downtroddendeity:

prokopetz:

One of my favourite historical phenomena is technology that’s based on a totally off-the-wall theory about how the world works, but ends up being sort of effective because it’s close enough. Like those old-timey plague doctor masks, whose enormous beaks are an enclosed breathing apparatus stuffed full of dried aromatic herbs on the theory that disease is communicated by the odour of decay – which is completely wrong, of course, but the masks ended up being reasonable effective at their purpose anyway because it turns out that sticking a big wad of dried plant matter in front of your airway is a pretty effective way to avoid inhaling aerosolised bodily fluids.

My favorite is the fact that scurvy was cured, and then un-cured because a bunch of perfectly sensible and intelligent people didn’t know what a vitamin was.

I would have a serious caption for this because I love Fitzjames but the entire time I was painting this, all I could think of was a line from Cabin Pressure: “Look, I keep telling you, I didn’t ask for extra. It’s just the standard amount of gold braid they put on a captain’s hat these days!”

I’m listening to a fado playlist right now, and the lyrics mentioned “água-furtada”, but it sounded like “agua fortada” and my mind went directly to “aqua fortis” and I experienced a moment of extreme confusion before google translate informed me that it means “attic” 

goddamnshinyrock:

I’ve been listening to this album of Scottish battle songs all week and it has made me so ready to wet my sword with English blood 

me, listening to folk music from maritime canada or new england: Ah, my homeland. I long to return to those rocky shores. [gazes into the distance]

me, listening to fado: Ah, my ancestral home. I long to return to the volcanic shores of the Azores. [gazes into the distance]

me, listening to scottish folk music: TIME TO TAKE UP ARMS FOR THE LAND OF MY FOREFATHERS