#Penelope Shuttle
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Penelope of Ithaca tries to draw her husband
How she remembers him
She can’t remember him
Twenty years …
She draws him and he’s too young
He looks like their son
She looks in the mirror
At the crow’s feet gathering at her eyes
Her mouth pinches where it didn’t before
Where do his wrinkles gather?
Has he gone grey?
…
…
Is he dead?
She throws the art supplies away
She picks up her shuttle
She has work to do
#the odyssey#Penelope#tagamemnon#Odysseus#odypen#telemachus#Something about Penelope being an artist
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16 | Nowhere Near
Series: Significant
Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.6k
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"I told you guys we were gonna be late!" Penelope looks at the guys so they end up having to get a shuttle van to get to the bus and they could tell others didn't like them.
"I hope you don't mind I took this seat." Penelope tells the guy sitting next to her.
"Oh, it's fine. My group is three of us so they're sitting up there together." He tells her.
"There's five of us as you could tell when we got in late. I told them we would be." She laughs, "I'm Penelope." She puts her hand out.
"Fabian." He shakes her hand, "You on vacation with family? Boyfriend? Friends?" He asks.
"Friends. It was my birthday a few days ago so they invited me on the trip. They're all YouTubers so our entire trip will be shown." She explains to him.
"Oh, what's the channel?" He pulls out his phone to look them up.
"It will be on TFIL but Sam and Colby have their channel and each their one and then itsCoreyScherer." She tells him.
"You don't have one?"
"No, I'm thinking of making one for fun. I'm just a model." She tells him.
"I'm a model too."
"That's cool." She laughs so they look each other up and chat.
Penelope has a distinct giggle so when the four hear her they look over to see her chatting with Fabian. Automatically Sam and Corey looked over to where Colby was sitting with Elton, and sure enough he looked annoyed looking at the guy she was talking to.
"Oh, he's going to be so protective off this bus." Sam shakes his head facing forward.
Corey gets on his phone and goes to Penelope's Instagram to see who the guy is because he looks at her followings. He goes through the guy's a bit before showing Sam something, "He knows Darwin."
"How well?" Sam looks at the phone.
"Celebrate birthdays together." Corey answers.
"Oh, we are screwed if Colby goes snooping like you did." Sam glances back to see Colby on his phone, "We might be.."
And Sam was right, they were going to be screwed because Colby was snooping as well. It didn't take him long at all to find the post with the two guys celebrating a birthday. Colby was fuming deep down. Did this guy know she dated Darwin or did he not know.
"There's no way..." Colby speaks out loud.
"No way for what?" Elton asks him.
"He has to know Penelope dated Darwin. The guy she's talking to is his friend."
"Why does that matter?" Elton asks confused.
"Because Darwin is a piece of shit and anyone who is his friend has to be too." Colby watches the two talk.
"Colby, do you have a secret thing for Penelope?" Elton asks him, "Because I mean, I would understand. She's not unattractive and you know her really well." He tells him.
Colby just gives him a look, "No, I don't Elton. You and everyone thinks I do but I don't. Penelope is just my friend and that's all she'll ever be. Plus you know what my type is. You've seen the girls I talk to and hook up with. Penelope is nowhere near them." He tells him not realizing he was getting a little loud trying to make Elton think he didn't like Penelope.
When the bus arrives Penelope and the guys stand together and Fabian had his group stand next to them so they could chat.
"Are you going to be okay not to laugh?" Colby asks Penelope so she looks at him.
"I'll be fine." She says sassy since she heard what he said on the bus.
Being led to the village they had all the guys do something together so Colby gives Penelope the camera to film them. When they were done she gives it back to him without saying a word to him. She was hurt by his words. He would always talk her up and then compares her to the girls he likes because she's nowhere near how they look.
"You okay? Since we got off the bus you've seen upset." Fabian walks with Penelope.
"My head suddenly started to hurt." She lies to him, "I get bad headaches randomly." She tells him which was actually true.
"Sissy, come here." Corey reaches out to pull her to join them.
Elton picks Sam and Corey to volunteer them to play a game with two other girls. Corey ends up winning and Penelope applauds him.
Afterwards, they got a little performance and it was nice to watch before eating. Fabian had his group sit with Penelope's so Colby was annoyed that they had to be by them. He really didn't like it when they all had to hold hands. For Colby, it was because Fabian was holding Penelope's hand and for Penelope, it was because he had to hold Colby's hand.
At the end of the whole visit, the four guys wander off while Penelope goes to the bus, "They're going to miss the bus if they horse around out there." She takes a seat next to Fabian.
"Boy will be boys." He laughs, "You feeling any better?" He asks as he gets a message on Snapchat and Penelope couldn't help but look and was surprised to see her ex snap him.
The snap said; You're with my ex in New Zealand?
"Sorry for looking but you know Darwin?" She asks him.
"I've known him since we were one year old so yeah." He chuckles.
"He's never talked to you about me when we were together?" She tilts her head.
"Actually, I knew who you were when you walked on the bus with Elton, Corey, Sam, and Colby. I didn't want to seem creepy so I pretended not to know you." He explains to her.
"I'm sorry but I find that a tad more creepier that you pretended not to know me." She lets him know.
"I'm sorry." He said as the guys rushed onto the bus.
"Idiots." She tells them as they walk to the back of the bus.
"Thanks for leaving us." Corey messes up her hair while Colby eyes, Fabian.
"I can see why Darwin didn't trust Colby from the start." Penelope just looks at him, "And you after a while. You're with Colby yet you're flirting with me."
"Flirting with you? I've only been nice to you." She says shocked, "Wow..." She gets up going to find an empty seat.
When they get off the bus going back to the RV, Colby tries talking to Penelope while they were alone inside. The other three were playing around outside talking about their trip today. "You were quiet today." He says as she changes clothes up in the bunk with the curtain closed.
She wanted to keep it to herself but she couldn't as she got down, "You're a piece of shit, Colby. You always talk me up when I feel down about myself telling me not to compare myself to other pretty girls. Yet you tell Elton I'm not your type because I'm nowhere near them. I mean, it's okay that I'm not your type but the way you put me down."
"Penelope... I-,"
She cuts him off, "What? Sorry?" She laughs.
"I didn't mean it."
"Then why say that!" She shouts at him and he has no idea what to say at the moment so she walks out while the guys walk in looking at him.
Sam changes clothes before going outside to see Penelope sitting on a curb. He takes a seat next to her and pulls her into his side to rub her back, "I'm sure didn't mean it in that way." He tells her.
"Well, he's not wrong. I don't compare to the girls he talks to and hooks up with. Who knows if Tyson or Darwin were ever attracted to me. Maybe they just wanted one thing because they talked so bad about me afterward." She moves out of Sam's touch.
"You're not unattractive Penelope, trust me. And for starters, your exes are assholes, that's why they talk bad about you." He lets her know.
"As I always say, you and Colby just stay stuff like that because you're my friends."
"No, I say that because I know you're attractive. You know, I was this close to asking you out before Tyson did." He shows her with his fingers, "Then when you guys broke up I didn't try to shoot my shot because I saw I was nowhere near your type. Tyson was a good-looking guy and I was nowhere near that."
"You liked me then?" She laughs, "You should have saved me from all that crap with Tyson, you asshole." She playfully shoves him.
"I'm sorry I was a scaredy cat." He laughs with her as Colby watches them before going over.
"I hate you know that I know that." Penelope jokes with him.
"You could never hate me." He pokes her.
"Also just because you think Tyson was good-looking and you were nowhere near him in looks... doesn't mean I didn't think you were too. I would have easily picked you over him." She lets him know with a smile.
"That makes part of me happy." He laughs as he sees Colby come over to them. "Just see what he has to say." Sam tells her before getting up so Colby takes a seat.
"I said what I said so Elton would stop asking me questions. I just snapped. Everyone always asks if I have a thing for you because I care about you and how close we are. I just said whatever to get him to shut up. I swear." He tells her.
"I wish you said it quietly."
"I wish I said it quietly too. You know I hate hurting your feelings. Do you forgive me?" He looks at her hands.
"I forgive you."
#sam and colby#colby brock#sam golbach#katrina stuart#jake webber#corey scherer#elton castee#tara yummy#colby brock imagine#colby brock ff#colby brock fanfic#best friend#friends to lovers#tfil
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Working on the second towel. BTW, that loom I bought for way less than it was worth right after I moved? https://a-s-fischer.tumblr.com/post/670051806010851328/table-loom-8-shaft yeah, I've set up that loom and am using it for this project. Her name is Penelope. She is joined here by my shuttles, Arachne and Ariadne.
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Steadfastly loving
See how easy it is, he whistles
"In the Kitchen" - Penelope Shuttle
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Meanwhile, some random items from the Easter Character Convocation in Gatlinburg, culminating in the Gatlinburg Cattanooga Cats Easter Parade
Given the earliness of Easter this year, it was rather unsurprising that the trees weren't quite advanced in their blossoming, especially so dogwood. But at least the presence of as much tourists in the Smoky Mountains over Easter as select Hanna-Barbera characters compensated, as well as a few of the distractions of an outdoor kind getting open for the season.
And who wouldn't have loved the opportunity to have gone up in the elevator of the Gatlinburg Space Needle over the weekend with some random Hanna-Barbera character wanting to notice the view of Gatlinburg and the Smokies from 411 feet above average terrain--especially when the elevator cars were of glass construction, besides! Especially surprising was the family from Peoria who was rather stunned to see The King and Sheena joining them on the way up, the husband adding that "he never really knew such a lion that cool could have existed."
"Try not to be disappointed if the Cattanooga Cats 'themselves' don't stop by your table"--such was the notice posted at the entrance of the band's coffee house, Cattanooga Klatsche, over much of the Easter runup. Easter Parade planning, admittedly, explaining the inability for "meet-and-greet" sessions impromptu with guests such as are a staple at Cattanooga Klatsche.
Speaking of their musical rivals, The Banana Splits, their rebuilt school bus, otherwise known as The CoolBus, managed to find a parking place in downtown Gatlinburg, attracting puzzled enquiries, gawkers galore (especially such bound for the Ripley's "Believe It or Not!" Museum and some tacky-looking eateries and gift shops in close proximity)--and occasional meet-and-greet run-ins with Bingo, Drooper, Fleegle and Snorky in the downtown Gatlinburg area. Not to mention on the shuttle trolley service, which even saw many autograph and selfie requests.
Who wouldn't have wanted a banana smoothie with Magilla Gorilla "himself," perhaps with strawberries or raspberries in the bargain, at some smoothies bar along The Parkway? Quite a few Easter-weekend visitors did, with Magilla admitting a particular fondness for banana-raspberry smoothies with some probiotic powder added.
Plenty of "meet-and-greet" opportunities at The Village, an outdoor shopping area along The Parkway in Gatlinburg, among your favourite characters, with crowd favourites being in particular Huckleberry Hound and Snagglepuss, Penelope Pitstop and The Funky Phantom's "Augie" Anderson and Skip Gilmore. Convocation favourites the Hair Bear Bunch couldn't resist swapping thigh-slappers of the highest order with Ale81 on the side.
Speaking of the Hair Bear Bunch, they'll relate a rather amusing encounter with the local black bears in the woods near one of the mountain coaster operations which, for some reason, found the local bruin types somewhat surprised to see such witty and at turns urbane bears making the rounds--especially going up north during the summer mating season of the ursine sort. Yet the local bears, for some reason, were something of an ursine Jabberjaw, complaining about their "getting no respect" within Gatlinburg city limits (one candy shop in particular still depicting some of the local black bears in a dated cartoony look looking rather hokey).
Southern-type arrogance can still abound in Gatlinburg, even in terms of souvenirs, Which had Hokey Wolf, in giving his compadre Ding-a-Ling some money to buy a souvenir T-shirt, suggesting that he avoid such shirts that were too blatant with Confederate symbols, "redneck" and "hillbilly" hubris and debris and such making light of incest being all too common as a "Southern Family Value." (Ding, at any rate, chose a T-shirt which simply stated "Gatlinburg" on a tie-dyed background.)
So what was Mildew Wolf's attraction to the moonshine distilleries along the Parkway, to begin with?
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little starter project to tide me over until the second heddle arrives (delivery expected on my actual birthday next week).
I did double pegs to cut down on the deflection of 32" wide to a center point, 236 ends sleyed.
learned a bunch about the new gear. definitely going to cut these plastic zip-tie-esque apron strings and replace with actual apron strings to cut down on loom waste and make winding on easier. and maybe add shuttle holsters or support hooks to the sides of the stand. and definitely make Penelope a sling hammock to hang out in while we weave.
pastel gamp with the rainbow of recycled cotton I had in stash. 27x29" fresh off the loom, exclusive of fringe...will measure again once fluffed up.
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Tagged by my amazing friend @commondyke! Thank youuu :3
🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨
So as many of you know, I don't really listen to music much ar all but when I DO…
1: "The Commander Thinks Aloud" by The Long Winters: This is a haunting song about the Space Shuttle Columbia disaster, of which the twentieth anniversary is coming up in less than a couple of months, from the point of view of the shuttle's commander as the orbiter breaks apart.
2: "Radioactivity" by Kraftwerk: A conceptual song about nuclear power, although later variations take a very anti-nuclear energy stance which I don't agree with. But the original is awesome and almost soothing in a way.
3: "Velkommen" by Stan LePard: Otherwise known as "title.wma", this was the background music that played during the standard installation process for Windows XP. Can you tell I'm an enormous computer nerd? Anyway, I would consider it in the ambient genre.
4: "Mine" by Daniel Olsén: I might as well just say "every song on the Sayonara Wild Hearts soundtrack" because I listen to all of them a lot! If you haven't played Sayonara Wild Hearts, you totally should. I think its official description is a "pop album video game" but it's really more than that in terms of musical styles.
5: "Rät" by Penelope Scott: A song about Elon Musk and how much of a prick he is. Very topical!
There's no way I know ten of my followers so I'll just do a few: @glitterandgrunge @queenofthewolves99 @calamityquentin @mercyinthestars @paradoxinyourpantshorse @yo-its-matt
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Day 8: Graceful
Ah, Water. What can be said of the fluid one? Seemingly the simplest and most beautiful of the Children. Do not stand too close, the ripples on the surface only lie. Falling inside might make one feel pleased, cradled, the weight of gravity long gone under buoyancy. Do not rest easy, for so quickly she will take the air from thine lungs, transient desire to be with and mingle with the fluid that creates thine own form, return what is rightfully hers back home. Deeper and deeper still she shall pull you, moving in ebb and flow with the sway of the world, dragging down to the depths of the infinite, the domain where only the moon can light the path. How quaint that Water is known for healing, for all other Children can heal the Precious Living, but not with the same credit, the gentle hands of all the wonderful concoctions that drive a quick repair to flesh and mind alike.
Quick do they forget, flow MUST follow ebb, and that the good given by Water must be returned, all must be made equal in the end. And drawing the ire, Water firms to Ice. Sharp. His rigidity, frozen touch has laid waste to the movements of the Precious Living; an impassible formidable foe. Necessary. Needed. The cold preserves, brings new, and allowing a moment. Expunging feared reflections. He is the much needed breath in a moment of calm, ice crisp stillness. Destruction and Preservation. In the same as Water is healing and harm.
Grace and elegance, slipping through all, a fantastic contributor to the Song, deep, brassy and powerful. To dance with Water is to know that the moves themselves are not as important as the eddy, should the current keep up, limitless. Approachable, but unknowable. Demanding, fair. Hum through the depths, love. Know the distance in your endless domain of night is only so far as believed. Come back to the beacon, the distance, the sea. Waves crash. Seafoam on sand. All touched. All part of the other. All to be whole.
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Rhythmic, that was the only way to describe the continual, comforting clacking of the shafts as Icarus watched his mother work the pedals on her old jack loom. The ancient apparatus had been part of the house as long as he could remember, perhaps been here longer than his mother. She often noted how she learned the trade from her grandmother, who leaned it from hers. If they ever tried to move it, no doubt roots would have been drawn into the floorboards; one would burn this house before the loom would surrender it. Certainly he would stand in the way if nothing else.
Like a dance, he watched as her hands moved back and forth, passing the shuttle between the threads. If only he could hold the same grace. Klutzy was more apt for the likes of him, limbs too lanky without the muscle to support themselves. Years of experience was evident, his mother made the work look easy, moving weft and warp together into a sturdy, beautiful cloth, something as beautiful as her. Now greying red hair wrapped into a loose braid, normally slung over her shoulder now sat behind her back to avoid getting tangled in her craft. Blue eyes, focused, tired. Resurrection, hell, even just resuscitation was exhausting. Yet here she was tending a dying art.
Icarus dreaded interrupting her, knowing that his words wouldn’t be welcome. Picking at the flesh of his arm, he steeled his courage. “Hey mom?”
“Hmm?” Her fingers continued their cycle between the threads, eyes not looking up.
“So uh…” The points of his nails begun to dig into his skin, a distraction from distress. “University is starting soon.”
A deep breath left her lips as she laid her shuttle down. “Right, right. You’ll be leaving soon?”
“Yes.” He agreed a little too fast, words now fumbling out of his mouth. Some were laced with joy, others with hesitation. “Trying to get into an analytical research program on some of the local history in Pineridge! I’ve got my application all set, but I don’t know that I’ll make it.”
Penelope smiled back at him, that same warm one. It could wrap around him like a comforter, squeezing in the sides with the wait of hope. He prayed it wasn’t ill placed. “I know you’ll be a top pick, buddy. You’ve talked so long about it.”
Icarus smiled at that, he couldn’t fight it. “Yeah, I’ve got my fingers crossed.”
She looked knowingly back at him, gently raising a brow. “But?”
“But-“ A hard swallow followed. “I don’t know if it pays. And even if it doesn’t… I’ll still need money for books.”
Standing slowly from her seat, Penelope crossed the few feet of bare-wood floor to her song. Arms open, wrapping them tightly around his shoulders, pressing in to him. As if the action would directly pass her love through her skin. “Oh, baby. My dear Icarus. You speak as though I would throw you to the cold at the thought. You’re just asking for money, not the world at your feet.”
Icarus felt his shoulders tense. “I-I just know your store hasn’t been very busy lately. I didn’t want-“
A finger was pressed to his lips. “To be a burden? You would never be such a thing. I am your mother, Icarus. It’s my job to take care of you, not the other way around. Kind soul, too kind to me. Certainly her lady, Xer’hana, in all her wisdom gave me such a gift.”
Would it be worth the exchange for all you’ve lost? Icarus was glad she couldn’t read his thoughts.
“How much do you need dear?”
“One thousand glavi.” The amount tasted like filth in his mouth.
The crow’s feet on her eyes did tighten slightly, the smile not as wide in her mouth. But she took his hands in hers, squeezing them gently. “I’ll get it for you. I won’t have your education be hampered.”
“Mom. If it’s an issue-“ His protest was cut short. Other solutions were dead now that her mind was set.
“I know, dear. I know.” She brushed a stand of hair out of his eyes. “We’ll both work hard. We’ll get it done. And then we’ll laugh and grow from the memory of the struggle. You’ll see. It’ll work out for the better.” She planted a small kiss on his cheek and then returned to her loom, checking the apparatus to ensure all was in order and in part to remember just where she was in her work. “I’d best get on it then. You get a list of everything else you need for classes too. Let’s knock it out in one blow.”
“R-right.”
Without waiting for more, Penelope again picked up her shuttle and pressed down on the pedals. Icarus tarried a bit longer just to watch the flow and dance start up again, though his heavy heartbeats only were in time to the guilt burrowing into his brain. You do work hard. Always did. I just wished above everything you’ve been through… I just wish you didn’t have to. His silent prayer faded in mind as he turned away, heading back to his room to dig through what supplies he could re-use from last semester. He doubted anyone was listening.
(OC-tober challenge by @oc-tober2022 can be found here.)
#oc tober#oc-tober#oc-tober 2022#graceful#prompt#writers on tumblr#Icarus#Penelope#Aryll family#weaving#Xer'hana#goddess of water#god of ice#Adamsa Priasi#the first one#gods#goddesses#cosmology#financial struggles#hardship#Bloodredx writes#oc-tober2022
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moon song . a poem
via pinterest
are we taking too much
from what we have been gifted?
our pilgrimages to the stars, our
space treks and orbital voyages,
bringing back remnants of a civilisation
we cannot begin to understand. and still
we plunder our moon’s shallows,
sweep the crevices of her breast,
corrupt the canals of her craters.
our mad dash for lightyear expansion,
gaining momentum, faster, and faster yet,
what do we do with the trophies
we reward ourselves with? a soul cycle of
young hopefuls shuttled off to be the
star of a future not yet realised.
the moon will fall, and we will fall
with her — our tethered sun
and fatal earth shall encircle each other
no longer. the world will stop spinning
around us, the sinking tide of
her great width will encompass our sky,
our presidents disperse, our systems
collapse, our heartrates flatline. mass suicide,
self-inflicted war zone, an inevitable apocalypse
we are privileged to have witnessed. a moment for
the history books, a moment for prayer, please,
a moment to recall the image of how
our cities are built if only to crumble. arise
once more, in the memory of
Man’s final atom bomb.
a not-so-loving-love letter to elon musk. you suck, stop trying to be funny and joke about colonising space just to turn it into another corporate business ploy please <3 stream rat by penelope scott.
signed,
jaclyn
/the medea letters
#i dont even know what to tag this#elon musk#twitter#tesla#elon twitter#elongated muskrat#musk#climate change#???#space#sci fi#capitalism#poetry#female writers#femcel#writing#poets corner#poets of tumblr#new poets society#writerblr#spilled ink#literature
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Tag 5 people you would like to know better:
Thank you to @ayato-main-for-life , the most platonic person to hate and love, for tagging me! [Started a new post since the chain was taking way to long]
fav colors: light purples, pale pinks, blues, and dark greens
currently reading: villains are destined to die, the lady i served became a master, a business proposal, define the relationship, pearl boy, taming the tiger and love shuttle
last song: tipsy - wanuka, hard boy - frawley, penelope featherington - unofficial bridgerton musical, if we never met - john k, gales of song - belle 2022
last series: spy x family [re-watching since i'm waiting for season 2]
last movie: belle 2022 [the music, chef's kiss] and barbie: princes and the pauper [a classic]
sweet/spicy/savory: sweet. sweets are the absolute bane of my existence and it a good thing i know how to bake
currently working on: a really long au post, drafts, fanfic ideas and an edited version of second lady eckhart that might never make it out of drafts
and thanks for the mention! and i didn't feel pressured I actually felt really happy about it!
also no pressure guys | tagging: @bluebutterflyrose @bivirtualtrash @eloise175 @saneijeijei @red-hot-temper
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“And female menstruation was not merely a physical phenomenon like eating or defecation. Recent commentators have argued that women's so-called curse operated to cure not only man's shortage of offspring, but also his primeval mental darkness. In their pioneering work on menstruation, The Wise Wound, Penelope Shuttle and Peter Redgrove stress the connection made in primitive societies between the lunar and menstrual cycles, suggesting that woman first awakened in humankind the capacity to recognize abstracts, to make connections and to think symbolically For Elise Boulding, these mental functions arise from an earlier stage in which women taught men the principles of numbers, calendar organization and counting: "Every woman had a 'body calendar'-her monthly menstrual cycle. She would be the first to notice the relationship between her own body cycle and the lunar cycle." Other female authorities have expressed their amusement at the naïveté of one professor, the celebrated Jacob Bronowski, who on the TV series The Ascent of Man solemnly described a prehistoric reindeer bone with thirty-one scratches on it as "obviously a record of the lunar month." Commenting on "The Ascent of You Know Who," Vonda McIntyre demurred: "Do tell. A thirty-one-day lunar month? I think it a good deal more likely that the bone was a record of a woman's menstrual cycle."
Objectively this carefully notated silent witness of an irretrievably lost transaction could have been either of these, or both, or neither. But in the routine, unconscious denial of women's actions, experiences, rhythms, even of their ability to count, the possibility that it could have been a woman's record of her own intimate personal life was not even considered.”
-Rosalind Miles; Who Cooked the Last Supper? The Women’s History of the World
#who cooked the last supper#radblr#radfem#radical feminism#radical feminist safe#radical feminists do interact#radical feminists do touch#radical feminists please touch#feminism#feminist literature#womens history#herstory#radical feminists please interact#radical feminist community#radical feminist literature#radical feminist theory#radical feminst
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"Created Responses To This Day" Penelope Shuttle responds to one of my This Day images. I would love to feature your responses, too.
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Finished Creatures on Edge
Another fine trawl of poetry in Finished Creatures, just in time for festive reading. Poets writing on the theme of ’Edge’ include Claire Booker, Matt Bryden, Charlotte Gann, Rosie Garland, Philip Gross, Susannah Hart, Tess Jolly, Lisa Kelly, Jane Lovell, Simon Maddrell, Jes Mookherjee, Cheryl Moskowitz, Penelope Shuttle and Julia Webb.
Issue 8 maintains the high standard already expected of…
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#Cave paintings#Claire Booker#contemporary poetry#Finished Creatures#Jan Heritage#Jan Vermeer#Light Verse#Lighten Up Online#new poetry#The Ekphrastic Review
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🫀🗡️ The day after the knife had written its scarlet line just here down my belly, making its little slit, peering with its bright eye into my womb, playing lives and deaths, the hot sky screamed with planes displaying their skills for the festive crowd, warrior-wings criss-crossing the coarse blue sky with their knives of noise and vapour, a sky sliced into segments like a birthday cake for a child who will not be born now because the knife knows how to open up a bell and cut it free of a future I cannot house or find a name for, a life that would lie like lead not flesh within me, whose first cries would bleed in me like that giant kiss of crimson smoke the planes carve in the perfect skyblue sky. - THE KNIFE KNOWS HOW, PENELOPE SHUTTLE. - #operedaltro #veneredimilio #knife #saintvalentinesday #love #modernart #artist #dope #surrealism #collage (presso Louvre Museum Paris) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoCq3SloT3Q/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Hotel Fuerte Marbella Undergoes A Five-Star Refurbishment – So, What Can We Expect
If you don’t want to compromise on your next visit to Marbella – and who does? – then you might have good reason to take an interest in the news that one of the city’s most historically significant and renowned hotels is undergoing a refurbishment.
And we aren’t talking about just ‘any old’ refurbishment – we’re talking about work that will transform the legendary and much-loved Hotel Fuerte Marbella from a four-star into a five-star establishment.
Just the latest chapter for one of Marbella’s most fabled hotels
The story of Hotel Fuerte Marbella goes back almost to the advent of serious tourism in Marbella. The then-45-room (now 263-room) hotel first opened its doors in its enchanting beachfront location in 1957, and it has been on quite the journey since then, including being visited by such famous figures as Walt Disney, Penelope Cruz, and Timothy Dalton.
But what of the next chapter in the story of Hotel Fuerte Marbella? It promises to be a seriously exciting one, it having been announced that the building will be transformed into a new five-star hotel called El Fuerte Marbella.
It has been reported that the work is costing some €31 million, with would-be guests able to check in from the spring of next year. In fact, a trial website has already been set up for El Fuerte Marbella, and as of the time of typing, bookings were being accepted for May 2023 onwards.
What can prospective guests expect?
Hotel Fuerte Marbella has said that those visiting the fully revamped hotel will be able to enjoy a “freshly renovated look and improved services”.
The El Fuerte Marbella website is promising “casual luxury, an exclusive and welcoming atmosphere and the sheer comfort offered by its location on the city centre’s beachfront, which offers stunning sea views right across Marbella’s seafront promenade.”
Indeed, the location has long been one of the major draws of this hotel, and not just because of the breath-taking views or even the accompanying swimming pools, surrounding gardens or historic ‘old town’. That’s because the hotel is also exceedingly convenient to reach, being a mere 40 minutes’ drive away from Málaga Airport.
Oh, and when one chooses to base themselves here, they will also be just 4.3 miles away from the happening nightlife scene of Puerto Banús.
Prospective guests at El Fuerte Marbella can also expect warm and timeless interior design courtesy of the studio of prestigious Chilean designer Jaime Beriestain, as well as top-class cuisine and “professional service that puts the finest details first.”
In short? This is a hotel renovation project that you will want to stay informed about. So, we suggest you keep checking the El Fuerte Marbella for the very latest information on its progress – and when you can expect to be able to check in, and check it out, for yourself.
What role can we play? Well, we can offer you the very best-value private hire transfers
Whether you intend to come to this part of Andalucia in order to experience El Fuerte Marbella or for any other reason, when it comes to Málaga Airport transfers to Marbella or nearby locations, there is no bettering the all-round service and price combination offered by Simply Shuttles.
When you are seeking that ‘sweet spot’ of quality transfers at competitive rates – in other words, the best-value transfers on the Costa del Sol – there really is no need to look any further than our own team. To ask a question about any aspect of our service, please feel free to call us today on +34 951 279 117, or to email [email protected].
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Running out of Time
I was running out of time
or time was running out of me
I was no longer
decades of clear water
Time
was a cache of lions,
the end of all the birds
I was hurrying to catch up with Time,
while Time stayed home
doing the ironing,
folding his minutes,
smoothing his hours,
soon there'd be not a crumpled second
for me to hide in
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