I don't believe you when you say you ain't got what I want
Public transit today was terrible. I ended up walking from Park Street to the Boston Public Library because the station closed while my train was in it.
derspatchel, attempting to meet me for dinner shortly afterward, waited half an hour at Assembly because the snafu with the Green Line caused the Orange Line to fall over. On my way home, cautiously renegotiating my relationship with the Green Line, I waited twenty minutes at North Station for a train to Lechmere.
Within this framework of failed MBTA, however, I renewed my library card at the BPL with no difficulty whatsoever, made arrangements to return and read their non-circulating copy of Leslie Howard's Trivial Fond Records (1982), walked over to Trident while Rob was stalled on the Orange Line and read three-quarters of a novel called Wittgenstein Jr (2014) by Lars Iyer, and successfully met Rob for dinner at Sweet Cheeks Q. I got home and
rushthatspeaks and
gaudior showed me the next three episodes of Steven Universe (2013–) including the one with the song that is both a terrific piece of science fiction worldbuilding and a great queer anthem. One of the few Tumblrs I follow just presented me with some nice Greek sphinxes, a Roman soldier's sidearm, and another phallic windchime, this one looking oddly as though it is starring in a children's picture book. Liz Berry's "The Black Delph Bride" is one of the best poems I've read recently, a Black Country murder ballad, with water.
On balance, it has not been a bad day.
Within this framework of failed MBTA, however, I renewed my library card at the BPL with no difficulty whatsoever, made arrangements to return and read their non-circulating copy of Leslie Howard's Trivial Fond Records (1982), walked over to Trident while Rob was stalled on the Orange Line and read three-quarters of a novel called Wittgenstein Jr (2014) by Lars Iyer, and successfully met Rob for dinner at Sweet Cheeks Q. I got home and
On balance, it has not been a bad day.

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Do you have a recording? I'm just playing it endlessly off YouTube!
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https://soundcloud.com/aivisura/steven-universe-stronger-than-you-feat-estelle
For Chrome the one I use is https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/scdl-soundcloud-downloade/ojobkikmpgjpebmicbjoofagfedgbmld?utm_source=chrome-app-launcher-info-dialog
Pretty much all of the show's music is on Soundcloud at either the above or here: https://soundcloud.com/steven-universeonsc
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Thank you!
(I use Firefox, but I'll figure something out.)
Pretty much all of the show's music is on Soundcloud at either the above or here
This is the best news I've had all night.
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The Girl Who Circumnavigated the World on ... oh, never mind.
I'll Be There With Bells On?
The Tintinnabulation of the Balls, Balls, Balls, Balls?
Hi Ho, Bronze?
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I wish that were the Christmas crooner tune it sounds like so that I could vid it to a collage of Roman apotropaic dicks.
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Great poem, too - now *that* wants to be illustrated. Or sung. Or both.
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They just look like such an adventuring pair: a girl and her fascinum.
Great poem, too - now *that* wants to be illustrated. Or sung. Or both.
Yes.
I feel as though you will hear sooner than I will if someone sets it to music, so please let me know?
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The phallus and rider are great. I'm going to have Phil Och's tune for The Bells in my head for a while. Thanks,
I'm pleased that the day balanced out well. May the trend continue ever thus.
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I'm vaguely intrigued that it's on eBay, but if I had $23,000.00 to spare, my life would be very different. For starters, if I were spending that much money on a pugio, it would mean I had already been able to afford art and artifacts from the ancient world that I really want.
The phallus and rider are great.
I want to read about their adventures!
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It's a fascinum! So it's a huge phallus with the tail and hooves of a horse, the better to get around with. Others have clawed animal feet or their very own penises. I adore these objects and have been grateful to
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(I am suddenly struck with the desire to see a fractal fascinum. Dicks all the way down...)
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Yep! They are protective amulets. The sacred phallus itself is the fascinus, the charms are fascina. You find these things everywhere in the Roman world. They protect against invidia, the envious evil eye. Also, they are terrifically entertaining-looking.
(English fascinate is etymologically related, in its original sense of putting a spell on someone. See Catullus 5 and 7.)
(I am suddenly struck with the desire to see a fractal fascinum. Dicks all the way down...)
Please share if you find one. I feel like there's a decent chance of finding at least a tertiary example.
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Quoting Mabel Pines of Gravity Falls, Episode 2.13 "Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons": "I cast . . . Centaurtaur!"
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. . . so there is basically no way an apotropaic phallus carousel will ever exist in my lifetime, nor do I think it could be built in this culture without becoming regrettably creepy, but man, that would have been a beautiful thing.
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As we went round and round...
Nine
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"I say [says Lydia], someone's on my cock."
"It's only my cousin Hilary," said Delia. "He won't mind changing, will you, Hilary…"
Mr Grant, really quite glad of an excuse to dismount, offered his cock to Lydia, who immediately flung a leg over it, explaining that she had put on a frock with pleats on purpose…
"I know that once Lydia is on her cock nothing will get her off."
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I am in awe.
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I'll have to listen! I want her collection Black Country—if it's all like that, it will be extraordinary, and if it's only partly like that, it will still be very good.