Close Ups Of The Arrows. I Painted Dial Rods And Tore Apart Feathers Them Glued Them On To Make These.

@zaxawesome, look, it's me.

things you need to know when talking to me:

i talk really fast

i mumble

sometimes i talk really fast and mumble at the same time

sometimes the words from my head don’t transfer right to my mouth so i sometimes just speak nonsense and im the only one who gets what im saying

have fun trying to understand me

i repeat stories a lot bc nothing interesting happens to me but i want to be validated

So over on Reddit this happened:

And collectively everyone was like: hey we love this tiny child, please do take him to a public candle lighting and show him the Rugrats special and here's our fave chanukah kids books and some songs and play a little dreidel and here's some kindergartner activities you can printout or color, also through the power of Jewish geography here's a potentially nearby Jewish bakery with sufganiyot stocked up for him, and also a recipe for if you want to sneak veggies into some latkes.

He's five and has permission. ADORABLE.

(and don't mind me wanting to cry because this was me at age 5 and now I'm Jewish lol)

If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber (don’t question my weirdness)

Lol who is this

DIIIISSSSSNNNEEEEYYYY

So I'm going to Disney on Wednesday. I may post pictures or videos for you guys but for the most part I will not be on I'm gonna try to get my Friday letter in but we'll see what happens. I will be mostly inactive from the 6th to the 11th though. Sorry, guys! This is my first time at Disney and I'm soooo excited!

Kapsai region, Lithuania

I'm having a hard idea coming up with an exact point, but I want to talk a bit about my field of expertise. I have a master's degree in history and work in a museum. I know so many people who are leaving the museum field (or who never got in) because it's extremely underfunded so people are overworked and underpaid. Budgets are precarious so most people are working contract to contract because institutions simply can't commit to hiring people permanently. MANY museums have one person doing the work of 3-5 people and they're making little over minimum wage. Burnout is a huge issue.

I hit the jackpot when I snagged a permanent full time position in a museum with a relatively healthy workplace culture. I make just enough to make ends meet and pay my student loans, and that's more than I can say for most of the people my age I know in the museum field.

But people constantly complain that our museum is only open 8 hours a day, six days a week, that we don't offer more public programs, that we don't have more exhibit changes. Meanwhile our budget, which comes from the government, has been status quo for almost a decade. That means we have the same budget now as we did ten years ago, even as the cost of utilities, staff, insurance, everything had increased. My museum is running on what is essentially a skeleton staff. We need 12 more people to have a comfortable distribution of duties and 23 to reach our full potential. (We have 24 permanent staff so we essentially need to double our work force).

People want their museums (and their libraries and art galleries and many other institutions) to offer endless, cutting edge services but they aren't willing to pay a small tax hike to fund them. People honestly think it's perfectly reasonable to expect a museum to expand its services when its budget has essentially been cut every year for a decade.

Museum exhibits and programs don't appear out of thin air. They take weeks, months, sometimes years of research, writing, conservation work, graphic design, and community consultations. Before they even start to be installed! The people behind each of these parts have specialized education and training. And most of them are making a bit over minimum wage if they're lucky.

People work in museums because we're passionate about them, but that doesn't pay the bills! People love their local museums until it's time to fund them. People love to complain about what their museum isn't offering but grumble and groan when a museum tries to fundraise from its community.

Basically if you want cultural institutions in your community you need to support them! If you can't donate, visit! TONS of museum grants are based on the number of feet through the door. If a local museum admission fee is too high for you to access, find out which level of government funds it and write to that representative. (Also see if your museum has days with reduced or free admission or if you can rent a membership from your local library, libraries renting out memberships to museums and galleries is becoming more and more common).

This is a very winding post and idk what I was aiming for but I needed to get it out.

Tombstones of Ancient Roman Dogs

Aeolidis tumulum festivae cerne catellae, quam dolui inmodice raptam mihi praepete fato.

Behold the tomb of Aeolis, the cheerful little dog, whose loss to fleeting fate pained me beyond measure.

Raeda[r]um custos numquam latravit inepte. nunc silet et cineres vindicat um- bra suos.

This guard of the coaches never barked unsuitably. Now he is silent and his shade protects his ashes.

Quam dulcis fuit ista quam benigna quae cum viveret in sinu iacebat somni conscia semper et cubilis o factum male Myia quod peristi latrares modo si quis adcubaret rivalis dominae licentiosa o factum male Myia quod peristi altum iam tenet insciam sepulcrum nec sevire potes nec insilire nec blandis mihi morsib(us) renides.

How sweet and friendly she was! While she was alive she used to lie in the lap, always sharing sleep and bed. What a shame, Midge, that you have died! You would only bark if some rival took the liberty of lying up against your mistress. What a shame, Midge, that you have died! The depths of the grave now hold you and you know nothing about it. You cannot go wild nor jump on me, and you do not bare your teeth at me with bites that do not hurt.

Portavi lacrimis madidus te nostra catella, quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus. ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis osculla mille nec poteris collo grata cubare meo. tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis, morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam; perdidimus quales, hei mihi, delicias. tu dulcis, Patrice, nostras attingere mensas consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos, lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus, accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter

Bedewed with tears I have carried you, our little dog, as in happier circumstances I did fifteen years ago. So now, Patrice, you will no longer give me a thousand kisses, nor will you be able to lie affectionately round my neck. You were a good dog, and in sorrow I have placed you in a marble tomb, and I have united you forever to myself when I die. You readily matched a human with your clever ways; alas, what a pet we have lost! You, sweet Patrice, were in the habit of joining us at table and fawningly asking for food in our lap, you were accustomed to lick with your greedy tongue the cup which my hands often held for you and regularly to welcome your tired master with wagging tail.

Source: Electronic Archive of Greek and Latin Epigraphy

Happy Hanukkah!

And happy birthday Ozzy!

I decided I needed angst so here it is. It’s after the third partition of Poland when she still believed that Poland was dead.

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{In shaky handwriting, a mix between Polish and Russian with a few tear spots on the paper}

Dear Pol,

I need you. I hurt so much. My head is so fuzzy. My hand is shaking, though you can probably tell from my handwriting. Oh my God- you know I don’t say that often. I just can’t think of anything better to say. Russia had me spend from dawn to noon shoveling the animal waste. Afterwards was moving these heavy things then cleaning then cooking dinner for everyone. After that I had to clean up the stables again. I can’t remember the last time I ate. I can’t get rid of the smell. Please. Please don’t be dead. I’m losing hope. My head is so fuzzy. I feel like I’m forgetting who I am. I feel like I’m becoming a mindless servant. Please. Please don’t be dead. I need you please don’t be dead.

Your wife,

Gabi

I JSUT SCROLLED DOWN AND SAW YOU DON'T LIKE THE CHAIN ANON THINGS I'M SORRY AAAAAAAAAAAA

IT'S OKAY I APPRECIATE YOUR APOLOGY I SAW IT AT AN OKAY TIME.