The imperial residence of Baiae. A statue of Antonia the Lesser, mother of Emperor Claudius.
The nymphaeum of Emperor Claudius. Statue dedicated to Baio, the helmsman of Ulysses, in the submerged nymphaeum of Emperor Claudius, at a maximum depth of 5 meters.
The party town trail.
Baiae
was the vacation spot for the rich and noble of ancient Rome. In the Archaeological Museum of Campi Flegrei there are many memorabilia of that time, samples of its former opulence. It was a destination for large parties and also a thermal city, the result of volcanic activity in the area. During the twenty centuries that have passed since then, much of the site has sunk between 4 and 10 m. It is believed that around 50% of the built surface is under the sea.
Mosaics from Villa Protiro. Villa Protiro -so called because it had a columned portico in front of the entrance door- is one of the many villae maritimae (maritime village) integrated into ancient Baiae.
Mosaics in the Lacus Baianus area, where we find the imposing remains of two villas.
I feel like if humans swallowed rocks like birds do to help grind up food we’d have so much fun with it.
Can just imagine all the girlies on tiktok going “I know this is a bit controversial but I honestly love using limestone as a gastrolith. Not only can you readily forage it but they are just so pretty when smoothed out after regurgitating them”
and then all the comments would be like “ girl 😭 😭 calcite dissolves in stomach acid!! Just use quartz if you want a pretty gastrolith like 💀”
I like this site. Y’all just shotgunning counterfactual timelines
Cringe started as a verb describing a physical reaction, i.e.: “I cringe when I see [x].”
Modern slang has turned cringe into an adjective describing anything to which a person might have such a reaction.
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This shift in language is illustrative of a shift in culture.
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For a while there, in the early 2000s, there was this big sex positivity movement and we talked openly about kink and queer sexuality and creating a culture of consent that broke away from traditional conservative ideas of moral respectability.
And now we are in the midst of this giant purity culture backlash, this giant push for rigid conformity all over the internet. Anything that deviates from the norm even remotely is ridiculed.
And this cultural shift is perfectly encapsulated in this singular linguistic shift, this verb becoming a noun.
The Revenge of the Pearl Clutchers
That’s what “cringing” is. It’s pearl clutching.
When the pearl clutchers turned cringe into an adjective, they turned a reaction into an accusation. The pearl clutchers don’t want to take responsibility for their own kneejerk emotions. They want to blame YOU.
They are saying, “My disgust isn’t the fault of my own backwards prejudices. It is YOU who are inherently disgusting. My inability to cope with even the slightest deviation from norm is not the problem here. YOUR refusal to rigidly conform is the problem. I am not the one who is cringing. YOU are the one who is cringe.”
Fuck hostile architecture, I want unhostile architecture. I want benches to be designed to be as easy as possible to sleep on. I want little places for pigeons to nest to be purposefully put on buildings. I want people designing public spaces to think about what they’d be like to skateboard on. I want “Please loiter” signs. I want people to be kind. I want…
The inherent violence of buildings you have known being destroyed. I’m not saying this from an activism perspective, I’m talking about the shock to the system and the incomprehensible nature of a whole building simply not existing anymore. Rooms that you will be unable to visit again or make more memories in. It’s like a death. And we very rarely hold funerals for it. Am I making sense? I feel like i’m going crazy
minos was such a pussy. if my wife gave birth to an epic minotaur baby i wouldn’t have locked him in a labyrinth. i would have taken him to the mcdonalds play place (athens) every day and let him eat as many stray mcnuggets (athenians) off the floor as he wanted. i love you hungry son
(pulling a painted vase out of my wallet) and this is my youngest at his first nose ring fitting. isn’t he handsome
TWIGGY & WOODY ALLEN My Generation (2017) dir. David Batty
“His first question was: ‘Who’s your favourite philosopher?’ My heart sank. I wanted to run off and burst into tears. I didn’t know any philosophers. And he probably knew I didn’t. When I said so, he replied, 'Oh come on, everyone has a favourite philosopher.’ It was such a cruel thing to do to a young girl.”
“I was desperate and trying not to cry but I turned the tables on him and asked him to come up with some names - but he couldn’t think of any either! Then he said to me, 'I suppose you’ve read Dickens,’ thinking I hadn’t. So I said, 'Yeah, I read him at school.’ In the end he said, 'Oh, I can’t interview her,’ and left the stage."
You know what, fuck it, I don’t *want* some frivolous, artisanal, lighter-than-air computer with no customizability, no upgradeability, no reparability, no ports, and a lifetime of *maybe* 3 years if you’re lucky. I want a fucking great BEAST of a computer that’s designed to last a minimum of 50 years, with ports up the wazoo and optional drives for every kind of media! I want modular components that you can drop in a bog for a year, dry them off, and have them still work fine! I want them to make a noise like “ker-chunk!” when you slide them into place! I want a switch that you pull to turn it on! And I don’t want software that constantly forces you to get a pointless, cosmetic “upgrade” every few months either! I want durability! I want longevity! I want satisfying haptics! I want Silicon Valley to go fuck itself!
you can tell this website is autistic as hell because someone posts a video with a mildly catchy phrase in it and no one shuts up about it for an extended period of time. or image even. image with a mildly catchy phrase in it even. we love phrases here on tumblr dot com love to repeat them. due to the autism