GOOD MORNING. HOW ARE YOU ENJOYING THE MESCALINE?
<I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS>
ARE YOU THIRSTY? I’VE MADE SOME NICE HERBAL TEA.
IS EVERYTHING OKAY?
<THERE IS NOTHING AFTER DEATH>
Evening Post: August 12, 1899.
"She immediately alighted, caught hold of the astonished youth, and gave him a sound thrashing, using her fists in a scientific fashion…”
I would love to know what this means.
I used to live near here (my ex-girlfriend living just off Peel Lane) and I can assure you, nothing has changed.
Left: Edgar Degas, In a Café (L’Absinthe), 1875–1876, Oil on canvas, 36¼ x 27 inches; Musée d’Orsay, Paris. Right:Pablo Picasso, Portrait of Sebastià Junyer i Vidal, 1903, Oil on canvas, 49-3/4 x 37 inches; Los Angeles County Museum of Art.
This is an interesting pairing. When placed in this context, the yellows in Lautrec’s work look brighter and the blues in Picasso’s work look darker.
I don’t respect the military, I don’t respect the police, I don’t respect elected officials. I’m not gonna apologize for not supporting and respecting people who willingly partake in and benefit from oppressive, violent systems.
Kate Beaton’s comics are always a winner, god I love her Chopin & Liszt minis.
Episode 13: Unafraid of the Dark, Cosmos: A SpaceTime Odyssey