Eric Brandom
@ebrandom.bsky.social
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Intellectual history, here decontextualized. Especially modern France, history of political thought, and socialism. And Kansas, because that's where I live "als Gelehrter, der durch Schriften zum eigentlichen Publikum, nämlich der Welt, spricht."
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"the common ruin of the contending classes"
ebrandom.bsky.social
Well you know, that's what a kiss is. With some people.
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skeetsofgrass.bsky.social
Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.
ebrandom.bsky.social
"Melting with lust and dismay, he laid his hands on her upper arms"
ebrandom.bsky.social
When you read too much biology and have a dream about life (sexy)
The books lay piled high on the table with the lamp, but one was on the floor mat next to his lounge chair and another, the one Hans Castorp had last been reading, lay across his stomach, its weight making it very difficult for him to breathe, although his cerebral cortex had sent no order to the appropriate muscles to remove it. He had read to the bottom of the page, until his chin rested on his chest and his eyelids fell over his ordinary blue eyes. He beheld the image of life, its voluptuous limbs, its flesh-borne beauty. She had loosened her hands from the back of her neck, and her arms-she spread them wide now, revealing the inner surface, especially the tender skin at the elbow with its blood vessels, two large bluish branching veins-her arms were of inexpressible sweetness. She bent toward him, bent down to him, over him, he sensed her organic aroma, sensed the lacelike pounding of her heart. He felt an embrace, hot and tender, around his neck. Melting with lust and dismay, he laid his hands on her upper arms, there where her grainy skin stretched taut over the triceps and was blissfully cool to the touch. He felt the moist suckle of her kiss on his lips.
ebrandom.bsky.social
This is a real dream that a real character in a novel had
ebrandom.bsky.social
When you read too much biology and have a dream about life (sexy)
The books lay piled high on the table with the lamp, but one was on the floor mat next to his lounge chair and another, the one Hans Castorp had last been reading, lay across his stomach, its weight making it very difficult for him to breathe, although his cerebral cortex had sent no order to the appropriate muscles to remove it. He had read to the bottom of the page, until his chin rested on his chest and his eyelids fell over his ordinary blue eyes. He beheld the image of life, its voluptuous limbs, its flesh-borne beauty. She had loosened her hands from the back of her neck, and her arms-she spread them wide now, revealing the inner surface, especially the tender skin at the elbow with its blood vessels, two large bluish branching veins-her arms were of inexpressible sweetness. She bent toward him, bent down to him, over him, he sensed her organic aroma, sensed the lacelike pounding of her heart. He felt an embrace, hot and tender, around his neck. Melting with lust and dismay, he laid his hands on her upper arms, there where her grainy skin stretched taut over the triceps and was blissfully cool to the touch. He felt the moist suckle of her kiss on his lips.
ebrandom.bsky.social
Ok I am sold Absalom next
ebrandom.bsky.social
When you read too much biology and have a dream about life (sexy)
The books lay piled high on the table with the lamp, but one was on the floor mat next to his lounge chair and another, the one Hans Castorp had last been reading, lay across his stomach, its weight making it very difficult for him to breathe, although his cerebral cortex had sent no order to the appropriate muscles to remove it. He had read to the bottom of the page, until his chin rested on his chest and his eyelids fell over his ordinary blue eyes. He beheld the image of life, its voluptuous limbs, its flesh-borne beauty. She had loosened her hands from the back of her neck, and her arms-she spread them wide now, revealing the inner surface, especially the tender skin at the elbow with its blood vessels, two large bluish branching veins-her arms were of inexpressible sweetness. She bent toward him, bent down to him, over him, he sensed her organic aroma, sensed the lacelike pounding of her heart. He felt an embrace, hot and tender, around his neck. Melting with lust and dismay, he laid his hands on her upper arms, there where her grainy skin stretched taut over the triceps and was blissfully cool to the touch. He felt the moist suckle of her kiss on his lips.
ebrandom.bsky.social
Ok so Absolom it is???
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cmf406.bsky.social
Also, Joyce likes women and Faulkner hates us.
ebrandom.bsky.social
I have read even less Faulkner than Joyce
ebrandom.bsky.social
The thing is I think there really is a fundamental disagreement about whether Marx was doing this (Kant) or Hegel.
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kshistoryjournal.bsky.social
We publish academic articles of around 9,000 words on the history and culture of Kansas and the Great Plains. We are quarterly, peer reviewed, and eager to see your submissions!

Here’s the link with our guidelines: www.kansashistory.gov/p/kansas-his...
a line drawing of an envelope with a cloud behind it .
Alt: A line drawing of an envelope with a cloud behind it .
media.tenor.com
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nataliebrender.bsky.social
Critique of Commercial Reason
hkpmw.bsky.social
Nordstrom Rack at the mountains of madness
A gently glowing blue sign on the wall of a department store reads “prices below reason”
ebrandom.bsky.social
Wait to keep or to throw out?
ebrandom.bsky.social
[pulling at my collar because I haven't read much of either]
rezekjoe.bsky.social
Pick one! Once and for all!

Joyce
Faulkner
ebrandom.bsky.social
Going to admit that the muppet movie I've seen in the last two decades is Christmas Carol.
ebrandom.bsky.social
People are neither responsible nor smart enough to drive a car, have friends, or vote.
rachelholliday.bsky.social
“If one of your five closest friends is an AI companion that is a great sounding board and a great therapist or coach, and everyone has that, I think that will raise the emotional intelligence of most people and really smooth out the variance in people,” Schiffmann said.
The guy behind those ‘Friend’ ads in the subways is tired of talking to New Yorkers
New Yorkers are taking note and even scribbling their own graffiti on the ads. Avi Schiffmann, 22, says that's the point — but doesn't feel like talking to them.
gothamist.com
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meganlcook.bsky.social
If no one responds I am going to assume all I need to do is reread Christopher Hill (which I am happy to do)
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meganlcook.bsky.social
I am looking for recommendations for recent scholarship about the English Civil War from a literary historical perspective, what have you got? Realizing that both my knowledge and confidence in that knowledge crater c. 1640.
ebrandom.bsky.social
My strong sense is that the long scene with the hills in the road toward the end of One Battle After Another is a citation of some other film, but I have no idea which one.
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jenwhy.bsky.social
Le Puy du Fou, the French historical (re?)enactment entertainment park that is aiming to open a new branch near Oxford, has a somewhat divisive background in reactionary French politics. A very topical #frenchpodcast. #Frhistory www.radiofrance.fr/franceinter/...
Le Puy du Fou : visiter et revisiter l’Histoire
Aujourd’hui dans Affaires Sensibles, le Puy-du-Fou : visiter et revisiter l’Histoire
www.radiofrance.fr
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nissaren.bsky.social
There are few things that make me happier than the fact that William James’ house looks like this at Halloween.
ebrandom.bsky.social
i remember enjoying the next two books in that becky chambers series -- although the second one is quite different.
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johnraimo.bsky.social
»Solange es Geschichte gibt, wird es Historie geben.«
~ Reinhart Koselleck

« L’Histoire est entièrement vraie, puisque je l’ai imaginée d’un bout à l’autre. »
~ Boris Vian

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