(god my brain is just like. yowling sad! sad!! sad!!! at me incessantly today and i gotta say: it's really unhelpful???
i'm trying to do things thru it but. oof lol)
The Crown (Diu Crône) by Heinrich von dem Türlin translated by J. W. Thomas
Daniel von dem Blühenden Tal translated by Michael Resler
Erec by Hartmann von Aue translated by Cyril Edwards
Iwein Knight with the Lion by Hartmann von Aue translated by Cyril Edwards
Lanzelet by Ulrich von Zatzikhoven translated by Thomas Kerth
Parzival by Wolfram von Eschenbach translated by Jessie Weston
Parzival by Wolfram von Eschenbach translated by Edwin Zeydel
Tristan and Iseult Vol. I by Gottfriend von Straßberg translated by Jessie Weston
Tristan and Iseult Vol. II by Gottfriend von Straßberg translated by Jessie Weston
Wigalois Knight of Fortune’s Wheel by Wirnt von Grafenberg translated by J. W. Thomas
Wigalois Knight of Fortune’s Wheel by Wirnt von Grafenberg (in German)
Wigamur translated by Joseph M. Sullivan
people refuse to understand the concept of "this isn't important to me but i understand why it might be important to other people"
White-crested Laughingthrush (Garrulax leucolophus), family Leiothrichidae, order Passeriformes, India
photograph by Latika Das
(as a compulsive sourcer, i feel compelled to note that this is apparently the chapel choir of pembroke college, cambridge, conducted by anna lapwood, and that in 2020 they released an album called 'all things are quite silent' which includes this track and also a bunch of other really gorgeous pieces like elizabeth poston's setting of 'jesus christ the apple tree' my eternally beloved <3)
happy sunday. may I offer you this absurdly beautiful piece of music about it.
art by tracy walker; preorder here :)
get ready to see these guys on every envelope i ever mail until i die
Eurasian red squirrel/ekorre. Värmland, Sweden (May 9, 2024).
I'm not gonna lie, after I walked around the corner and saw the stork, I was only able to express my surprise through a series of expletives.
Weißstorch (white stork) im Rosensteinpark, Bad Cannstatt.
Oops!... I Did It Again
genuinely wild how often i realize i’ve taken an interpersonal situation where the information i actually have is ‘i’m not having a good time’ and turned it into ‘i’m worried they’re not having a good time with me’
probably ultimately very straightforwardly traceable back to a childhood in which i wasn’t having a good time with my mother and the only variable in the situation that i actually had the power to alter was myself, so that now when as an adult i’m having a bad time with someone my instinct is still to fix myself instead of, you know, removing myself? or alternatively checking in with them about how things are feeling to them and attempting to arrive at a meeting of the minds, or at least a mutually semi-satisfactory compromise?
anyway like. this failure mode probably implies a particular menu of followup actions that i ought to be identifying and instituting, but i’d frankly settle for just ‘recognizing this particular self-abnegating reframing when i’m in the process of committing it’!