Moscow subway entrances.
Visit here for more rare photos/videos of the glorious Moscow Metro system upon opening in the 1930s, with text by Owen Hatherley.
(vía ostalgie-ultra)
the only things i know about norway are from the times my friend made me listen to norwegian heavy metal and also the bits from hamlet with the norwegian prince at the end so i imagine yugioh as blogging from a fjord and being very Grim and Kvlt
why is ultraleftist making me do research on his last name what are you my teacher
i never even used to claim the “irish” label for myself even though my dad was born there and i have citizenship, because it’s not technically “my” country or my history, but if people like MYC are going around talking about “the irish struggle” even though they’re like 90th gen or whatever then yeah sure i’m irish
another thing that happened today was
i was waiting to take the bus and it was raining, and because i didn’t have an umbrella this woman offered to let me stand under hers. so i did. and then she leaned in really conspiratorially and whispered, “are you irish? because you look irish”
and i thought she meant like, ethnically irish (which i am) so i said yes??? and then she said “oh what part?” so i told her…and then she asked “when did you come to america?” and like??? i should have just told her then and there that i’d misunderstood her question because i was born in the US
instead i invented this convoluted origin story about my family leaving ireland and coming to the united states and moving to boston??? and then she offered to find me work at a shop because “we irish have to stick together against the english here”…
how do i get myself into these situations
i went into barnes & noble today and that horrible book the female brain was there. in the fiction section.
a popular phrase men use to shoot down a woman who uses any intonation in her voice:
- “don’t get snippy with me”
Listen again for a few moments to depressive speech, repetitive, monotonous, or empty of meaning, inaudible even for the speaker before he or she sinks into mutism. You will note that, with melancholy persons, meaning appears to be arbitrary, or else it is elaborated with the help of much knowledge and will to mastery, but seems secondary, frozen, somewhat removed from the head and body of the person who is speaking. Or else it is from the very beginning evasive, uncertain, deficient, quasi mutistic: “one” speaks to you already convinced that the words are wrong and therefore “one” speaks carelessly, “one” speaks without believing it.
Julia Kristeva, Black Sun
