Mihály Zichy -The Powerless Anger of Man.
If you were wondering why I crossed over #LifeOfAnArchivist to #LifeOfAnAlchemist, here’s an illustration of how that works.
couldn’t not make this reblog-able cuz three points unrelated to each other, I assure you:
1) No. Don’t go be an Archivist. Don’t. Don’t do it. Do not.
2) HAHAHAHAHAHAH… what is it people think we do, anyway?
3) I want to destroy the last book in the world. And I am an Archivist. Well.
The Anarchivist recognizes art in everyday life, and must artfully archive the world in a way that inspires and does not alienate us from the history that is found .everywhere
lolwut
yeah, uh, fuck this (speaking as an Anarcho-inclined Archivist)
Matt Langer’s full time job is apparently to show me things that make me feel bad.
This Archivist calls horseshit on this entire memetic idea that’s been bouncing around for years. People have ever been scrapbooking and related things and yes PARTICULARLY as a mode of self expression. Few Create, most Curate, so it’s ever been even pre-Internet. Get over it. Move on. Make something if you want to. Etc.
The alchemist who has achieved illumination.
from Andrea de Pascalis, Alchemy: The Golden Art.
Sometimes when I tell people what I do for a living they respond with “Alchemist???” and I say, “yeah. That.”
(Source: copticlight)
Bone Folder
This is a bone folder. When I forget the name I call it a bone machine. It is a paper folding tool, made usually from the leg bone of a cow or deer. It is one of those tools that seems very simple but reveals complexity as you use it. Helene has three of various origin. One is old and worn and too small for my hand. The other two are larger, whiter, newer.
When folding paper, you draw the flat belly of the tool from the folded edges of the page towards the spine, then flatten your newly-formed crease with the rounded edges of the tool’s point.
When hand-folding a book’s pages (even a short one, of limited edition) this action must be completed hundreds of times. For the rest of the day you feel the bone’s weight in your fingers even though you’re not holding it. Your mind folds paper as your hand types, rests, chops carrots.
my favorite tool that i use fairly regularly.
like, two times the size it should be. no seats. just giant oars, and a giant boat. it took up the whole reading room. and i was all like, [Helrond], YOU ARE KILLING ME HERE. WHAT THE FUCK A GIANT BOAT.
and you were all like, “you never know when you’re going to have to cross over”
and i was like YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, YOU ASSHOLE.
NOW GET THIS BOAT OUT OF MY READING ROOM.
