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jazzplusplus · 2 years
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2001 - Japanese Candid/King Records ads - Charles Mingus Presents Charles Mingus album (1960)
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diyeipetea · 2 years
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Candid Records #2: reeditando joyas. Por Pachi Tapiz. HDO 551 [Podcast]
Candid Records #2: reeditando joyas. Por Pachi Tapiz. HDO 551 [Podcast]
El sello Candid Records continúa reeditando las joyas de su catálogo histórico, una colección de gemas que entre 1960 y 1961 lanzó bajo la dirección artística de Nat Hentoff. En HDO 551 escuchamos diez temas, a dos por cada una de las grabaciones del segundo lote de reediciones del catálogo histórico de Candid Records.   La segunda entrega de estas reediciones incluyen obras de Cecil Taylor (The…
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macksartblock · 4 months
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hellooo just here to say I love your Rebecca design so much!! Also your hcs for sparrow and her are very true as well :]]
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Rebecca save me, save me Rebecca (and thank you <3)
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incomingalbatross · 3 months
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Always love that one of Gravity Falls' requirements for mayoral candidacy is "can cast a shadow." That's honestly one of the most sensible laws they've ever had.
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thewildbelladonna · 8 months
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"Back then she was just the cutest little hippie chick. Adorable! She was funny, she had a cute giggle. She loved music, she only knew about three chords on the piano but she could make about 30 songs out of them. Her quirky side was she was always thinking about herself. I learned not to ask how she was doing that day. You'd spend 10 minutes just listening to her talk about herself." —Ken Caillat on Stevie Nicks during the recording of ‘Rumours’.
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aquitainequeen · 1 year
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Applicants for the Editorial Assistant position: I love reading and literature! I spend a lot of time on BookTok! I'm passionate about exciting narratives!
Me, alternating between assessing candidates and scrutinizing a manuscript to make sure there are no nasty permission surprises: Oh, you are applying to the wrong department, my friend.
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stirdrawsandreblaws · 3 months
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screaming crying coughing up blood every time i have to fucking defend genocide joe bc ppl wanna lie and say he isn't responsible for most of the best domestic policy we've seen in decades
his foreign policy is dogshit, yes, and he should rightly be called on it and primaried out, but we can criticize the shit he's actually done wrong instead of making shit up about him ~not doing anything good~
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bumblingbabooshka · 1 year
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The appurtenant crew of the USS Historia: From star to shining sea!
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furryprovocateur · 7 months
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honestly though if you voted for hillary in 2016 and you're still out here talking about how voting is important and matters then like. i don't have a nice way to put this but the DNC owes you a big hoodie with the word "SUCKER" printed on it because god damn
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baejax-the-great · 1 year
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Every once in a while I remember that time I went to a seminar on sexism in the workplace, and one of the professors who was hosting it told the class he would never hire a postdoc he thought could become pregnant because it would be a bad investment and wasted money, and I raised my hand and asked, so none of the women in this room? You wouldn't hire any of the women in this room? Because as far as you know any of us could become pregnant at any time.
And he had no answer and the other host quickly moved us on to a different topic
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purplesaline · 3 days
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Climbing Mount Mom us an exhausting journey
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diyeipetea · 2 years
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“One 'O Clock Jump” [The Count Basie Orchestra Live at Birdland (Candid Records, 2022)] Por Pachi Tapiz. JazzX5 #526 [Minipodcast de jazz]
“One ‘O Clock Jump” [The Count Basie Orchestra Live at Birdland (Candid Records, 2022)] Por Pachi Tapiz. JazzX5 #526 [Minipodcast de jazz]
“One ‘O Clock Jump” The Count Basie Orchestra Live at Birdland (Candid Records, 2022) Tomajazz: © Pachi Tapiz, 2022 “One ‘O Clock Jump” es un tema clásico de la orquesta de Count Basie, y solía el tema con el que solía cerrar todos sus conciertos, algo que ocurre en Live At Birdland (Candid Records, 2022) de The Count Basie Orchestra. Juan F. Trillo reseñó Live At Birdland (Candid Records, 2022)…
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cecenyss · 5 months
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My parents are angry. They lose their temper quickly and get ahold of it just as fast. They’re not violent—not towards people, anyway.
Quick bouts of rage come and go so fast it gives me whiplash. My mom will grit her teeth in an angry burst and apologize in the same breath. My dad slams cabinets and swears like a sailor and then turns and says “sweetie?” like nothing is wrong within seconds.
But the apology is said like a chore, the endearment sounds like a threat. I know that they’re not, because I know my parents. I know their mannerisms, I’ve memorized their moods. I can read them as easily as myself.
Those kinds of things are characteristics displayed in abused characters, and I wonder what it says about me that I know my life is good but I still show them. I know they’re not perfect, because nobody is; sometimes I despair over what they could have done better and how much more I’d love myself if they had. But despite that, they don’t hurt me. There’s no malice, and they don’t even realize when I’m in pain.
And yet I fear them. Fear doesn’t come from violence. I know that. But they’re not manipulative, they’re not unloving, they’re not malicious. They love me, and they tell me. Not just when they want something, just when they see me. We’re very big on physical affection, and we talk freely. I roll my eyes and tell them to shut up and they laugh.
And yet I fear them.
My dad snaps and swears loudly about how my mother is a pain. He never threatens me. I don’t think he even processes that he’s saying this to his teenage daughter; he’s venting. And there’s nothing wrong with that that I can think of. Expressing your emotions freely is healthy. But I say thank you more than I would, I don’t talk as much, I don’t crack as many jokes. I stay quiet and talk when I need to. I do what I’m told. I’m scared. I don’t know if I’m scared of hurting him or of him hurting me.
My mom ignores me when she’s doing something, and when I repeat a clarifying question she tells me I need to leave her alone so she can do it. But other times she’s focusing and I leave her alone and she asks if I’m going to help her or not, or if I’m going to just stand there? Sure, the situations are different, but I don’t know what makes one something I should help with or ignore. And if I try to ask, like sometimes do, she says I’m being silly and I should know. I stay quiet and do nothing so I’m not just goofing off; I sit there and watch her in case she tries to ask me something, and I try not to tense. I’m scared.
I don’t know if this is normal or bad. I never had chores; is that neglect or lenience? I don’t know how to clean or do laundry or cook; is that a failure on their part or on mine? Sometimes I’m asked questions in school about where I live and I know my address but I know it like something I’ve memorized, not the actual meanings of the letters and numbers of the streets and where they are and what’s next to them. Is that because I was never taught or because I never paid attention?
Parents aren’t meant to just hold their child through every single life experience. I know that. Sometimes kids are just lazy and it’s their own fault for not trying. But I don’t know which it is. I don’t know if I’m in the wrong or they are. Am I just playing the victim or should they have done better? I know that in the past few years I’ve rejected all attempts by them to do anything, because of depression. Am I responsible for what I’ve missed out on because of it? Am I meant to fix it now? I’m better, but not healed. I still need help, but I’m at an age where I’m meant to be independent. But I can’t. I just can’t.
I love my parents, but I resent them. Am I wrong for resenting them? Do I have nothing to complain about? Am I just being dramatic? I haven’t spoken with them about any of this because I’m scared; is it my own fault I haven’t tried to confront them? When things don’t improve should I blame myself for not pursuing change?
It feels like my mother holds my hand through everything I do. Is that my fault for not being more independent? Is it hers for being too indulgent? Is it both of ours? How does it get fixed if neither of us are going to change? I’m too scared to take any independence because it feels like there’s too much and I feel like I’m constantly on the brink of collapsing, but she’s too complacent.
She’s always complacent. I ask her for things and she promises them so I stop asking and then it never happens and I complain and she says that I stopped asking but she promised but never does it. She doesn’t do anything. Nothing ever changes. My father barely knows what goes on in my personal life.
But they are good parents. They don’t do anything wrong. But I’ve just said things they do wrong. But they mean well, so how can I blame them? I say nothing, so aren’t I just complacent? But I’m scared. Am I allowed to be scared? To do nothing because of fear?
A lot of my friends have actual serious parental issues. Several of them have dead parents. How can I complain about my problems when they have so many actual, active problems? I have a hard enough time opening up about actual problems I deal with that are serious but this one is so mundane and might not even be a problem at all. I can ignore it if I don’t think about it but when I do think about it I want to cry because I hate it so so much.
I started this wanting to make a point about how anger doesn’t have to be violent to hurt someone, but now I’m just venting.
Whenever I take on a new responsibility or activity or anything, it takes over everything. I stress about it all the time, I double think how I do it and what I’m supposed to do and excuses I have for why I did it this specific way if someone asks and how I’m going to explain every single little action and it’s so exhausting. How can I expect myself to deal with the processes my mom does for me when I’m barely holding on with the things I do now? I double think everything. I think I’m doing better but I feel like I’m inching forward.
I don’t bring up suspicions about having autism with my psychiatrist because I’m scared of being wrong or being right or how my parents or cousins or aunts or anybody will react if it’s true or if it’s not true and they found out I thought it was and every single possible change is so exhausting to even think about.
I tell my mom I want to go home while we’re sitting on the couch in the apartment that they’ve lived in since before I was born. I am home, but I don’t feel like it. I never do. I want to be safe, I want to stop thinking, I want to not stress, but it’s so ingrained in how I live and act that I don’t even notice it until I hyper focus on my life and what happens so much it hurts.
She tells me she hates it when I say that. We are home. I can only tell her I want to go home when we aren’t there because that’s the only time she’ll comfort me. “I hate when you say that. We are home. What do you even mean? Stop saying that. It’s annoying. I hate it. I hate it.”
She knows I’m depressed and I have anxiety. I have meds now, and it helps. But sometimes I relapse and I fall into this pit of pain and depression and I can’t tell her, I can’t, because I know that she thinks that I’m better now, I’m good, I can deal with it, because the problem is the chemicals in my mind and the meds help with that. But it’s not just that. I hate my life, I hate everything, I hate myself, I hate her. But I love her. That would hurt her. She would cry. I hate it when my mother cries.
I’m sitting in a rental car crying because I’m depressed and my father is right in front of me. He hasn’t noticed and I doubt he will. When we pick up my mother she might notice my dried tears, and I’ll tell her it’s a sad fanfiction. She’ll believe me. They both will.
I want to go home.
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thundergrace · 1 year
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Damn. 45's announcement didn't even take its coat off yet and Biden said let's fucking go!
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thewildbelladonna · 1 year
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“She asked me to re-sing something and, like, I got on the microphone in this booth that I'm not usually in, 'cause I usually just sing in the middle of the room, but I was trying to, like, be professional and do it in the iso booth, and um, yeah, she just wanted me to do my oohs and ahhs over and my first ahh was like, “ahh” (quietly). It was horrific and she didn't even say anything, and I had said something stupid like, “Oh god, that sounds so small next to your ahh”, and she's like, “That’s okay, you can be my little echo.” —Lana Del Rey on working with Stevie Nicks
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you could have a candidate with an intentionally pro-life, pro-family record (DeSantis) or you could have a candidate who is incidentally pro-life & pro-family when it suits his convenience but is happy to cater to the abortionist, trans apologist lobby when it’s expedient for him (Trump)
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