we don’t know how to look at art
I FOUND IT
Attributed to Lynda Barry according to a random tweet but I don't have a link to the artist directly
You’re very welcome - and very good at looking at art!
Some closeups of the best graffiti I've ever seen
one of the best comics of all time honestly
Do you think you could put it back together? :)
were not gonna talk about the fake dog
Some new cerberuses... :)
To people who use “þ” as an aesthetic “p”
þink again.
getting thorny in the linguistics fandom
þorny*
That also goes for using ß as an aesthetic B.
On my old server, there was a character named ßillyßadass.
This never failed to make me laugh, because that letter is not pronounced like B. It is a sharp S.
That guy named himself SsillySsadass.
Also to people who you Σ as an aesthetic E
that’s an S too, Σo maybe check next time
oh boy
Д as an aesthetic A? Дon’t be a
дumbass.
И as an aesthetic N? don’t be sillи.
П as another aesthetic N? stoп it.
У as an aesthetic Y? ty bad.
Ш or
Щ
as an aesthetic W? nope. it’s “sh” and “shch”!
Я as an aesthetic R? surprise! it’s “ya”.
ah yes, that classic horror film SNYEYAPOVUL DIAYAIES
This is pronounced Stargoat.
Reblogging for Stargoat.
STARGOAT
I saw in Japan a bag of marshmallows named SCANDINAVIAN MÅRSHMÅLLOW and I still have not recovered from that. It reads as SCANDINAVIAN MORSHMOLLOW
I always read STARGÅTE as ‘stargåde’ with a Swedish pronunciation.
Star Riddle.
This one about broke my brain:
There is so much going on here that we need to properly break it down:
Η (eta): Long “e” sound like in “free”
Ψ (psi): “ps” sound like in “psychology” or the noise you make to call your cat
Ρ (rho): equivalent of English “R”
Λ (lambda): equivalent of English “L”
Τ (tau): equivalent of English “T,” one of two letters properly employed here
Φ (phi): equivalent of English “F”
Σ (sigma): as noted above, equivalent of English “S”
Μ (mu): equivalent of English “M,” other properly employed letter
That “presecription” Rx combo: Does not occur in Greek or any other alphabet, what the Hell is it doing here
�� (theta): soft “th” like in “thing”
Γ (gamma): Kind of an asperated “gh” sound like you start to make a hard “g” but stop halfway through
Δ (delta): hard “th” like in “there.”
Χ (chi): asperated “kh” like in “challah”
Π (pi): Equivalent of English “p”
The other letters do not occur in the Greek alphabet, although you will see English letters used for things like names and titles.
So when we put it all togheter, this miracle of title design reads something like:
EEPSRLTFL SMRRKHSSSS THGH THLSKHLPDRKHFL
in 2020
it’s going to be 420
for a whole month
Goncharov! Holy shit I haven’t thought about Goncharov in YEARS!
I remember seeing it at the Vista theatre downtown in … I want to say 1983? It was either 82 and I was 10, or 83 and I was 11. Now that I think about it, it must have been Spring of 83. I remember that Kimmy Mendini was my babysitter, and she drove my friend Ahmed and me all the way downtown to see Goncharov. She would have been at least 16, but I feel like she was a little older. I remember that she LOVED movies and just never stopped talking about European cinema.
Ha! I can still her her sort of roll “Cinema” out of her mouth. Movies were for the masses to watch, while sophisticated adults experienced Cinema. I’m just realizing now that she absolutely pronounced it with a capital C. She was like “you are so lucky to see a clean print of Goncharov!”
I had no idea what a clean print was, but I understood it was important and impressive.
She had read about this screening in the LA Weekly, which I didn’t know at the time was TREMENDOUSLY subversive in our suburban part of Los Angeles County, and we were going to an old theatre in maybe not the greatest part of town, but Kimmy had been watching me since I was in second grade and was like my big sister. I knew we’d be safe with her.
That old theatre (which is now a fucking swap meet) was just so beautiful inside. 100 foot ceilings, box seats, gold paint and murals. It felt like a place you went to experience Cinema, but, like … it had absolutely seen better days. I remember that I felt kind of bad for the place, a little embarrassed, like when I got a good grade and accidentally made eye contact with a friend who got a D.
Okay. This clearly hit a memory artery, and I appreciate you staying with me this far, when we finally get to the fireworks factory. We’re walking up to the box office, and she tells Ahmed and me that we have to wait on the sidewalk, because *technically* it’s rated R, and she’s not our legal guardian, but what does this guy making two bucks an hour know about art anyway?
So we wait. She buys the tickets, and then we all walk in as casually as we can.
I remember how scared I was that we were going to get caught and they’d call the cops (that’s how it worked in my anxiety-ridden brain), but literally nobody cared. The theatre wasn’t even half full, and everyone there was a dude at least as old as my parents.
You know the story, so I don’t have to recount all of it, but I can at this very moment remember how shocked I was when Bruno was shot. This was the first time, ever, I had felt an emotional connection to a character. I didn’t cry when Bambi’s mother was shot, I didn’t cry when ET died, I didn’t cry E V E R.
But when Bruno died? I didn’t make a sound. I just silently wept. Tears just poured down my face and I wanted to roll back time, rewrite the movie, and get him out of that room.
I obviously understand now, all these years later why I connected to him and why his story meant and means so much to me, but at the time I had no idea. I just thought the actors were that good.
I can’t believe that guy who played him died so young. I think he was like 40? I remember thinking that was old. Now I know different.
When the movie was over, Kimmy asked us how we liked it. Ahmed was obsessed with the photography (he grew up to be an illustrator), and I obviously had my Bruno Moment.
We got Thrifty ice cream on the way home and listened to Donna Summer in her Datsun.
I haven’t thought about Goncharov or Cinema or Kimmy in FOREVER. Leave it to Tumblr to boost my nostalgia check to a natural 20.
tl;dr: Bruno. I know he’s supposed to be that character we all hate, and there are so many valid reasons for that. But when I was 12 … well, I was a different person.
Oh! And now that I know what a “clean print” is, having seen so many “dirty prints” in revival houses before they all turned into swap meets or churches (hey, two places where people sell you stuff and take your money!), I retroactively appreciate it in a way that would make Kimmy happy.
Thanks for the trip into the crumbling mall that is my childhood memories. I haven’t been here in awhile and it was nice to visit.