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eithin.bsky.social
Queer, trans, disabled, he/they. Artist, designer, amateur material culture historian, ex-nanomaterials scientist. Open University environmental science student. Welsh, living in Scotland by the sea. Fix your hearts or die.
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Some positive news. The civilisation of Europe in the Middle Ages, by Irish travellers, clerics & scholars is well known. The National Museum of Ireland has borrowed books from that time, taken from Ireland to spread Christianity, & with it, literacy. A great exhibition @nmireland.bsky.social

you know how I'm always complaining that people should quit using Spotify?

There is no dilemma. We stay out of it. We don't join a war of aggression on the side of a power committing a genocide. We don't throw our military out in order to pander to a wannabe fascist tyrant. Iraq was a mistake and this is significantly more clear cut than Iraq was.

Explain your @ : eithin is the Welsh word for gorse (also known as whin, or furze) and it has cognates in Cornish and probably Pictish as well.

It is as the prophecy foretold

Advice wanted! Is there a better print on demand site for badges, specifically, than Redbubble? Especially for UK people but sensible international shipping/printing is a bonus. Please reskeet for reach. TIA!

There's nothing like stopping in the middle of the afternoon for a nice cup of coffee, and finding the first two places closed and the third serving undrinkable liquid that somehow manages to be both bitter and tasteless. With about a teaspoonful of oat milk.

We've been conditioned to think forests should be neat and tidy, but that's parkland: a domesticated version. REAL forest ecosystems are wild, tangled, and unruly.

Similar to my post about "liberation means even for that annoying guy you hate" - weird art includes art you personally don't get, don't like, wouldn't spend money on, find unsettling. Games you wouldn't play. Books you wouldn't read. Decommercialise your preconceptions of what art deserves to exist

Mussel shell gleanings from Ardtoe.

Today was a perfect beach day. Even down here in #Ardnamurchan it hit 22 C or so, and the beach at Ardtoe was delightful.

No: SERIOUSLY. Y'all need to have a good long think about why so many in "AI" and "Big Data" seem so determined to get others to believe that radical consent models of data collection and use are not only impossible, but wholly undesirable.

I have acquired copies of the trail cam footage - we have two different badgers, at least one pine marten, and vast numbers of birds. So many hungry badger poses to draw later!

Spiorad àird nam Murchan More work from my ongoing nine plus year love affair with and project on the Ardnamurchan peninsula in the remote west highlands of Scotland. These a little further afield in Sunart at the Ariundle Oakwood. Please take a moment to read my writing to accompany images in ALT

Holiday artwork.

Of course asking someone what genitals they had at birth is a breach of the right to privacy. They’re called “private parts” not “private unless you suspect the person is transgender and then be as invasive as you want parts”

What is common knowledge in your field, but shocks outsiders? The best way to earn money from art is to get a job in the arts industry - gallerist, publicist, administrator, whatever. Selling art that you make yourself is the single least efficient way to do this.

Ardnamurchan lighthouse.

I'm getting more and more annoyed at Moffat for his unsupported assertions - no footnotes! What an irresponsible waste of an opportunity!

Literal-literal Roald Dahl villain. There's no other explanation.

#fabulamurina (mouse story) 440 Silvius cerasum maturum invenit et gladium ligneum stringit (Silvius finds a ripe cherry and draws his wooden sword). cerasum tripartito dividet et porcellum, echinum muremque pascet (He'll divide the cherry in three and feed the piglet, the hedgehog and the mouse).

Castle Tioram #Ardnamurchan

It is really really sinking in for me the degree to which LLMs are the ultimate expression of right wing anti-intellectualism. Its proponents are literally mocking the idea that anyone would ever want to learn anything, know anything, develop any actual skill, or have a thought of their own.

Why not treat yourself to a gorgeous, very limited edition, signed and numbered letterpress art print!

I buy hardbacks maybe once a year, and this looks like it'll be time. uk.bookshop.org/p/books/comm...

This flyer holds more than ink — it holds our last hope. Every repost, every print, every share… might be the reason my daughter survives. We’re not asking for miracles. We’re asking to be seen — and not forgotten. 📍 gofund.me/be672f7c (Scan the QR / share the image)

The Long Neolithic lives in the now. Not just in ard-marks and soil deposits telling of old fields systems. Not just in barrows, menhirs and stone circles. It lives as a sense of sacred when you cross into its umbra. It refuses to accept that age kills mystery. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday

Sunset over Rum.

I'm really enjoying Moffat's book, but he does make a lot of under-supported suppositions about the culture and rituals of Neolithic Scotland.

No kings

Nae laird, nae king, nae maister, nae fucking pasaran!

‘I asked chat gpt’ ‘I asked grok’ ok well I asked a group of autistic people assuming one of them would have it in their special interest

Award-winning sci-fi anyone? Harry Josephine Giles' Deep Wheel Orcadia, winner of the 2022 Arthur C Clarke Award, has been adapted for the stage and is making its way home. You can catch this live performance, as part of the St Magnus Festival, on June 26th at 9pm in the Orkney Theatre...

Salen Jetty.

Drop something yellow.

On the road past Loch Ailort. Beautiful views, but absolutely blighted with rhododendrons.

Cross-country road trip: ambushed by a bookshop and some vegan toffee and biscoff cake in Blairgowrie (is "Blair" cognate with the Welsh "Blaenau"?) and then lunch at Creag Megaidh NNR. Onwards!

You’ll be too young to remember, but there was a time when you could wake up as many as three mornings in a row and not find the world had lost its fucking mind.

I was stuck on a train with Martin Carthy once.