Mom is currently reading through Elizabeth Hand books. Of course I started reading her in the 80s 😝. This one comes out on the 3rd. Has anyone read it yet?
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Oh look my high school is famous! I went there before (90s) the internet and social media became the behemoth they are now. I‘ll let you know what I think.
YES!!!! Welcome to another edition of “be glad your mother volunteers in a used bookstore.”
“In Ireland,” he continued, “the goddess Brigantia sat at her loom and wove the whole land into being, stitch by beautiful stitch. And broken stitch.” Another cough. “In China, the goddess Zhinu stitched each of the stars into the heavens, and wove the silver river streaking across the sky. In ancient Egypt, the goddess Neith wove two kingdoms together, and the Vikings sang sagas about the valkyries who wove on looms fitted with severed heads for
“I had nightmares after that. I dreamed of my mother standing in the endless fields beyond our yard, where no one was allowed to go, wings erupted from her bloody back, feathers piercing and rustling their way out of her skin, her beaking mouth open in a scream at first, then a sigh, then a bright keen as she lifted skyward and flew away. My father died a month later. And I was terrified of being alone. “
“and even though I knew enough about birds to know that they‘re not much for facial expressions, there was no mistaking the bird‘s randy, jubilant smirk. He puffed his feathers and preened. I slurped down my soup and excused myself from the table, saying I had homework to do- which was true, but I had no intention of actually doing it. He won‘t last. I told myself. Of course he won‘t. My mother wasn‘t one to keep anything around, save for me and
My friend got me this meditation pillow for a late birthday gift 💝
The film is fun. I loved the book as a kid. I related to the moving, not having a central religion, puberty and everything surrounding it. 😀
“They were going to have to leave. Again. That was just how things were. Myriam was used to it. The only way to keep from suffering, she knew, was just to move forward, to keep going, and never, never look back. But little Noemie began to cry. She hated the idea of leaving her grandparents, those mythical gods reigning over this paradise of olive and date orchards, in whose laps she loved to doze in the shade of the pomegranate trees.”
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This is a couple days late. I just wanted to post the above video. It‘s from 1997. It‘s eerily relevant considering the recent suicide of her beloved son Shane.
“Emmanuel was happier than ever.He had applied for naturalization as a French citizen thanks to the support of the filmmaker Jean Renoir, who had written him a letter of recommendation. He was still working in movies and finally beginning to make a name for himself. He was living with his fiancée, the painter Lydia Mendel, at 3 rue Joseph-Bara in the sixth arrondissement between the rue d‘Assas and the rue Norte-Dame-des-Champs, very near the
“The little girls dashed toward the canals that snaked like miniature rivers through seemingly endless rows of orange trees, tiptoeing carefully along the canals low walls, arms held out like tightrope walkers, so as not to fall into the shallow irrigation channels. The farm laborers stared in surprise as the boss‘s granddaughters gamboled past them, their little shoes getting dirtier and dirtier as they darted among the trees. When it was time
“Chopped liver is the best remedy for life‘s problems,” he said in Nachman‘s Russian accent, taking a big bite of chicken liver pate. But suddenly, amid the laughter, Ephraim felt a pang in his heart. Aniouta. His cousin‘s face flashed through his mind; he imagined her, at that very moment, celebrating Pesach with her own family, a husband and perhaps a baby, bent over the prayer book at a candlelit table. How beautiful maturity must have made her
“Tradition dictates that, on his wedding day, the groom must smash a glass with his right foot after the ceremony, a gesture representing the destruction of the temple of Jerusalem. After this, he makes a vow. Ephraim‘s vow was to erase the memory of his cousin Aniouta from his mind forever. But, looking at the shards of glass littering the floor, he felt as if it were his heart lying there, broken into a thousand pieces. “
“Lelia led me into her study, where she spends most of her time. The little room always reminded me of a womb, its air thick with cigarette smoke, its walls lined with books and filing cabinets and bathed in the pale winter sunlight that streamed through windows overlooking the Parisian banlieue. I settled myself beneath the bookshelf and the ageless objects on it, all those memories blanketed with a film of dust and cigarette ash, as my mother -
Oh right! Here is me and Ryan Gosling 🤪😳😋🙄
Hi. Welcome to a new edition of “be glad your mom volunteers in a used bookstore.” I haven‘t read this series by her.
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Compelling evidence has come along to support at least parts of her theory, leading others to also wonder if Gimbutas wasn‘t quite the fringe thinker she had been painted out to be. 😉 This turnaround came about not through any exciting new archaeological finds but because of a series of breakthroughs in biology. Back in 1984, scientists at the University of California, Berkeley, had managed to retrieve and reproduce short bits of DNA taken from
🤬😤. “For some,the pushback against Gimbutas began to take a more bitter tone. In one notably caustic article published in 1999, the Classics professor Bruce Thornton at California State University described her work as being full of “fanciful interpretations and leaps beyond the evidence.A shaky edifice of question-begging,special pleading, unexamined assumptions, and circular reasoning”He took aim at goddess worshippers but also at feminists
“But then, every feminist wave brings along its own notions of “female specialness,” notes Eller. This is understandable in societies in which women have been undervalued. It‘s a way of regaining a sense of pride and self-belief. For some, this is the lexicon of female empowerment.The cracks appear when this “specialness” proves to be another straitjacket, distancing women from what are considered to be “masculine” traits and defining “femininity”
“Goddesses didn‘t disappear entirely, but they did morph into more patriarchal versions of themselves. “Greek goddesses…now served male deities” as wives and daughters, Gimbutas wrote. They were retained by Ancient Greek cultures but faded into shadows of their former selfs. Now they would be subservient to powerful male gods, she argued, eroticized and sometimes rendered weaker.” “The Indo-European female figures were very naturalistic, weakly -
“Gimbutas had been raised on the rich folklore of Lithuania, on its fantastical tales of women with supernatural powers. There was the “Baba Yaga,” for instance, considered a witch in Russian folklore, whom Gimbutas described as a Slavic goddess of death and regeneration. In Celtic cultures, she wrote, women enjoyed a relatively high status and were known for fighting in battles. In many of the stories she collected,goddesses,witches,or otherwise
“In the mid-nineteenth century, for instance, there was no such thing as an illegitimate child in the Seneca Nation, notes Nancy Shoemaker, an expert in Native American history based at the University of Connecticut. All children born to Seneca mothers were automatically legitimate citizens.”And there is no suggestion in the records that within Seneca society there was any social stigma attached to unmarried women having children,” she writes. -
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