JESSE: EVERYTHING THAT WE KNOW AND LOVE IS REDUCIBLE TO THE ABSURD ACTS OF CHEMICALS, AND THERE IS THEREFORE NO INTRINSIC VALUE IN THIS MATERIAL UNIVERSE.
JAMES: HYPOCRITE THAT YOU ARE, FOR YOU TRUST THE CHEMICALS IN YOUR BRAIN TO TELL YOU THEY ARE CHEMICALS. ALL KNOWLEDGE IS ULTIMATELY BASED ON THAT WHICH WE CANNOT PROVE. WILL YOU FIGHT? OR WILL YOU PERISH LIKE A HERDIER?
For some reason it’s acceptable for people to point out that I have no sense of humor but unacceptable for me to point out that they’re actually just way too dumb to understand my dry wit
everything about this… this statue, the choppy waves, the cliffs behind her, the echo, the drumming….. aesthetic
Lyrics in Faroese:
Trøllabundin eri eg eri eg Galdramaður festi meg festi meg Trøllabundin djúpt í míni sál í míni sál Í hjartanum logar brennandi bál brennandi bál
Trøllabundin eri eg eri eg Galdramaður festi meg festi meg Trøllabundin inn í hjartarót í hjartarót Eyga mítt festist har ið galdramaður stóð
English translation:
Spellbound am I, am I The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me Spellbound deep in my soul, in my soul In my heart burns a smouldering fire, smouldering fire
Spellbound am I, am I The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me Spellbound in my heart’s root, my heart’s root
Unsure where this came from, if not the palsied hands of the good Lord himself.
Simple premise: Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” slipped from 45 to 33 rpm. Nothing more; no studio trickery, no trip hop drum breaks. The guitar lopes back in and around itself. The bass becomes elastic, hot rubber. The violin stabs become sustained cello lines. The backing choir’s split harmony rattles around, slinking ghostly into the corner. And most importantly, Parton’s once-frantic vocal is transformed from bubblegum country scrawl into something approximating field holler reverence.
An already perfect song made transcendental..
Who would win in a battle for my immortal soul: the devil on his fiddle or “Jolene” at 33 RPM
I don’t know a whole lot about fursuits but from what i can tell they look warm and spacious which in my professional opinion makes them well suited for arctic expeditions. We should outfit an entire antarctic research team with fursuits, as a safety measure
hmmm getting a lot of flak for this one, a bunch of luddites cant handle the concept of furries reaching the south pole.. afraid of progress..
