ok guys so i just had a breakthrough so in the beginning of the song pompeii by bastille it sounds like theyre saying eheu a bunch of times well eheu is latin for ‘alas’ or ‘oh no’ and iM STILL LAUGHING SO HARD BECAUSE ITS CALLED POMPEII AND MOUNT VESUVIUS DESTROYED THE FUCKIN CITY OF COURSE THEY WOULD BE SAYING OH NO
and ableist. Ableist as fuck, from every conceivable angle. I don’t have the energy to list all the ways it shits on disabled people. Even for non-spoonies… being sick means you can’t do shit, but instead you’re supposed to do more shit like going to the doctor/getting a note? How logical!
Then there’s the aspect of involving health care professionals. Given what we know about medical professionals’ assumptions regarding the health of Black people (they don’t feel pain!) and of women (they’re hysterical!), it is by default racist and misogynistic; likewise, it’s inherently queerphobic and fatphobic (ask me how my dad died!) because that’s what doctors tend to be.
(this is of course also ignoring the basic level of “stupid as shit” – no one needs a doctor to tell them if they’ve got a fever, that’s what thermometers are for)
Sometimes my students (who are teachers) will put this in their syllabi, and I get to explain why it’s unacceptable – typically by invoking my own shitty health.
Just got to do some woodworking for the first time in a long while, and I am once again reminded of why I enjoy my favorite type of word to work with: Purpleheart.
Why’s it called purpleheart?
Muthafuckin’ purple wood. How cool is that? It’s brown when you cut it, but due to oxidization, eventually turns to a beautiful purple color. (if you don’t seal it at this stage, it’ll eventually turn red, I believe, which is still pretty, but you buy purpleheart for purple, damnit!)
And everything you make with it turns out amazing.
Purple floors?
Nice.
Purple stairs?
Fancy.
Purple table?
Sweet.
Purple guitar?
Awesome.
Purple whatever the hell is going on here?
Epic.
It’s just such a cool wood to work with, and it’s sturdy enough to be used for just about anything. If I ever get a house, half of it might just end up being made out of purpleheart.
Anyway, that’s enough nerdery for one post. I will now return to reblogging stupid pictures and recipes.
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