Last night I dreamed that I lost a leg but I was like ‘so WHAT? Big deal!!’ and then I started bounding around like a cartoon gazelle on my one leg and I was like, ‘I think I like walking EVEN MORE now with my one fucking leg!!’
Please visit the museum’s site (through the link) for better quality pictures, you’ll see much more detail. I’ve just copied the thumbnails here to get more attention, and to have something to show if the museum changes its website.
The Inuit, the original inhabitants of Greenland, used to make creatures called ‘tupilak’ which were meant to cause disaster to others. In a series of four drawings from 1934, the Greenland artist Kavkajik Kȃrale Andreassen, Kȃrale in short, shows us how this worked.
1. In the foreground, an old woman is sitting on a rock. She is jealous of the young married couple with whom she lives in the tent, the man being a great hunter. In the distance, we see him just returning with three large seals behind his kayak, his wife walking toward him from the tent. The old woman, seated at a child’s grave, is preparing calamitous means for making a tupilak; she’s holding a piece of flesh from a corpse in her hand and a skull lies at the right of her feet.
2. The old woman places the piece of flesh in the entrance of the tent, so that the hunter will tread on it while entering, which may bring him misfortune, perhaps even death. However, the hunter has hidden himself behind a piece of rock and sees what the woman is up to.
3. The tupilak made by the woman is comprised of a human skull, a gull’s body, a raven’s paw and a dog’s paw. In the background, we see the young married couple leaving, feeling no longer safe after what the man has seen. The small horn on the hood of the man’s anorak is intended to keep away evil. It indicates that he has certain supernatural qualities giving him power over supernatural creatures, such as the tupilak. This causes the tupilak to look the other way, failing to notice the married couple.
4. Here we see the dramatic ending: the tupilak has killed the old woman remaining behind alone. When a tupilak encounters a much stronger adversary, as was the case here, it will turn against its maker, who will then be irretrievably lost.
“A few years ago while exploring the west coast of Greenland, we followed a fisherman in a kayak into a hidden fiord and discovered a village hitherto unknown to the expedition crew. We were welcomed ashore by the local community and allowed to explore, taking photos of, among other things, the village with its picturesque cemetery in the foreground. We met the schoolteacher and the conversation about the cemetery turned to the quandary the community faces each year. With the ground frozen solid for eight months of the year, graves can only be dug during the thaw of the summer, at which time the community has to ponder: how many graves will we need to dig to get us through the winter?”—
i can’t deal with you if you got too many pictures of yourself making the exact same face from the same angle.
i think this was confusing for some reason
i didn’t mean i can’t handle you if you’ve EVER taken more than one picture of yourself from your “good side” — i mean, if i open up your blog archive or instagram or whatever and it is almost entirely a tiled mosaic of one photograph of you with slightly different backgrounds, i want to know what your problem is.
so now i’m going to say that no, i am not a feminist, i believe that i personally should not have a say in our government, i should have restricted social freedoms, and i shouldn’t have access to or control over money, on the basis that i have a vagina. is that about what you expected me to say? is that really like a pretty satisfying answer that seemed to you to be a realistic option?
sigh. i mean, i realize that anti-feminist thought USUALLY involves, for instance, keeping clinton out of the white house because she might have PMS one day and start a holocaust. but, a) you KNOW anon is asking about an underground hoard of hairy pierced and tatted mongoloids who chop dicks off and paint their exploits in period blood on their cave walls, and b) you know anon ALSO believes in women’s rights like abortion because he definitely thinks some chick is going to give him the chance to knock her up some day, after his balls drop.
Oh god, THIS question. No, Harris believes that unlike men, women shouldn’t be allowed to vote, drive, read, write or have jobs, and that if a woman is upset, it’s because her uterus is wandering untethered all over the inside of her body. You understand that that’s the “no” answer to being a feminist, right? Or else, gimme your dictionary if it says that feminism is DIFFERENT from the belief in equal rights between the sexes. You’ve seen a dictionary before, right?
i watched THE PUNK SINGER a couple times and really loved it. i didn’t come up on that music, even though i like a lot of it, but i’d always been kind of skeptical of (what i knew about) riot grrrl until i saw that movie. specifically, i found the lolita-ish fashions and sexual affections kind of suspicious — like, we’re supposed to be escaping from shady patriarchal sexual ideas, aren’t we, why are we up in these babydoll dresses and pigtails and shit?
i knew that there were lots of responses to that question — that it’s ironic, that celebrating your sexiness for your own satisfaction is as important as liberating yourself from the obligation to be sexy, etc — but i never really got any satisfaction until i saw THE PUNK SINGER. i wish i could remember who says this, but i really liked this comment about how a lot of participators in riot grrrl had had their childhood co-opted, either by oppressive social standards or by actual sexual exploitation, so this little girl-oriented pageantry was sort of about reclaiming what was lost.
1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now? 2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? 3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? 4: Do you find it easy to trust others? 5: What were you doing at 11PM last night? 6:…
these are what i’m talking about, in case i’m being opaque. also IS THIS THE LONGEST ONE? IF THERE’S A LONGER ONE SHOW ME IT.
It’s truly staggering how many people act like preteen girls on quizilla or some shit.
what’s really weird to me is that if the blogger either chooses the #s post to reblog, or writes the questions themselves, it indicates that they already have this body of things they want to talk about and have answers for — but they want someone else to ask, for other people to pretend to have become spontaneously curious. i guess i understand the temptation, but i just can’t commit, it’s too absurd.