Thortawar

@thortawar.bsky.social

Sw developer, vrchat enthusiast, dork. I collect bad jokes, useless facts, and inspirational quotes. If you need ideas: I have plenty. Don't try to sell me anything: I don't want it.

Some of the most remarkable lost artefacts from the ancient world were the titanic wrecks of the Nemi ships, built for a Roman emperor. In their first-century heyday they held gardens, palaces and baths in a floating wonderland. But barely a decade after their recovery, they were lost forever.

Onlookers queue up to view the excavations of Caligula's ancient Roman vessels, known as the Nemi ships 1932.

The fundamental issue in the US that a lot of people seem to miss is the corruption and money in politics. It is what enabled Trump. It is what will enable the next asshole. It is what makes you an increasingly unreliable ally. It will ruin you unless you root it out.

One of the most awesome things I've heard about is that the memory chips they used to put a man on the moon was *handwoven* by a team of seamstresses. (There were no factory tools that had enough precision for those tiny copper threads.) It's kinda steampunk, and I love it.

Everyone is a bit odd in their own way. Absolutely no one is completely normal. But for some reason, a lot of people are judgemental of others who don't conform to "normal".

A tricky thing about modern society is that no one has any idea when they don’t die. Like, the number of lives saved by controlling air pollution in America is probably over 200,000 per year, but the number of people who think their life was saved by controlling air pollution is zero.

THE REACH (1999) Acrylic on Canvas - 48" x 30" Almost a Lumen painting, in which figures are trying to work their way out of enclosed spaces and get into the light. I used a model for this one and it was quite difficult for her to take this pose and hold it long enough to capture the gesture. 1/2

In a vast chamber lined with square concrete panels, a woman grips an iron ring to hang suspended in a sideways T. A taut chain extends from the ring on a diagonal down to another metal loop where she anchors her bare feet. Gravity tugs on her fiery orange hair as she reaches down to touch a broad band of mist. The hood of her loose white top spills down as do both sleeves, one bunching at the shoulder to expose her arm—her torso prevents it from falling farther—while unobstructed the other sleeve billows loosely. There is some curvature to the wall behind her, which tapers inward at the top. Boards are tacked in staggered lines extending ladder-like up the wall. A grungy tactile delight, the place looks weathered with tattered cloth draping the concrete in places. A variety of openings are covered by rusty grates or metal plates.