echolalaphile
allthingslinguistic:

feitclub:

It’s a katakana font (named “ゴウラ”) designed to look like Olde English fancy print
This must be the Japanese equivalent of that “asian” font you see on Chinese takeout boxes
(via a friend-of-a-friend on Facebook. hat-tip to artofemilyo)

The comments on the Language Log post about Gothic katakana are also interesting, including a link to The Structures of Letters and Symbols throughout Human History Are Selected to Match Those Found in Objects in Natural Scenes. 

allthingslinguistic:

feitclub:

It’s a katakana font (named “ゴウラ”) designed to look like Olde English fancy print

This must be the Japanese equivalent of that “asian” font you see on Chinese takeout boxes

(via a friend-of-a-friend on Facebook. hat-tip to artofemilyo)

The comments on the Language Log post about Gothic katakana are also interesting, including a link to The Structures of Letters and Symbols throughout Human History Are Selected to Match Those Found in Objects in Natural Scenes

lack-lustin
lack-lustin:


scandalous_13
47 minutes ago
So I ordered a coffee at my hotel yesterday.. Sounds simple right? “Large espresso mate” …..”Large?”….”Yes mate”…..What came next was the largest double espresso I have ever seen…I laughed thinking large in America means a size too big back home, but who cares, I’m their guest and they’ve always been such wonderful hosts…. So I downed it….In the morning a woman stood behind the breakfast counter this time….. “Hey, can I get a large espresso?”…. “You’re the guy who takes 8shots”…. “8 shots? I had 8 fucking shots yesterday?”…. Moral of the story is this, when you’re Irish and abroad please remember that “Mate” sounds like “Eight” #EmbracingAccentBarriers #SizeMatters

PFFT omg

lack-lustin:

scandalous_13

47 minutes ago
So I ordered a coffee at my hotel yesterday.. Sounds simple right? “Large espresso mate” …..”Large?”….”Yes mate”…..What came next was the largest double espresso I have ever seen…I laughed thinking large in America means a size too big back home, but who cares, I’m their guest and they’ve always been such wonderful hosts…. So I downed it….In the morning a woman stood behind the breakfast counter this time….. “Hey, can I get a large espresso?”…. “You’re the guy who takes 8shots”…. “8 shots? I had 8 fucking shots yesterday?”…. Moral of the story is this, when you’re Irish and abroad please remember that “Mate” sounds like “Eight” #EmbracingAccentBarriers #SizeMatters

PFFT omg

ineptshieldmaid
ineptshieldmaid:

discardingimages:

butt trumpeting horse(above: ‘Gloria Patri’ - ‘Glory be to the Father’)‘The Maastricht Hours’, Liège 14th century.
British Library, Stowe 17, fol. 153v

#always reblog historical profanity#although i’m genuinely curious WHAT THE HELL WHERE THEY THINKING#medieval#medieval artOH PASI HAVE YOU NOT MET THE BUTTTRUMPTET? It’s quite a staple of marginal art! My favourite is Butt Trumpet, Monkey but there  are a range of other  butt-trumpets including one played by a human-serpent hybrid here. discardingimages posted a different monkey butttrumpet just the other day.

ineptshieldmaid:

discardingimages:

butt trumpeting horse
(above: ‘Gloria Patri’ - ‘Glory be to the Father’)

‘The Maastricht Hours’, Liège 14th century.

British Library, Stowe 17, fol. 153v

#always reblog historical profanity#although i’m genuinely curious WHAT THE HELL WHERE THEY THINKING#medieval#medieval art

OH PASI HAVE YOU NOT MET THE BUTTTRUMPTET? It’s quite a staple of marginal art! My favourite is Butt Trumpet, Monkey but there  are a range of other  butt-trumpets including one played by a human-serpent hybrid here. discardingimages posted a different monkey butttrumpet just the other day.

ursulavernon
As Arnold points out, there is an otherwise inexplicable shift in direction in the Piccadilly line passing east out of South Kensington. “In fact,” she writes, “the tunnel curves between Knightsbridge and South Kensington stations because it was impossible to drill through the mass of skeletal remains buried in Hyde Park.” I will admit that I think she means “between Knightsbridge and Hyde Park Corner”—although there is apparently a “small plague pit dating from around 1664” beneath Knightsbridge Green—but I will defer to Arnold’s research.

But to put that another way, the ground was so solidly packed with the interlocked skeletons of 17th-century victims of the Great Plague that the Tube’s 19th-century excavation teams couldn’t even hack their way through them all. The Tube thus had to swerve to the side along a subterranean detour in order to avoid this huge congested knot of skulls, ribs, legs, and arms tangled in the soil—an artificial geology made of people, caught in the throat of greater London.

London and Its Dead

i read shit like this and think what could my imagination possibly have to add

like how do i write something about london that’s weirder than london already is?

(via weunderstandthelights)

I am taking the Piccadilly line to the airport tomorrow and wow, do I have something to think about now.

(via ursulavernon)
ineptshieldmaid

twostriptechnicolor:

fuckyeahsources:

Nope. But the real story is better. Bolding mine:

The late Ruth Thompson, a cell painter on “Snow White” who later became a multiplane scene planner, recalled: “We tried everything - airbrush, drybrush, even lipstick and rouge, which is perhaps the basis for the legend because we did, in fact, try it. But nothing worked.

The airbrush was difficult to control on such a small area; drybrush was too harsh; lipstick and rouge unwieldy and messy. Everything proved to be impractical and all hope seemed lost to give Snow White her little bit of color when the idea of using a dye was proposed.

Again Ms. Thompson: “Someone suggested a red dye because the blue day we added to give Donald Duck his distinctive sailor-blue never really could be washed off the cell without leaving a bluish stain where the paint had been applied.”

Ever since the mid 30’s when color became the norm for all the cartoons, not just the “Silly Symphonies,” all paints and inks were made at the studio. During this period as well cells were routinely reused for economic reasons, thus the need to wash them off. Apparently Donald’s special blue color was made with a dye added to the usual powdered pigments. “So we tried that.” As the women gathered around in what must have seemed just another dead-end effort, all eyes became fixed on the red dot which soon became a small glow with no perceptible edge. The hushed silence soon gave way to sighs of relief. The method had finally been found. Now the application.

Among the studio’s many inkers (an extremely demanding profession), was one young lady whose training and skill was unique: Helen Ogger. Just being an inker placed one within the elite confines of this most “holy of holies” area of the Nunnery, as the Ink and Paint Department was so called (Walt had strict and quite Victorian views that the sexes not mingle at the workplace, allowing no male personnel save the “gofer” boy and the paymaster “Mr.” Keener to enter this domain of mostly unmarried women ). But Helen was in addition a very fine cartoonist and one of the few women at Disney’s or anywhere else, who could animate.

Such a seemingly insignificant detail (as the cheek colors) might be thought not worthy of special mention (she, as well as the other inkers and painters, was given no screen credit). But when one adds up the number of footage required to be tinted freehand on each individual cell, the hours suddenly turn into weeks and months. In fact, such a treatment was never attempted again on such a scale and even today, the publicity stills from “Snow White,” most of which do not have the added blush, bear witness to how that little touch of extra care adds to the vitality we see on the screen.

The work was done on all close-ups, most medium shots, and even on some long shots. The Queen was also similarly tinted. Hundreds of hours were needed to complete this task, arduous, repetitive and, of course, hard on the eyes. Ultimately a handful of other girls were needed to assist Helen as the clocked ticked toward the deadline.

Helen had to place several cells together on an animation board, one atop the other, just like in the process of animation, in order to get the ‘registration’ right (the spot of red just right in relation to the preceding and following ones) - all of this without any guide. She would work out her own extremes and then ‘animate’ the blush in inbetweens. Her work deserves admiration and gratitude and it is unfortunate that her contribution has remained unknown and her anonymity unaltered during her lifetime. She was paid, as were the rest of the Inkers, $18 a week, which included a half-day on Saturday and the many, many hours of unpaid overtime “Snow White” would require - all given unstintingly, (by everyone involved, it should be added), to a project whose joy in participating was its own reward.

She eventually became head of Inking and Special Effects and even taught classes in animation at the studio. She left in 1941 (apparently part of the terrible strike that would leave the Disney Studio changed forever), taking her skills with her. She died in Glendale in February of 1980. Perhaps it is safe to say that her departure was critical to the abrupt demise of this now unique effect (it was also used, though on a much smaller scale in both “Pinocchio” and “Fantasia”). None of the other inkers or painters were animators and it is this fact, not just the factor of economy nor the changing tastes, which surely must be considered a reason why such details were never attempted again. The golden age was over.

The making of Snow White never ceases to fascinate me. And incidentally, that unpaid overtime was one of the causes of the 1941 strike.