I had my hair up in a double-twist bun for the last two days thanks to the NC humidity, and now that I’ve taken the clips out it’s hanging in these really soft ringlets and just the way it wants to hold the twisty shape is giving it the head-poof-volume of a french braid

so now I’m sitting here at 12:30 am like “I wonder if I have enough hair to french braid?”

but I don’t actually know how to french braid my own hair, and I probably don’t have enough hair anyway, and oh yeah I have work in the morning and I haven’t even unpacked from NC and I’m seriously missing the last person whose hair I french braided because it has been way too long since everything and

idk everything just hurts okay

why can I not stay awake at 5pm, but midnight rolls around and I want to read all the things

an extremely nerdy complaint

False cognates piss me off!

I was talking about dinosaurs earlier today, and I made a joke about the ironic name of “brachiosaurus”. My dad didn’t get it, so I started trying to explain… “you know, ‘brachy-’ like the Greek root for ‘short’… but a brachiosaurus is a very long dinosaur…” and he just kind of looked at me and then turned up the music.

So then I come home and I’m looking up info about brachiosauridae online and it turns out that its name actually etymologically derives from the Greek βραχιον (“brachion”, arm) instead of the Greek βραχύς (“brachys”, short).

So then I go looking for etymological origins of brachion vs brachys to see if they might be cognates, and of course dictionaries have decided to be idiots and give the etymology of a Greek word as a Latin word (even though Greek was around long enough prior to Latin that the Latin alphabet was derived from the Greek alphabet?)… so I have no idea how to even proceed.

Damn languages and their complexities and history shrouded in vagaries! (Anyone happen to have more insight on this than I do?)

readalfa
theotherjax:

hideakiohno:

Casual reminder that in one of Leonardo da Vinci’s many notebooks containing innumerable artistic and scientific sketches and notes of incomprehensible important, there is a sketch of two penises with legs and tails walking towards a crudely drawn anus.
The sketch was most likely done by Leonardo’s apprentice Salai, who was not only very likely one of Leonardo’s lovers, but who was also infamously mischievous. Better yet, the anus is literally labeled “Salai.”
So either Salai drew these while Leonardo wasn’t looking just to annoy his boyfriend, or Leonardo himself put actual time and energy into drawing these. Either way, the human race is truly blessed to have made such a discovery.
There are dick drawings like the ones you see on desks in school in Leonardo da Vinci’s notebooks. Please cherish this information.

In the midst of exploring Renaissance Italy history for reasons, I have found a wonder.

theotherjax:

hideakiohno:

Casual reminder that in one of Leonardo da Vinci’s many notebooks containing innumerable artistic and scientific sketches and notes of incomprehensible important, there is a sketch of two penises with legs and tails walking towards a crudely drawn anus.

The sketch was most likely done by Leonardo’s apprentice Salai, who was not only very likely one of Leonardo’s lovers, but who was also infamously mischievous. Better yet, the anus is literally labeled “Salai.”

So either Salai drew these while Leonardo wasn’t looking just to annoy his boyfriend, or Leonardo himself put actual time and energy into drawing these. Either way, the human race is truly blessed to have made such a discovery.

There are dick drawings like the ones you see on desks in school in Leonardo da Vinci’s notebooks. Please cherish this information.

In the midst of exploring Renaissance Italy history for reasons, I have found a wonder.

readalfa

elegantpaws:

huffingtonpost:

ONE THING YOU SHOULD NEVER CALL AN ATTRACTIVE WOMAN

There are many ways to kindly and respectfully compliment the way a woman looks. But one descriptor that should be left out of such comments? “Exotic.”

Cristen Conger of the How Stuff Works podcast, Stuff Mom Never Told You, takes on the topic of “exotic” beauty.

Watch the full video with Conger explaining how Lupita Nyong’o was “extocized” during the 2014 Oscar season here. 

My personal favourite is when they spend time and you can actually see them looking you over and you can see the brain ticking over as they try to fit you into a box. Sorry but I find it funny. Few are brave enough to come right out and say “what are you?”

The one idiot (a woman) tried it. I answered my ethnicity, but I know that is not what she was asking lolol. I enjoyed torturing her. It is actually fun.

I think too many, too often, take the stupid factor too seriously. Flip it off and move on.

My visibly-east-Asian boyfriend got asked a few times in college “what are you?” He enjoyed responding “I’m 100% native American” and waiting to see the looks on their faces as they tried to figure out how to argue…

He was born in Delaware. I mean, how much more American can you get?

juliamon

juliamon:

calliecucumber:

jkcrystalpower:

The more I look at my ex’s Facebook posts, the happier I get in regard to the end of that relationship.  

dude now that it is over i can say I FELT THIS WAY THE WHOLE TIME YOU WERE DATING.

Am I the only one who didn’t feel this way? I’m envious that he has such an attachment to something and he can share his love for it without worrying about being judged. The other fans all seem like a really supportive family and

now that I think about it, him and his COTF stuff is like me and LRR. I must annoy the fuck out of you guys. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what COTF is, but you actually post actual content about LRR (like “this video is so funny!” or “they’re doing a fundraiser!”), as compared to “(INSERT RANDOM MEANINGLESS SONG LYRIC HERE)”. Like, your content is actually somewhat interesting since it is your own content, and not just a regurgitation of something that someone else made? if that makes sense?

Plus, there’s no xkit for facebook, so I can’t blacklist random shit. If your posts bugged me I’d just blacklist that subject and no harm done. :)

readalfa
walkingthenarrowway:

i-sucked-dick-on-accident:

howtobeterrell:

imabrickshithouse:

weloveblackgirls:

I forgot to tell y’all I met a nigerian family who adopted white kids .. Everyone thought it was so obsurd , but if it was the other way around “ohhhhh my GODDD how sweet”

They’re so brave.

Bless them..those children need all the help they can get.

This is the first time in my entire life that I’ve seen black people with adopted white children

OH MY GOSH?!?!?!

This reminds me of my coworker when I was teaching, who had lived in Botswana for 15 years prior to becoming a Social Studies teacher in the US. His kids were like 10 and 8 and Botswana was the only home they’d ever known. But one of them apparently got sent to the principal’s office in the first week of school, for raising his hand when the teacher asked who in the class was African-American. Because he was white. And “African-American” doesn’t actually mean African-American these days, because our country has a seriously messed-up relationship with race.

walkingthenarrowway:

i-sucked-dick-on-accident:

howtobeterrell:

imabrickshithouse:

weloveblackgirls:

I forgot to tell y’all I met a nigerian family who adopted white kids .. Everyone thought it was so obsurd , but if it was the other way around “ohhhhh my GODDD how sweet”

They’re so brave.

Bless them..those children need all the help they can get.

This is the first time in my entire life that I’ve seen black people with adopted white children

OH MY GOSH?!?!?!

This reminds me of my coworker when I was teaching, who had lived in Botswana for 15 years prior to becoming a Social Studies teacher in the US. His kids were like 10 and 8 and Botswana was the only home they’d ever known.

But one of them apparently got sent to the principal’s office in the first week of school, for raising his hand when the teacher asked who in the class was African-American. Because he was white. And “African-American” doesn’t actually mean African-American these days, because our country has a seriously messed-up relationship with race.

readalfa

tehjai:

steel-plated-hearts:

a kid at hogwarts who just wants to get a proper education but can’t focus because of all of the shit harry potter and his friends keep getting themselves into

Jenna B. Lacey, age eleven, knew exactly what she was going to do with her life.

She was going to go to Hogwarts, get top grades, and be the youngest female Minister of Magic by age 35.

It would have been a good plan, if she hadn’t been in the same year as Harry Potter.

*   *   *   

Year one started out great. She was sorted into Hufflepuff, did well in all her classes, and aced the exams.

A troll smashed its way through the study room she was in on Halloween, but that wasn’t going to deter her. 

*   *   *   

Year two was a disaster. People were getting petrified, and worse—the teachers had to herd them from place to place, which severely cut down on her library time. She had to study in the common room, which meant instead of a nice, quiet atmosphere, she got a soundtrack of nervous Hufflepuffs.

And on top of that, exams were cancelled. It was a disaster.

*   *   *   

Third year, she started to notice a trend.

First the troll, than the petrifications, and now dementor guards and escaped convicts. What did they all have in common? Potter.

After Black broke in and everyone had to spend the night in the Great Hall, interrupting Jenna’s last minute studying for a test the next day, she took to giving Potter angry looks in every class.

He did not notice.

*   *   *   

They announced the Triwizard tournament at dinner the first night of fourth year, and Jenna almost started crying.

Potter was going to take this one over. She just knew it.

And she was right.

Voldemort rose at the end of the year. She honestly didn’t know what she had expected.

*   *   *    

Fifth year brought Umbridge. She joined the DA because she was going to need a better background in defense, but that didn’t mean she was any happier about Potter.

She imagined it was him she was hexing instead of Zachariah Smith.

But, by the end of the year, focus on her studies was impossible. After Dumbledore left, it was complete anarchy.

Potter’s fault. Of course.

*   *   *   

Sixth year she started volunteering in the hospital wing. She needed a backup plan in case Potter fucked it up.

All seemed quiet, until they brought Malfoy in. It was apparently Potter’s fault, which surprised everyone except Jenna.

Later, she was peacefully studying in a little nook on the third floor when some Death Eaters and some other adults started dueling right under her nose.

This was the worst fucking school, honestly.

*   *   *   

They were calling it “The Final Battle.”

Jenna ran through the hall, dodging in and out of the children evacuating, until she saw him. 

“POTTER.”

He turned, startled. “Um—Jenna, right? We’re sort of busy—”

She grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him up until he was eye level with her. “If I’m not Minister of Magic by age 35, it is going to be entirely your fault and I’m going to hurt you.”

She dropped him and stormed away, leaving him to whatever he was doing. She had to fight this goddamn war so she could go back to her fucking studying.

*   *   *   

She became Minister of Magic at age 36.

Fucking Potter.

I think I just found the best Harry Potter fanfic