Mansions on the Moon - Don’t Tell
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Mansions on the Moon - Don’t Tell
The body of a two-headed dolphin has washed up on a beach in Turkey this week. The conjoined corpse was seen floating onto the shore in Izmir on Turkey’s west coast on Monday by sports teacher Tugrul Metin.The dead dolphin was believed to be a one-year-old calf measuring just 3.2ft in length.
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Duplekita - The Sound of My Name
Today I was riding the subway in Manhattan during rush hour to go to my favorite figure-drawing class when enormous man in a rumpled gray business suit sat on my leg. You know how there are depressions in the seats that indicate where each person’s butt goes? Well mine was in one, a woman’s was in another, and this man just sits right between us without asking, expecting one of us to move. He sat directly on my leg, so I got up, uncomfortable, and crossed my arms to squeeze in with the mass of people in the subway car. Maybe he was tired from his job, I thought. He immediately began to sleep.
The train car was so crowded that everyone was pressed up against the walls, railings, and each other. And people still kept pushing themselves on. I couldn’t even put my arms to my sides, it was so crowded. I had to keep them folded in front of me.
When I walked out of the station I realized that my wallet wasn’t in my pocket, or my backpack. I had just lost $24, my driver’s license, my University of Florida ID, my Florida Museum of Natural History ID (no more free admission to public museums), my own debit card, the debit card that my internship gave me, the swipe key that gets me into my apartment, and a four leaf clover.
I sat on a bench and cried a little, feeling very panicked because I did not know how I was going to get home, or who I should talk to. These two older women with Bloomingdale’s shopping bags came and sat down next to me, bought me a bottle of water from a halal cart, and tried to comfort me in that intense, urgent, look-at-me-do-you-understand style typical of New Yorkers. One gave me $20 and then took my shoulders, brought her wide-eyed crusty-lipped face an inch away from mine, and said “YOU DO THE SAME THING NEXT TIME YOU SEE SOMEONE IN NEED, OK?? YOU PAY IT FORWARD, OK. YOU PAY IT FORWARD.”
After they left, I cancelled my cards as quickly as I could, called my mom and my boss, and then just sat on the bench for a while. I was in front of some kind of archway connecting two buildings. On the top of the archway was a row of different painted, geometric, faceless men. They looked like lego people, only their heads were black circles. A man sat down next to me with a handful of cigarette butts and began to light them, one by one. He was talking to himself loudly about child support.
I went back to the station from where I came and talked to the woman in the booth. She advised me to wait for the police to come so I could file a police report. This way, if I needed to replace my room key, or my driver’s license, I might be able to get it done for free. After standing in the station for almost 45 minutes, two policemen came up to me. They were both tall and stood with their legs wide apart and their thumbs on their belts full of black equipment. I asked about a police report and they laughed at me, saying that they wouldn’t give me one if I was using it to get something for free. One of them didn’t talk at all, and just looked at my boobs the whole time. The other one looked at my boobs occasionally. I told them that they were no help, that I felt uncomfortable, and that I would appreciate it if they left me alone now, but they kept asking me rhetorical questions like “Do you think the police should care about some tourist’s stolen wallet?”
I finally got on the right train home and closed my eyes until I heard my station announced on the intercom. It stung a little to close them, because I had been crying. I crossed my legs, clutched my bag to my chest, and tried to take up as little space as possible. There were completely different people on the train when I opened my eyes to leave.
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Molgula manhattanensis, the Sea Grape Tunicate, otherwise known as “Sea Squirt” is a solitary animal with a rudimentary nervous system and two holes at the top of its body- one for sucking in water to filter feed, and the other for expelling water. What is amazing and kind of disgusting about sea squirts is that as they sometimes expel all of their reproductive organs through a rupture in their body wall, and then regenerate the organs 1-4 days later. They do this because their bodies produce metabolic waste just by functioning, and they have no way to get rid of that except through this expulsive process. Furthermore, the organ catharsis doubles as a form of self defense for the sea squirt, as predators will be likely to feed on the floating, moving organs, rather than its stationary and camouflaged body.
the abridged history of a moon
My submission for the Comicsworkbook Composition Competition
The lined seahorse, Hippocampus erectus, is known for its unique monogamous behavior. The seahorses begin pair bonding as early as 4 months old, which is then reinforced by a ritual courtship dance from the male every morning. The ritual involves sound-making, in which each seahorse creates a clicking sound by lifting their head and thus sliding their head crest out from the edge of their skull. As the two embrace during the courtship ritual,the sounds from both the male and female unify, becoming indistinguishable from one another. This action creates a louder, consecutive sound, further establishing their bond.
Once they are established as monogamous mates though dances and clicking sounds, intercourse takes place. During intercourse, the female sprays her eggs into the males pouch, which is called a “brood pouch”, where they are fertilized and sealed. Females clutch size can be equal to or greater than one thousand and the males’ brood size can range from 97 to 1,552 eggs. The gestation period lasts for 20-21 days. When the time finally approaches, the male latches his prehensile tail onto a supportive object while he braces back and forth, until the developed seahorses escape from the pouch. The bracing continues until all seahorses have successfully escaped the pouch. However, unhatched seahorses that have died will create a gas within the male’s pouch. Soon after, the male seahorse inevitably floats to the surface, only to become easy prey in the marine food chain.
Mimosa Pale, an artist from Finland, invites her fellow citizens to climb into her vagina-themed bike taxi. Her intention is to protest the world’s fascination with phallic objects and draw attention to the cunt instead. So three times a week she hits the streets of Helsinki.
Les Liens Sociaux Series, 2013.
So I took the subway home tonight and a man had ball pythons and boa constrictors that he let loose from a brown bag and everyone was freaking out but I asked if I could hold one