makes me feel proud to know this person

Manhattanhenge Returns!

amnhnyc:

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For Manhattan, a special day comes twice a year, when the setting Sun aligns precisely with the Manhattan street grid, creating a radiant glow of light across Manhattan’s brick and steel canyons, simultaneously illuminating both the north and south sides of every cross street of the borough’s grid. A rare and beautiful sight.

For best effect, position yourself as far east in Manhattan as possible. But ensure that when you look west across the avenues you can still see New Jersey. Clear cross streets include 14th, 23rd, 34th. 42nd, 57th, and several streets adjacent to them. The Empire State building and the Chrysler building render 34th street and 42nd streets especially striking vistas.

Here are the dates for Manhattanhenge 2015:

Half Sun on the Grid

  • Friday, May 29 8:12 P.M. EDT
  • Monday, July 13 8:21 P.M. EDT

Full Sun on the Grid

  • Saturday, May 30 8:12 P.M. EDT
  • Sunday, July 12 8:20 P.M. EDT

Learn more about Manhattanhenge from the Frederick P. Rose Director of the Hayden Planetarium, Neil deGrasse Tyson.


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#Manhattanhenge #neat #pretty sure I have at least one follower in NYC at the moment #so here is a reminder for you