“plastromancy: [divination] by cracks formed by heat on a turtle’s plastron (English plastron + manteia, prophecy)”
3000 year old turtle shell used for plastromancy in China. The inscription asks who will win a battle.
Also I tracked down the audition tape Durst sent MTV before he was in Limp Biskit, which was a total Vanilla Ice duo called “2White” BECAUSE IT WAS TWO WHITE DUDES GET IT. And they wouldn’t let me put it in the show. Really I deserve some kind of medal or maybe a small square named after me.
MTV hired me and Sarah to make PSAs after Woodstock 99, with musicians telling people rape is bad. Fred Durst refused to participate and I called him a stupid fucking pro-rape idiot (or something like that) and we either quit or got fired I forget. Then when I worked at Pop-Up Video I had to do a Limp Biskit song AND a Staind song which was so gross. SO GROSS. He had this revolting online diary (I guess nowadays it would be called a BLOG) and I was reading it so I could write the stupid script and every morning I was like, what horror has he posted today. Once he posted something about how he wanted to address the rumors that he was going to be a father and part of his explanation was that “I humped a girl on tour.” I’m seriously ready to go kill him right now.
- “is that YOUR gear?” (i’m setting it up, you dingus, why wouldn’t it be mine)
- dude starts plugging shit in for me without asking
- ‘wait up, sweetie. i know you’re carrying the gear, but girlfriends don’t get in free.’ (i’m A MEMBER OF THE BAND, ASSHOLE)
- ‘so which one of these guys is…
at matchless the sound guy touched my waist as he leaned over to adjust my amp (i had not asked him to) and i said HEY I BET YOU WOULDN’T BE DOING THAT IF I WAS A GUY! and he was wasted so he thought it was funny.
at a show a couple of weeks ago i was hanging in an outside balcony area talking to my friends at a club in stamford connecticut and the bouncer said “everyone who’s not a member of the band or fucking someone in the band has to leave.” i went OFF on that dude. he threatened to arrest me which was hilarious because he was uh, not a cop. after threatening to pee on the floor multiple times when he said i couldn’t use the bathroom and had to leave and calling him an asshole, i left. what was amazing was that he clearly did not get why i was so pissed off. in his own little weird universe, that was FUNNY. ugh.
How is this shit still going on?? Kill these dudes.
Someone needs to make a video to “Bette Davis Eyes” starring this Betty.
Nikki Giovanni (via amandaonwriting)
Hm. I have mixed feelings about how empathy functions, or how it can be manipulated, as previously discussed. Part of the solution to the empathetic crisis is disowning empathy and those who feed on it. I do think empathy makes me a better editor, especially for the kinds of things I’m editing now, because half of it is coaxing the truth out of people who have already invested the the narrative they think people want to hear. Also, there is nothing more loathsome than people who talk about how to be a good writer or writing in general, with special loathing for that Roxane Gay thing.