Ariel
@sycoraxpine
Reader, amateur beekeeper, theatregoer, prof, chicken enthusiast, perpetually novice aerialist, feeder of two cats and one small (human) dragon
The hypocrisy and vacuity of these scholars (including a prominent ethicist) standing in judgement of the intellectual rigour of all of the humanities is completely maddening. Hiding their evidence! Relying on LLMs to do their research! Just completely dishonest. www.chronicle.com/article/insi...
New friend (only to be loved at a distance) in our garden (spotted by my 11yo)
These reactions (I have them too -we have to be willing to examine them!) tell on the internalized conservatism and toxic individualism we are carrying around. We shame people who consistently practice our values in the long term, because they make us feel bad about our own choices/compromises.
At the Old Vic tonight. Would you believe that I have taught OEDIPUS dozens of times and never seen it staged?
#1 John Vasquez Mejias’s visually stunning THE PUERTO-RICAN WAR: A GRAPHIC HISTORY January 2025 #BooksIRead 💙📚👀
I am begging Canadians not to use the hateful, xenophobic rhetoric of Trumpism to characterize an entire people because the hatefulness of Trumpism has made you rightfully angry. PLENTY OF AMERICANS are doing things to protest and resist. Nothing good comes from erasing that.
Anyway, lest you think I am anything but filled with rage and dread and pro-Canadian fervoUr about the consequences of Trump’s Canada policy, I am not. We drove across the border and back home to NS with great relief. This was the last thing we saw before leaving Maine. (CW: racist emblem)
It’s scary watching Trump’s fascism feed this sort of prejudice in Canada. I know plenty of Americans who actively oppose the threats of annexation, tariffs, insults, everything. We don’t have to speak in the absolutes of “none” and “all of you” that amount to bigotry, xenophobia, erasure.
We're in my hometown of Washington, DC, and I've developed a sudden hunger to read Hett's THE DEATH OF DEMOCRACY: HITLER'S RISE TO POWER AND THE DOWNFALL OF THE WEIMAR REPUBLIC. I'll leave you to discern why.
Behold the tiny candle we have wrought with our entire year’s harvest of beeswax! (No judgment on the dirty glass of the candle holder. One task per sabbatical day, max.)
Finally finished Eliza Haywood’s LOVE IN EXCESS (in which a poor gallant is besieged by the effect his own attractions have on every woman he encounters) last night, so now I’m on to Sir Walter Scott’s IVANHOE, which opens with a mini linguistics lesson and a convo between a jester and a swineherd.
We have the loveliest libraries in Halifax. Went to mark papers in the endless sky facing Citadel Hill, thanks to the gravity-defying top floor of the Halifax Central Library.
It is really enjoyable to be on the emotional rollercoaster of this novel with the previous marginalian, undoubtedly a student.
The hero (the odious D’elmont, who makes the rakes of the Restoration stage look like tender feminists) has me so enraged that my marginal notes have gone from exclaiming “My good dude, no” to telling the previous reader “this is not *almost*a r*pe scene - it just *is* one” … 💙📚👀
I’m reading, very slowly, Eliza Haywood’s 1719-20 novel LOVE IN EXCESS, and not only am I engaged in a constant marginalia-dialogue with the last person to write in this book - a stranger - but my own notes are taking on the air of social media posts and reactions. + 💙📚👀
This BOOK OF THREE passage in which the Fair Folk justify not getting involved *yet* in the fight against cruelty and evil is a WHOLE post-election mood. [Stage whisper: Fellow white voters, *we’re* the Fair Folk here.] 💙📚👀
I’ve been reading THE BOOK OF THREE (1964) with my daughter for the first time since I was a child and declared myself weepingly in love with one of the characters. Do I remember which character? Reader, I do not! #Eilonwy4eva 💙📚👀
I’ve been staying at Rudyard Kipling’s house in Vermont this week, weirdly. At one of the local bookstores, I couldn’t resist this tiny 1826 volume of Robbie Burns for $7.50. It’s smaller than my hand. 💙📚
I am sick in Rudyard Kipling’s bedroom (?!?!) in Vermont, but my partner went auroramad last night, and I am reaping the photographic benefits.