One style of mounted archery was inuoumono — shooting at dogs.^[1] Buddhist priests were able to prevail upon the samurai to have the arrows padded so that the dogs were only annoyed and bruised rather than killed. This sport is no longer practiced.

concepthuman:

stop talking about tumblr as a monolithic entity that you are opposed too

destroy the idea of destroying the idea of “destroy the idea”

raggedjackscarlet:

animationfx:

twostriptechnicolor:

Animation techniques and effects from the classic era. For more vintage movie geekery, check out my Old Hollywood Special Effects, and my Early Color Film Processes posts! (And while you’re at it, take a look at my art blog, why don’t ya?)

Awesome!!

nothing makes me geek out quite like the intersection of technology and entertainment :)

sprint95:

münchen (j)

A GUIDE TO SMELLING FAMOUS I originally started this list because I was enamored with how beautiful an actress was.  My beauty would never match hers but I figured I could wear the same make up or…

for the record Serge Lutens Serge Noire, currently trying to figure a daytime scent between (Etat Libre d'Orange Fat Electrician, Annick Goutal Vetiver, and Guerlain Vetiver).

IF ONLY ANYTHING GRASSY LASTED FOR MORE THAN 20 MINUTES

new-brutalism:

Crossway United Reformed Church 2, Heygate Estate, Elephant and Castle, London, Tim Tinker, London Borough of Southwark’s Architects Department, 1967-1974

Photo: Simon Phipps

them: whatcha thinking about
me: just how terrible a series love hina was
them: me too

And what do I get? Another day older and deeper in debt… xD

jobhaver:

usairforce:

“At 13,000 feet nothing else matters.” -Author Unknown

in space, no one can hear about the war crimes that you did

war crime requires the predicate crime of losing a war, that’s why we ride out stalemates

when I learned to fly it fucked me up that it was always sunny above the clouds

Do u evr have those days where u just want 2 be a ‘writer’ but then u realize all u can rlly do is pump meaningless noise into an overcrowded medium that is just trying 2 capture information/analytix to justify their ‘reach’ despite having no actual reach/influence with real ppl?

I either flipped back to hypomanic or brewed a surprisingly strong cup of coffee after letting my caffeine tolerance lapse. Either way, effortposts incoming.

Let me take a second out of composing these effortposts to acknowledge/promo siikr, The Tumblr Search That Actually Works.

swampgallows:

arcresources:

A critique of sex positivity.

“It’s as if “sex-positivity” has come to mean “you must instantly and without criticism accept others’ sexual preferences and choices.” When exactly did sex become the one topic that’s above reproach among feminists?”

There’s a canonical answer - 1992, the election of Bill Clinton. The realization that while the radfem-cultural conservative alliance that followed from the political logic of the anti-sex side of the Sex Wars had produced some sound and fury but no lasting impact, the further realization in the wake of the Anita Hill hearings that the alliance had always been purely instrumental, and if a campaign that was sorta branded around “culture war” couldn’t win there wasn’t even any point to that.

Meanwhile the pro-sex side and its alliance with cultural liberalism, the residue of midcentury civil libertarianism, liberal capitalist media, and gay men (AIDS patients for the sympathy, rich suits for the power - Clinton was the HRC’s first endorsement) could claim a victory - keep in mind that after 12 years of a Republican executive, electing a Democrat - any Democrat - as president was considered a major upset.

I mean, “claim a victory” in the same sense that Boston barstoolers claim a victory when the Pats win, and “for feminism” in the sense of… feministicish promises, most explicitly of (intentionally) appointing justices who would uphold Roe v. Wade.

I mean it’s not like the anti-sex radfems went away after this, but that at this point they were no longer any threat to matter and could be safely ignored, tossed down the memory hole just in time for third-wave funfeminism to be incorporated into the civic catechism.

In other words: how Google knows where I was in the first week of June is because of people like me, who upload or back up our pictures onto the company’s servers. Letting the company play with the content they are storing for us is a sometimes tacit, sometimes explicit part of the transaction. Furthermore – time-saving convenience being the wonderful thing that it is – many, if not most, people are happy with the features that are added from time to time, which they hadn’t known they even needed. Like Auto Awesome, to which Stories is the latest addiction. One of the features of Auto Awesome can take several near-identical pictures in your collection and select the best pose and the best smile in order to produce an automated composite which just so happens to capture a moment that never existed. But who cares? It is a beautiful picture, and you’re in it.

‘Memories made easier’ is an attractive proposition. We’re talking strictly about social memory, here. This is what stories are about: sharing in our experiences and interests, so that others may know us better. But this is also how we construct our identity, socially, and has been since long before these new technologies.

I’ve been reading Giovanni Tiso’s blog for a while, and it’s not like every post is gold - Italian post-communist takes on New Zealand politics can get a little esoteric for even me - but he’s one of the more rewarding writers I follow.

More than half of the first party to reach the summit of the Matterhorn fell off the mountain on their way down, by all accounts because they brought along a friend who was completely unprepared for rock climbing.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot this week.

“Huh, this tastes kinda like my mom’s banana nut bread. Like a dessicated, astronaut icecream version of my mom’s banana nut bread.”

::reads instructions::

“Add butter and microwave for 40 seconds, huh? I could see it.”

…

“Guh! How did that make it worse?”

That said, stocking the house with nothing but this would probably be a good way to get on the right “eat when hungry, however NOT eat when NOT hungry” track

In the early ‘90s, before they hit on Cold-Eeze, the family across the street was trying to get into the then-booming energy bar business. Part of this involved giving us a big cardboard box containing one of every competitor on the market and asking for our feedback. So I’ve eaten a lot worse in my day.

Inevitably, the ones that were actually nutritious tasted terrible, the ones that tasted good weren’t actually nutritious. Which is why the industry leader today, Clif, basically makes chocolate bars rendered virtuous because the wrapper is an unglossy paper bag color with pictures of people performing outdoorsmanship.

But hell, chocolate bars were the original nutrition bar, back in the pre-Green Revolution days when raw caloric deficit was the major bottleneck. Those grateful kids being tossed Hershey bars by American GIs in occupied Europe weren’t being grateful for a tasty dessert treat, they were being grateful for raw calories in famine.

twostriptechnicolor:

Creed, Colorado, 1942 (Detail).

(Library of Congress)