Gather round, friends, and let me tell you a tale of artists, occult rituals, and sexy bird-men. (Image: Grandmother Moorhead's Aromatic Kitchen by Leonora Carrington) #FolkloreThursday
In summer 1937, a group of surrealists including Max Ernst (bottom left) and Leonora Carrington (bottom center) went into the woods of Cornwall to perform occult rituals. (If it isn't obvious from the photo, they were also hooking up in every combination.) #FolkloreThursday
Surrealists loved occultism. Here they are holding a seance in 1926. #FolkloreThursday
Max Ernst had a lifelong fascination with birds. When he was young, his pet bird died the same day his baby sister was born. Ever since, he equated birds with people. #FolkloreThursday
Ernst's alter ego was Loplop the Bird Superior, who served as a sort of metaphysical guide. #FolkloreThursday
Skip ahead 40 years. Max Ernst died on April 1, 1976, having lived a long, storied, and sexually adventurous life. #FolkloreThursday
Mere weeks later, on April 17, 1976, two girls were walking through the woods of Cornwall when they spotted a winged creature that looked like a cross between a bird and a human. #FolkloreThursday
Several other people also reported seeing a mysterious birdlike creature in the woods that summer: The Cornish Owlman. #FolkloreThursday
Was it a few kids with overactive imaginations? Or did Max Ernst return in the form of his bird avatar to the woods where he had performed those rituals all those years ago? #FolkloreThursday
I guess we'll never know. (Image: Dark Forest and Bird by Max Ernst) #FolkloreThursday
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Sigh. Just in case you need another reason to roll your eyes out of your head, some professors think "academic grievance studies" (read: race and gender studies) are ruining scholarship, so to prove it, they published a bunch of hoax papers.
I'm sure I don't need to explain why this is bullshit, but in case you don't feel like reading their whole article (which is smart of you), I present: Why This Is Bullshit.
First: They wrote 20 hoax papers. All 20 got rejected by all the top journals. Just seven managed to get published by obscure, less reputable journals. Sounds like academia is doing a fine job weeding out hoaxes from real research.
Hollywood keeps threatening to remake The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension. IF YOU LAY A FINGER ON THIS PRICELESS CINEMATIC GEM...
Buckaroo Banzai is the story of a brain surgeon/particle physicist/racecar driver/rock star who saves the earth from aliens from the 8th Dimension who invaded under the guise of Orson Welles' War of the Worlds. He also falls in love with his dead wife's long-lost identical twin.
This movie has everything: Jamaican aliens, Jeff Goldblum in a cowboy outfit, a girl named John, Christopher Lloyd insisting that his name is not pronounced "Bigbooty"...
I rarely hear sci-fi people discuss the ethics of terraforming. The impact on plants, animals, and people rightly dominates discussions of large-scale engineering projects on Earth, but does that really mean there are no ethical implications to altering a lifeless planet?
For instance, presumably rather few creatures are dependent for their survival specifically on Utah's Delicate Arch. But I think most would agree that blowing it up to make room for human development would be a major loss. Terraforming is that writ large.
Most people in the sci-fi/futurist community treat the effects on the planet's indigenous life and the implications for humans on Earth as the only factors. But the original planet as it was no longer exists. It's gone. Who gave us permission to do that?