Nov. 10th, 2017

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oh nooo i was about to go to bed and then this lil cat body plunked itself down on my lap and started Bathtime. 

i can’t relocate the lil cat bod. she is so warm and soft and busy licking her entire self. it would be so Rude if I moved her. 

i am stuck here and might die.
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It kinda blew my mind to learn today that “thou” was actually an informal form, and “you/ye” was the fancy one

Now whenever I see “thou” I read it in a tone kinda like “y’all” in tumblr posts and like… 1600s bible verses were supposed to be perfectly frank, not stilted. this changes everything………..

“Thou” was also a verb, meaning to use the words “thou/thee” to address someone. As Sir Edward Coke reportedly said to Sir Walter Raleigh in 1603:

I thou thee, thou traitor!

(The fanfic practically writes itself.)

“You” as the formal is why it’s “your Honor” and “your Highness/Grace/Majesty” in traditional address, too!

What confuses people, I think, is that we’ve really only preserved “thou” in use in some of the iconic Christian prayers. Hallowed be Thy name, it goes, even the Catholic version, which, we only switched to English at Vatican II (mid-1960s), so we generally use modern English. Except for that one.

And it fucks up modern people, I think, to imagine that it’s the informal. But that was how it worked– even though you capitalize the pronoun, when you’re speaking to a divinity, you use the intimate. It’s not like speaking to a king. Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee / blessed art thou / fruit of thy womb.

That’s the informal. But, to modern sensibilities, it doesn’t sound like it should be. It’s super-formal language overall, and we assume the pronoun must be super formal because of it.

But we don’t natively remember having informal and formal second person, so we don’t intuitively know it anymore; we don’t know that you pray to an intimate.

I didn’t understand it until I studied Spanish in junior high.  

(IDK non-Christians might have had different experiences, but I can’t readily think of anywhere else you routinely encounter it. And honestly I don’t know if some denominations have totally modernized everything including the Lord’s prayer etcetera. Help me out, do Protestants give a shit about Mary? Or only the really incense-y ones? Nvm thanks Wikipedia says y’all only sort of do. Anyhoo.)
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I️ love that glass bud vase photo. Superb lighting.

Thanks! I love it too, though as I was looking at it, it’s not exactly a great advertisement for the kind of arrangements we can do.

But this wedding, man– we’d made like, five dozen bouquets, and we show up, “the bride has her own vases”, we’re like no problem, and we get there and the tables are set and they all have… like… six or seven… vases on them, and some of them have neck openings like… well, the vase in that picture… 

I’m gonna post it again because I like it so much. 

That’s not a vase, though. That’s a motherfucking… oil cruet. There’s room for like five stems in there. We’ve made twenty-stem bouquets, mostly. 

So we had to lay out all the bouquets, take them apart, and put them back together to spread them out among all the vases on these tables.

We did, and it was fun, but it was also hours of work, and hours of work the previous day wasted, and from that we learned. If “the bride has her own vases” she has to BRING THEM TO US and we will arrange into them, assign them numbers, pull the bouquets back out to store in buckets with numbers attached, and then send them back to the site. We can’t do that kind of thing sight unseen. (And in fact, the next wedding, that’s just what we did.)

Here’s what one of the tables looked like, and if you really look, there’s a big vase, a bottle, a little vase, a bud vase, a Mason jar, it’s like– I don’t know how that was gonna work with premade bouquets.

The other thing my sister’s had great luck with is DIY Flower Buckets, where she’ll harvest you a couple of buckets, so many stems of flowers and so many stems of fillers, and it’s a flat fee and you just come get the buckets and then go arrange your own damn bouquets. (If you want to get into  flower arranging, that’s your like #1 rule: you need fillers, which sounds like they’re not cool, but those are your green stuff and your cool shapes and they make your flowers stand out way more than other flowers would. We love using herbs for filler; lemon basil, for example, makes your bouquets wonderfully fragrant.)

A lot of her clients’ aesthetic is pretty openly “make this look like I feasibly could have done this myself”, which is literally what one lady said– she wasn’t going to try to fool anybody, she just didn’t want a table full of hothouse flowers clearly flown in from Bolivia– and sometimes people love to call this aesthetic “wildflowers” but my sister can’t help growlingly pointing out that there is nowhere in this climate zone where zinnias are going to spontaneously erupt beside the road. Some of the fillers, yeah, we collect from the meadows on the farm, but every one of those damn flowers was started from seed and almost certainly transplanted out and trimmed at least weekly and weeded and staked and so on. 

I think she *should* maybe branch out and grow some more exotic flowers; I want her to take over part of the greenhouse and do some super-early starts, do some wildly out of zone fancy flowers, and such. But that’s just because I want them, not because it makes financial or aesthetic sense. She’s not going to do that, though her long-term goal is to get her own hoophouse (not shared with veggies) and move her season forward enough to have bouquets at market for Mother’s Day. (Valentine’s Day is a pipe dream.) 
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It was in 1983 that I heard the distinguished Greek Orthodox historian Aristeides Papadakis casually remark in a lecture at the University of Maryland that the earliest Christians were “communists.” In those days, the Cold War was still casting its great glacial shadow across the cultural landscape, and so enough of a murmur of consternation rippled through the room that Professor Papadakis — who always spoke with severe precision — felt obliged to explain that he meant this in the barest technical sense: They lived a common life and voluntarily enjoyed a community of possessions. The murmur subsided, though not necessarily the disquiet.

Not that anyone should have been surprised. If the communism of the apostolic church is a secret, it is a startlingly open one. Vaguer terms like “communalist” or “communitarian” might make the facts sound more palatable but cannot change them. The New Testament’s Book of Acts tells us that in Jerusalem the first converts to the proclamation of the risen Christ affirmed their new faith by living in a single dwelling, selling their fixed holdings, redistributing their wealth “as each needed” and owning all possessions communally. This was, after all, a pattern Jesus himself had established: “Each of you who does not give up all he possesses is incapable of being my disciple” (Luke 14:33).

This was always something of a scandal for the Christians of later ages, at least those who bothered to notice it. And today in America, with its bizarre piety of free enterprise and private wealth, it is almost unimaginable that anyone would adopt so seditious an attitude. Down the centuries, Christian culture has largely ignored the more provocative features of the early church or siphoned off their lingering residues in small special communities (such as monasteries and convents). Even when those features have been acknowledged, they have typically been treated as somehow incidental to the Gospel’s message — a prudent marshaling of resources against a hostile world for a brief season, but nothing essential to the faith, and certainly nothing amounting to a political philosophy.

It’s true, of course, that the early church was not a political movement in the modern sense. The very idea would have been meaningless. There were no political ideologies in the ancient world, no abstract programs for the reconstitution of society. But if not a political movement, the church was a kind of polity, and the form of life it assumed was not merely a practical strategy for survival, but rather the embodiment of its highest spiritual ideals. Its “communism” was hardly incidental to the faith.

The early church’s radicalism, if that is the right word, was impressed upon me repeatedly over the past few years, as I worked on my own translation of the New Testament for Yale University Press. When my longtime editor initially proposed the project, I foolishly imagined it would be an easy task: not because the text is a simple one, but because I had often “corrected” what I considered inadequate renderings of many of its passages, either for students or for myself. I assumed that long familiarity had prepared me to turn the Greek into English almost effortlessly.

Soon, though, I realized that while I may have known many things about the text, I had not always grasped them properly. I knew that much of the conventional language of scriptural translation has the effect of reducing complex and difficult words and concepts to vacuously simple or deceptively anachronistic terms (“eternal,” “hell,” “justification,” to give a few examples). But I had not appreciated how violently those conventions impoverish the text or obscure crucial dimensions of its conceptual world. The books of the New Testament, I came to see, constitute a historical conundrum — not because they come from the remote world of late antiquity, but rather because they often appear to make no sense even in the context of antiquity.

I found myself constantly in doubt, in particular, regarding various constructions concerning words dealing with that which is “koinon,” or “common,” and most especially the texts’ distinctive emphasis on “koinonia.” This is a word usually rendered blandly as “fellowship” or “sharing” or (slightly better) “communion.” But is that all it implies?

After all, the New Testament’s condemnations of personal wealth are fairly unremitting and remarkably stark: Matthew 6:19-20, for instance (“Do not store up treasures for yourself on the earth”), or Luke 6:24-25 (“But alas for you who are rich, for you have your comfort”) or James 5:1-6 (“Come now, you who are rich, weep, howling out at the miseries that are coming for you”). While there are always clergy members and theologians swift to assure us that the New Testament condemns not wealth but its abuse, not a single verse (unless subjected to absurdly forced readings) confirms the claim.

I came to the conclusion that koinonia often refers to a precise set of practices within the early Christian communities, a special social arrangement — the very one described in Acts — that was integral to the new life in Christ. When, for instance, the Letter to the Hebrews instructs believers not to neglect koinonia, or the First Letter to Timothy exhorts them to become koinonikoi, this is no mere recommendation of personal generosity, but an invocation of a very specific form of communal life.

As best we can tell, local churches in the Roman world of the apostolic age were essentially small communes, self-sustaining but also able to share resources with one another when need dictated. This delicate web of communes constituted a kind of counter-empire within the empire, one founded upon charity rather than force — or, better, a kingdom not of this world but present within the world nonetheless, encompassing a radically different understanding of society and property.

It was all much easier, no doubt — this nonchalance toward private possessions — for those first generations of Christians. They tended to see themselves as transient tenants of a rapidly vanishing world, refugees passing lightly through a history not their own. But as the initial elation and expectations of the Gospel faded and the settled habits of life in this depressingly durable world emerged anew, the distinctive practices of the earliest Christians gave way to the common practices of the established order.

Even then, however, the transition was not quite as abrupt as one might imagine. Well into the second century, the pagan satirist Lucian of Samosata reported that Christians viewed possessions with contempt and owned all property communally. And the Christian writers of Lucian’s day largely confirm that picture: Justin Martyr, Tertullian and the anonymous treatise known as the Didache all claim that Christians must own everything in common, renounce private property and give their wealth to the poor. Even Clement of Alexandria, the first significant theologian to argue that the wealthy could be saved if they cultivated “spiritual poverty,” still insisted that ideally all goods should be held in common.

As late as the fourth and fifth centuries, bishops and theologians as eminent as Basil the Great, Gregory of Nyssa, Ambrose of Milan, Augustine and Cyril of Alexandria felt free to denounce private wealth as a form of theft and stored riches as plunder seized from the poor. The great John Chrysostom frequently issued pronouncements on wealth and poverty that make Karl Marx and Mikhail Bakunin sound like timid conservatives. According to him, there is but one human estate, belonging to all, and those who keep any more of it for themselves than barest necessity dictates are brigands and apostates from the true Christian enterprise of charity. And he said much of this while installed as Archbishop of Constantinople.

That such language could still be heard at the heart of imperial Christendom, however, suggests that it had by then lost much of its force. It could be tolerated to a degree, but only as a bracing hyperbole, appropriate to an accepted religious grammar — an idiom, that is, rather than an imperative. Christianity was ceasing to be the apocalyptic annunciation of something unprecedented and becoming just the established devotional system of its culture, offering all the consolations and reassurances that one demands of religious institutions. As time went on, the original provocation of the early church would occasionally erupt in ephemeral “purist” movements — Spiritual Franciscans, Russian non-possessors, Catholic Worker houses — but in general, Christian adherence had become chiefly just a religion, a support for life in this world rather than a radically different model of how to live.

That was unavoidable. No society as a whole will ever found itself upon the rejection of society’s chief mechanism: property. And all great religions achieve historical success by gradually moderating their most extreme demands. So it is not possible to extract a simple moral from the early church’s radicalism.

But for those of us for whom the New Testament is not merely a record of the past but a challenge to the present, it is occasionally worth asking ourselves whether the distance separating the Christianity of the apostolic age from the far more comfortable Christianities of later centuries — and especially those of the developed world today — is more than one merely of time and circumstance.
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From today’s Washington Post:

I TAKE IT BACK PROTESTANTS YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE MARY AT ALL FUCK OFF AND LEAVE HER ALONE
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last rb– I mean, I’m kidding, and what’s horrifying about the Roy Moore bullshit is not the specifics of how other Republicans are trying to downplay the fact that the man is a pedophile by various incredibly horrifyingly-reachy things like you know, saying that a 14-year-old may not have the best judgement but at least he didn’t violently hurt her so it’s okay, and like, Mary was a child bride so that’s cool too (and like, if you’re not following the story, it’s not just that one time he made out with a nearly-legal woman so long ago, it’s that not only did the Washington Post have thirty sources, but also the NYT went back through his records as a judge and he frequently ruled that statutory rapists had done nothing wrong, so like, chew on that, there’s not really any sugarcoating that) but really just the whole situation.

I just. I’m not a practicing Catholic but I’ve been thinking about it a lot, ok, and just. 

get your hands off my fucking inviolable weird cult semi-goddess ok

p.s. so 2017 is definitely the year of People Saying It Right Out Loud There, isn’t it? Christian fundamentalism is obsessed with “morals” but now we’re just saying right out loud that “morals” really means “patriarchal control of society”, and so a man can rape his daughters if he wants because they’re his property, it’s nothing to do with sexual continence, it’s 100% control. 

At least we’re saying it out loud now??? 
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so I’m not getting a lot of writing done because I’m mostly Avoiding Writing The New Thing That Wants Me To Write It (and honestly, genuinely doing a lot of idle worldbuilding in my head until I chew enough to uncover the bones of the story I want to tell, I should talk about that but it’s hard to explain), but I do have one awesome line I just have to share.

Because of course I’m still noodling away on Lost Kings and the other SW-related stuff, all in small bits, line by line, but– 

But he wasn’t going to try to explain that to her. Except maybe nonverbally, which was what he was trying to do just now.

As methods of communication went, cunnilingus wasn’t the most articulate, but it was pretty direct.

I dunno, I’m pretty proud of that one, LOL. 
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Hours of Louis de Laval, France ca. 1480

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