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Posted by Bivoir Cavies on vrijdag 2 oktober 2015

I. Need. A Guinneapig.

The Famous Four, and Anne

After finishing a nasty unhappy-end book yesterday I wanted to read something easy. My default light reading consist of Famous Five books and Donald Duck pockets, and since the latter were all sitting on a shelf in my other house, I picked up a FF book. After having finished it later that afternoon and reflecting on the blantant sexism so painfully present in all 21 books, I decided to go online and find out why modern-day parents were still letting their kids read this stuff. Secretly I suspect my own parents introduced me to the series some dozen years ago to fuel the anger I was feeling towards the boys who wouldn't let me play football in the schoolyard because I was just a 'silly girl', which would later evolve into full-blown grown up feminism. The scheming idealists.
A quote from Rachel Hyland explains perfectly why eceryone, from the pensioners who grew up reading the first editions to the 7-year-olds and their copies printed on biologically degradable paper with sepia-toned photo's found on instagram on the cover, loves the Famous Five and why nobody should: "...the Five are to me like old friends: Lassie-smart Timmy, George, the firebrand, loyal and brave; Julian, the peacemaker, calm and rational; Dick, the thinker, analytical and quick-witted; and Anne, the… well, she’s good at making sandwiches."

Buildng a bow

I'll let the pictures do the talking :)

 

 

 

 

In one day of work we did the handles, sanded everything, cut notches for the string, made a tillering stick and oiled up the wood so it'll be less prone to breaking when we start tillering :D Updates will follow. (sometimes it's nice to imagine there are people eagerly awaiting tmy next post to see how the bows are progressing :P)

De balans opmaken

The past year in uni in numbers:

-    3.2 kilo's of Hagelslag
-     18 pizza's
-     63 tutorials
-   160 lectures
-     14 pub dinners
-       5 Ceilidhs danced
-       9 novels read
-       5 essay's written
- 3000 words written in assignments
-     21 practicals
-     63 hours spent staring down a microscope 
-     16 Sunday Dinners cooked
-       3 moves
-     54 hours worked in the lab
-     17 different professors
-     12 Philsoc discussion nights
-     13 Swims
- 8749 puns made

Say yes to the dress

When I was little I had this blue and white dress that my mother absolutely loved. Sadly for her, I wasn't a girly girl, and I didn't wear it often. She sometimes tried to convince me to put it on, until one day on a vacation in Sweden, she offered me an ice cream if I wore it for one hour. No child could refuse such an offer, so I donned the dress and we went to get me my cornetto. Then I went into our caravan and played patiently with my K'Nex until the hour had passed. That was when my mother decided she was not going to push me to wear dresses or skirts anymore. 

Fast forward half a decade to my high school's Christmas gala (ball/dance). I had actually been asked by a guy, so I felt I couldn't show up in jeans and a tshirt. My mother lovingly gave me a beautful red and black dress of hers and we even had it altered by a friend. I spent the night of the dance feeling incredbly awkward, only comforted by the fretting of the boys in their grown-up suits and ties (although many cheated and wore jeans and sneakers under their jacket).  

By now I have worn dresses on several occasions. Two Christmas dinners with friends, two scouting end-of-year parties, and Christmas at my grandmother's (I'm sensing a theme here..) and a wedding have proven that I am capable of spending a considerable amount of time around people without wearing trousers. And yet, when I took out the tartan skirt I was planning to wear to a ceilidh yesterday, I was nervous. The girl staring back at me from the mirror looked smart enough, but she didn't look at all like me. Friends spoke encouraging words and I even asked my mom whether the colours I picked went together well. And yet, it was that one guy who simply told me I wasn't brave enough to wear a skirt in public who caused a moment of stubborness that lasted just long enough to put on my jacket and get out the door. On my way to meet my friends I considered several times to turn back, grab some trousers. At the ceilidh what I struggled most with was sitting in a ladylike manner so as to not reveal that I'd accidentally put my panthyhose on backwards. But as soon as the band started playing, I completely forgot everything. And because I am not enough of a girl to shrink away from being pragmatic at the cost of looking pretty, I was nice and warm in my rainproof trousers on the way back while the real dames chattered their teeth :)



(Sadly, due to the photographers' curse, the night I danced a ceilidh in a skirt will go down in history undocumented..)

The city weighs heavily on me. I miss the safe enclosure of the forest, I miss the open freedom of the uiterwaarden (river forelands). But the towering buildings suffocate me, and the sea lacks willows on the horizon. It always smells of holiday and the gulls sing a constant cacofony and shit on everything. 100 houses under my roof, but no homes. No wood, no stove, no pets. The butcher doesn't know my name. The thermostat goes all the way up to 30, yet I find no warmth. The radiator startes back at me defiantly. HP and Samsung are my closest friends, but various Sony's stay untouched. Everything must have a purpose, and the kitchen is cleaned by ladies who speak none of my 4 languages. 
But there is no way back.

Kill Your Darlings

They then argued  that with an increase in population density, the likeliness of AHM-NT interbreeding decreases (Currata,  Excoffierb, 2011). Non-human animals are biologically inclined to breed ‘outside’ of their direct family because of the evolutionary advantage the mix of gene pools will give their offspring. Humans, on the other hand, tend to be ‘endogamous’: they prefer marrying within a specific ethnic, religious, culture, etc group. With higher population density come more opportunities for individuals to marry within their own ‘species’.

This is a paragraph I cut out of the essay for archaeology I'm currently writing. I was really excited to use the information I read in a paper but after reading over it a couple of times i realised this argument doesn't work in my favour, so I had to take it out :(

All writers and people who write know how hard it can be to have to cut a sentence, line, phrase or even word you were particularly happy with because it just doesn't fit with the story, the meter, or for one of a thousand other reasons. This is called Killing your Darlings. 

I've always wanted to have an old shoebox with a little cardboard gravestone that says 'My Darlings', that I could put little slips of paper with the Darlings I've had to kill off, but I never got round to making one. I think this will do just as well. To be continued.

Because of the inherently male nature of western colonialism, nearly all colonies struggled with gross discrepancy between the amount of white men and the number of white women.

 

Volwassen

Volwassen worden is snappen dat de oude-vrouwenwijsheid die je oma je meegeeft dat je een naald kunt slijpen door hem door je haar te halen onzin is, begrijpen dat het waarschijnlijk wél helpt omdat je haar van nature olie bevat waar de naald makkelijker van gaat glijden, maar dan de tact hebben dat niet tegen haar te zeggen.