IT’S THE WET HOT AMERICAN SUMMER PREQUEL TRAILER
A reader recently sent me a link to the Tumblr analyzing this painting:
Susanna and the Elders, Restored (Left)
Susanna and the Elders, Restored with X-ray (Right)
Kathleen Gilje, 1998
For those who don’t know about this painting, the artist was the Baroque artist Artemisia Gentileschi.
Gentileschi was a female painter in a time when it was very largely unheard of for a woman to be an artist. She managed to get the opportunity for training and eventual employment because her father, Orazio, was already a well established master painter who was very adamant that she get artistic training. He apparently saw a high degree of skill in some artwork she did as a hobby in childhood. He was very supportive of her and encouraged her to resist the “traditional attitude and psychological submission to brainwashing and the jealousy of her obvious talents.”
Gentileschi became extremely well known in her time for painting female figures from the Bible and their suffering.
Just heard from one of you with some extra information about this:
“I was reading through the link round up and excited to see the link to a work by Artemisia Gentileschi and her painting of Susanna and the Elders. I wanted to note that the x-ray being compared alongside the painting is actually a contemporary work of art by a living artist. Kathleen Gilje, the artist, drew on the Baroque tradition of underpainting to imagine an alternative interpretation of the work. She created the more violent underpainting and then meticulous painted over it with Gentileschi’s original composition. Here is a link to her website:
http://kathleengilje.com/artwork/321721_Susanna_and_the_Elders_Restored_X_Ray.html
And here is a video Gilje made about the work:
As the original Tumblr essay notes, Gentileschi’s actual composition is still a radical departure from that of fellow (male) artists painting the same scene. However, I would not want Gentileschi’s important contribution to be confused with the work of a contemporary artist.”
I LOVE YOU GUYS
Alternative Names For The British: “During the Hundred Years’ War, the French took to calling the English les goddams because of their frequent use of expletives.”
It’s the perfect fake brochure for Dad Land you never knew you needed. “Explore the five fatherly realms!”
This New Yorker article about Tyrone Hayes’ work and persecution is fascinating:
Hayes continued studying atrazine on his own, and soon he became convinced that Syngenta representatives were following him to conferences around the world. He worried that the company was orchestrating a campaign to destroy his reputation. He complained that whenever he gave public talks there was a stranger in the back of the room, taking notes. On a trip to Washington, D.C., in 2003, he stayed at a different hotel each night. He was still in touch with a few Syngenta scientists and, after noticing that they knew many details about his work and his schedule, he suspected that they were reading his e-mails. To confuse them, he asked a student to write misleading e-mails from his office computer while he was travelling. He sent backup copies of his data and notes to his parents in sealed boxes. In an e-mail to one Syngenta scientist, he wrote that he had “risked my reputation, my name . . . some say even my life, for what I thought (and now know) is right.” A few scientists had previously done experiments that anticipated Hayes’s work, but no one had observed such extreme effects. In another e-mail to Syngenta, he acknowledged that it might appear that he was suffering from a “Napoleon complex” or “delusions of grandeur.”
For years, despite his achievements, Hayes had felt like an interloper. In academic settings, it seemed to him that his colleagues were operating according to a frivolous code of manners: they spoke so formally, fashioning themselves as detached authorities, and rarely admitted what they didn’t know.
“A San Francisco deputy public defender was handcuffed and arrested at the Hall of Justice after she objected to city police officers questioning her client outside a courtroom, an incident that her office called outrageous and police officials defended as appropriate.”
Marissa Alexander has been released from prison at last. The fact that she had to accept a plea deal, submit to two years of monitoring, and serve any jail time at all is an absolute miscarriage of justice.
EXACTLY WHAT IT SAYS ON THE TIN HERE ARE TWENTY-FOUR VERY BEAUTIFUL HORSES WITH UNUSUAL MARKINGS, FANTASTIC JOB EVERYONE
“We all stand to gain if fathers no longer testify against sons”: Egypt’s war on atheism
Friend of the Toast Leah Reich on California’s highways is pretty good. I like California and I like driving and I like Leah, so I’m hardly an impartial observer; still, I think you’ll agree.
“Sometimes I think about the places I’ve missed on these drives, the way I’ve been north-south but not as much east-west. The day we went to Mexicali, we drove only from Costa Mesa, over and back. Had we gone straight up we might have made it to the Salton Sea. I’ve never been to Tahoe, to Yosemite, to the Sequoias, to Grass Valley or Antelope Valley, or to the ghost towns that dot the landscape. I’ve spent precious little time in Riverside County, although the night I stayed in Hemet across from an emu farm felt like a near-eternity.”
Oh my God it’s a lonely fox everybody stand back and just watch the lil guy
It feels stupid to link to Jezebel, because they’re a much bigger site than we are; sort of like if CNBC tried to remind you to watch NBC, but whatever, in case you haven’t read it yet, I think Jia’s visit to UVA after the Rolling Stone article is thoughtful and good. It’s Jia, you know? Jia.
Oh my God they tried to use KNIVES to pry them open, historians are ham-handed clods:
IN 1752 Camillo Paderni, an artist who had been put in charge of the growing pile of antiquities being dug up at Herculaneum, a seaside town near Naples, wrote to a certain Dr Mead, who then wrote to the Royal Society in London reporting that “there were found many volumes of papyrus but turned to a sort of charcoal, and so brittle, that being touched, it fell to ashes. Yet by His Majesty’s orders he made many trials to open them, but all to no purpose; excepting some scraps containing some words.”
The excavation at Herculaneum—which, like nearby Pompeii, was buried in 79AD under ash from Mount Vesuvius—had uncovered a literary time capsule. What came to be called the Villa of the Papyri contained a library of perhaps 2,000 books, the only such collection known to have been preserved from antiquity.
Actually reading these scrolls has, however, proved both tricky and destructive—until now. For a paper just published in Nature Communications, by Vito Mocella of the Institute for Microelectronics and Microsystems, in Naples, describes a way to decipher them without unrolling them.
Lord love the Mirror:
BLAMMO
“Another common term used by Afrikaners to describe the British in South Africa is soutie or soutpiel, meaning “salty” or “salty penis” respectively. The meaning behind this is that they have one foot in Britain and one foot in South Africa, leaving their penis to hang in the salty sea water”
Well I never. o_O
This explanation was clearly invented by some historian who doesn’t know how lonely it can get on the veldt
Horse #8 needs to get all the cheek scritches and carrots from me!
Number 22 wants to show off how far down his markings go.
Oh boy Artemesia! At least apocryphally, she’s supposed to be the only artist who Caravaggio (basically the inventor of Baroque painting) considered a worthy student, but she didn’t get any attention until the 20th century when a few feminist art historians said “wait, maybe we SHOULDN’T believe those ridiculous claims by her contemporaries that all of her paintings were secretly done by adjacent men.”
Artemisia Gentileschi was *such* a bad ass. I know it’s cliche and very 1st year art student of me to say so, but her Judiths are amazing and an excellent example of Baroque Misandry.
Baroque Misandry! I feel like we could all use more of that.
That’s the name of The Toast’s resident chamber orchestra.
I’m a viola, sign me up!!!
I can’t believe we’ve never talked about Artemisia Gentilleschi before. She’s like the proto-misandrist, at least of the European art world.
(if anyone knows of some great books about her, I am all ears. She’s mentioned to some extent in “Well-Behaved Women Seldom Make History” by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich but I would like to read something just specifically about her)
One of my very favorite scholarly things about her is Patrizia Cavazzini’s essay “Artemisia in Her Father’s House.” It’s a wonderful, rigorous, archival reminder of just how constricted an early modern woman’s world could be. I also like Elizabeth Cropper’s essays.
I think the x-ray of that painting is another piece of art, not an actual x-ray. But spread the word about Gentileschi! She was awesome. http://www.nytimes.com/2013/06/30/nyregion/a-review-of-r...
Yes, I believe you’re right – the title of the newer painting makes it sounds like it’s a restoration, so I see the confusion, but it’s two separate paintings, and Tumblr got it mixed up.
Oh man. I wish it had really been an X-ray of the original painting – I got chills reading about it.
I didn’t realize how much my inner horse girl of yore is crying out to be heard.
I know!! The nine-year-old me whose favourite book was about horse breeds is incredibly happy right now.
Nine was the height of my horse-girlness. All the horse posters. All the horse books. All the Breyer horses lined from most to least resplendent across my dresser.
Horses and trees are the only two things I can draw well, thanks to that period in my life.
I keep thinking my horsegirlness is peaking and then I buy another horse…
Just to be clear, because Tumblr got super confused on this point: “Susanna and the Elders, Restored with X-ray” is a painting by Kathleen Gilje; it’s inspired by the Artemisia Gentileschi painting, but it’s not actually an x-ray of it.
JINX you owe me a soda
About Artemisia Gentileschi–I hate to be a wet blanket, but I saw subsequent iterations of that post with some corrections/clarifications. The “x-ray version” of this is actually a modern creation by Kathleen Gilje–hence “Kathleen Gilje, 1998.” It’s not really a restoration. Here’s some info on that: http://kathleengilje.com/artwork/321721_Susanna_a…
The rest is, AFAIK, true, so Gentileschi still sounds pretty awesome! But the x-ray is not hers.
Wet blanket, out! *salutes and disappears*
I reeeeeHEEEEally want to give that fox a cuddle, and bring him a fox friend, there are some in my backyard he can be friends with
It makes me sad to think of him wandering about with no friends.
exactly
I mean
he should have some pals, right
Maybe he can be pen pals with The Loneliest Whale?
a few summers ago my then-boyfriend and I were on the beach and a fox just came up to me while BF was pretending to surf and hung out with me for like two hours. Just me and a fox, chillin’ on the beach. I named him Garfunkel.
#dreamlife
Aaah there’s this bit in ‘Life of Birds’ about this NZ ground parrot who every year at the right season would dig a little nest on the ridge and sit in it and make the little calls out to lady parrots about the nest he had built, but no lady parrots ever came because he was the last. MAKES ME TEAR UP EVERY TIME.
nooooo
Poor lonely kakapo! Don’t worry, though – while the kakapo is still endangered, nowadays lonely kakapo are shipped to Sex Island so they can find someone to get it on with (and then shipped off again when they get tired, bless). Conservation!
That is such a relief, I can’t even tell you.
That Wet Hot American Summer trailer makes me pants-happy.
I can’t decide if I’m most excited about Ken Marino’s perm, Janeane Garafalo’s tiny braids and peasant shirt, or EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS.
Let me help you: IT’S EVERYTHING. THE GLORIOUS WHOLE.
It’s always fun to go into town, even for an hour.
I have another feeling to add to yesterday’s index: deciding to trim your own bangs and realizing after one snip that it will look terrible but also that it will look even worse if you don’t finish the job, so you just have to keep cutting as your mouth fills with bile.
Oh god. That’s stomach churning.
I really need to trim my bangs.
I was JUST considering trimming my own bangs, because I don’t want to pay for a haircut but am reaching the point where I can’t see. Thank you for stopping me.
Well, I was able to fix it (more or less) and in the worst case scenario there’s always headbands and bobby pins. It obviously would look better if I’d gone to a salon but for me, the difference in quality/aesthetic appeal would not be enough to justify the cost. So YMMV!
So, bangs update — after obsessing about them all day, and feeling way too embarrassed to go to the salon because I’d let them grow far longer than I should, I decided to ask my husband to trim them! I thought, “Oh, this will be much better than I could do myself but I don’t need to go to the salon, it’s a win win situation!”
WRONG. I look like I have the same bangs my brother did when he was seven.
And then, my husband, feeling like it was a fantastic idea, decided to trim his own bangs as well! SO NOW WE MATCH
I really enjoyed Jia’s piece, insomuch as you would enjoy a piece about such a horrible shit-show all around. I wondered if it would end up on the Roundup.
Agreed. I will read anything she writes, but this was particularly good.
Historians are literally the worst.
#notallhistorians !
Commence pedantry:
Not that this proves anything about the worst-ness of historians one way or another, but Camillo Paderni was an ARTIST, not an historian.
And the others are conservators and archeologists.
I can’t finish the piece on Tyrone Hayes, it’s way too painful. Impostor syndrome doesn’t sound like a big deal until you realize how it can be turned against you like that…
I had the exact same reaction. Gut-punch, that was.
Oh my God, reading Jia’s piece makes me so, so glad that I never went to UVA
When I was in college, Valentine’s Day brought a shower of white flyers plastered to columns and bulletin boards all over the school, featuring Thomas Jefferson and Sally Hemings, with a big red heart in between. “TJ <3 Sally,” the flyers read. Most people—and granted, this was seven years ago—thought these “love notes” were sweet.</i>
THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN WHILE I WAS THERE. Not that my school was much better on the sexual assault front, but dear God.
Nothing like a founding father engaging in a practice which Khal Drogo decided went too far.
OMG PONIES COME IN BRINDLE FLAVOR??????
I am thrilled to have the chance to link to a blog that will effectively kill the whole day for the horse-girls and the science ladies: http://equinetapestry.com/2014/04/a-heritable-for…
THAT’S BADAAAAAAAAASSSS!!
Brindle horses are chimeras! Neat!
I am going to be reading that blog a lot, thankyou!
Oh no I’m a former horse-girl AND a science lady and I’ve been completely sucked down the rabbit hole (by which I mean this is amazing, thank you).
I feel it is relevant to link to an article on Jezebel since a lot of the readers here…well, we gave up on Jezebel a loooooong time ago.
(Not bashing them, but just recognizing that they changed in a way that didn’t suit my reading tastes, so I found a new feminist home.)
Yup! I have them still in my RSS reader (as I never seem to delete any feeds) and so it’s a lot of skimming headlines.
If the Toast links to something on a bigger website, I’ll take the time to actually go and read it.
I will visit them every so often on a slow day when I have read every. other. thing. on the internet—including the totality of buzzfeed.
Yeah, I don’t visit Gawker/jezebel/etc or Buzzfeed unless someone I trust links to them. I actually have Buzzfeed muted on Twitter so I don’t even see retweets unless someone specifically says why it’s worth reading, then I hunt it down on their profile instead.
This means I often fall Really Far Behind on “the Best Restaurant in New York” but one of my friends always tweets when it’s a really good one, so I catch up then.
The last horse one is a photoshop job, but the others are super. I really want a brindle pony!
my old git goes all sorts of colours – he is ‘sooty buckskin’ officially, but in the spring his front half goes dark brown and his back half goes silvery, having been a light goldy colour through winter and orange with shoulder-shading in summer!
Mallory…I would hate you if you became the next Borowitz.
GOOD TO KNOW YOUR LOVE IS SO CONDITIONAL
I figured you would be very interested in the precise terms of my affection.
I’m a little surprised to see so much general positivity about Jia Tolentino, as she’s part of the reason I don’t really read Jezebel much anymore. Ever since she wrote on the Lena Dunham controversy in a way that pretended the actually problematic parts of what she wrote in her book didn’t exist and then made rude and dismissive comments to the people who pointed this out (a trend that has continued in her later pieces), I have just been. . .not impressed with her one bit. The UVA piece is good, though.
I just think that she’s the best writer they have. The UVA piece was well-written and I loved her piece on cheerleaders that was posted in the link roundup a couple of months ago. I actually hadn’t even realized she worked for Jez until I googled her name after reading that piece.
Still, I can’t speak to the Lena Dunham thing because I didn’t follow that story at all. As for the rude and dismissive, I think that’s par for the course on there. While they often have some awesome authors who engage with the commentariat, I’ve never known them to retract a piece, apologize, or back down in any way in response to criticism.
That’s fair. I have enjoyed pieces by her without realizing she wrote them, but her Lena Dunham piece was really offensive and I’ve seen a number of things since then that just make me think she is really childish and gross. Really there hasn’t been any reason to ever read Jezebel since Lindy West stopped writing for them.
Yeah, I can definitely see the childish and gross thing, and I agree with you about Jez.
Those historians who tried to pry open the scrolls with KNIVES were men, just sayin’
I thought the same. Down with male historians. #yesallmalehistorians
There may be a lesson in here about “don’t stick a phallic object, symbolically or otherwise, into a place where it does not belong or you will ruin everything.”
Maybe I’m reaching.
Knives are VERY phallic. In my Abnormal Psychology textbook, stabbing/slashing is considered a phallic gesture.
Not reaching at all
Relatedly, the word for scabbard in Latin is vagina.
This is a valid statement.
The Tyrone Hayes piece is terrifying. My husband is in the last phase of his doctorate, and looking for jobs, Basel being one place nearby to work in. And damn. Syngenta, if it was on his list before, has now been crossed off. How do you work ethically as a chemist in the industry? Are there even chemical companies that aren’t horrific?
DSM seems to be pretty decent, and has several facilities in/near Basil. FWIW from an internet stranger.
I don’t even know what DSM is. I’ve only ever heard of the big ones…BASF, Novartis, and Roche. ETA: I looked up DSM. Good lead! I will pass it on to him. Thanks, internet stranger!
idk, i’m a chemist and totally avoiding industry for those reasons.
Yeah, he’s thinking of teaching or getting into food science instead. idk either!
I think you can work in food science without losing your soul. Or, at least, my father in law seems to have done pretty all right (although he’s happy to be out of canned goods and into snack foods as the number of ways your mistakes can cause serious illnesses is rather lower with pretzels than with green beans).
I’ve watched enough Buffy to know that you don’t go gouging at artefacts with sharp tools, THANK you very much.
But what if they’re horcruxes???
FOXES. I just came across this video of a fox hunting by diving headfirst into snowdrifts, and if I can’t come back as an eagle or a sea otter in my next life, I think I want to come back as a fox.
I have a little house in upstate new york and one morning a couple of weeks ago, I was bringing coffee out to my shed to work on refinishing some furniture when I heard this far-off snow crunching. I looked up and it was the GORGEOUS red fox! I couldn’t help myself and yelled out “good morning mister fox!!” he froze, stared at me, and the skedaddled real fast. I am bad at nature.
Guys, guys! I am in Salt Lake City visiting family! I feel so close to Toast inception. Hi Nicole, Great Toasty Overlady , may your misandry last forever.
Edit: typo correction
About the knife in Kathleen Gilje’s painting;
“I went to the table drawer and took a knife and moved toward Agostino saying: ‘I’d like to kill you with this knife because you have dishonoured me’ ”
That’s Artemisia Gentileschi, in her own words, testifying at trial (!!) against the dude who raped her.
SUCH a badass.
I’ve driven up and down the CA coast many times, love that drive. This year we are doing a 2 week road trip down Eastern CA (I’ve never been) and throughout the Southwest US. Looking forward to it a lot.
I love the Southwest so much. The two reasons I would ever move back to Colorado would be to be closer to my mom & brother & to be within road-trip distance of New Mexico/Utah/Arizona.
I know this isn’t the open thread but I just guessed joon’s word in Guess My Word in 20 seconds, 7 guesses and I have to tell someone! I’m so excited and I have no one to share it with. I think there are other Toasties who play?
Wow!!!! That’s so impressive! Congrats! I found out about that site only recently, perhaps on one of the comment threads here as a matter of fact, and it has become a daily habit. I always go through this “pride curve” where at first I’m like “aww hells yeah I’ve narrowed it down to a word that starts with ‘ac’ in only 5 guesses, I am SOOOOO SMAAAAAART” and then 10 more guesses later, still not having figured it out, my mood has become “oh f*ck you with your stupid ‘acquitting’ that’s such a dumb word anyway” >:(
BREAKING POST-BLIZZARD DAD UPDATE:
Leaving my parents house, at which I weathered the storm because corgis/snowblower/snacks.
Dad literally throwing food at me – “bananas? that’s good potassium………frozen chicken breasts? I already dated them…..TOMATOES DO YOU HAVE ANY TOMATOES??”
After telling me he already filled my gas tank up [it was already at half-full because, Pre Blizzard Dadvice] he asked if I had any washer fluid in my trunk. “Yup have the full bottle you gave me last time.” Dad: “Well I put another two bottles in.”
I was set to leave and while I gave him a hug and a kiss he tried to stuff an envelope in my pocket. “Toll money,” he said [I have an EZPass]. “Text me when you get home!”
As I pulled out of the driveway he resumed artfully snowblowing 25 inches of snow on our property in a full Gore-Tex outfit so he could start on the sidewalk of the public park that’s across the street.
When I got home (and texted him that I was safe) I looked in the envelope that said “LOVE YA -D”. He had slipped me $100. God I love my dad so much.
A+ Dad right there.
PEAK DAD. Your dad sounds like the dadliest of dads! Especially dating the frozen chicken breasts. What’s up with dads and labeling frozen foods? My dad does it too.
From the Jia Tolentino article:
“Thus nursed, educated, and daily exercised in tyranny, [they] cannot but be stamped by it with odious peculiarities,” wrote Thomas Jefferson in 1785, about the male children of Virginian slave-owners.
So . . . was he counting his own sons among that group, or . . . ?
That’s… that’s a really interesting question. Notes from the era say the Hemings children’s only duties were running errands and apprenticeships, so it’s… possible that they managed to be stamped with the odious peculiarities of slave-owning? Beverly is lost to history, and Eston is silent, but here is Madison’s description of his life (http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/jefferson/cron/1873march.html) – he seems to acknowledge the terrible compromises his mother and sisters made, and to love and value his wife and children.
So probably Thomas Jefferson was not speaking about his own sons?
I thought he was talking about himself? And maybe even indirectly his relationship with Sally Hemings? After all, he too was raised by a slave owner and obviously had major ethical lapses that he must have been aware of at least on some level.
I’m pretty sure humans will have sex with almost anything, we definitely had sex with Neaderthals.
“During the Hundred Years’ War, the French took to calling the English les goddams because of their frequent use of expletives.”
Makes me fucking proud to be British.
God save the fucking Queen.
The silver dapple pinto looks like it’s covered in snowflakes! Not snow, but snowflakes.
I saw Tyrone Hayes give a lecture a few months ago on atrazine, he talked a little about how people thought he was just paranoid until the notes and emails from the company came out. He showed some of the hand written notes on the projector, it was surreal. All the scientists I know respect him and his work and I can’t help but be freaked out at the fact that the EPA seems to be putting money over human health. This shit is banned in like every other country! Also Tyrone quoted Tupac in his lecture he was rad.
I know I’m late to this (was away from computer yesterday) but HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BE ARRESTED FOR RESISTING OR DELAYING ARREST? That’s some ouroboros shit right there.
I know I'm late to this (was away from computer yesterday) but HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BE ARRESTED FOR RESISTING OR DELAYING ARREST? That's some ouroboros shit right there.
I just connected the dots, finally, to realize that this movie, a documentary about a parking lot (yes, really) was made about a parking lot next to UVA. It tells you everything you need to know about the atmosphere on campus. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1504300/
I thought he was talking about himself? And maybe even indirectly his relationship with Sally Hemings? After all, he too was raised by a slave owner and obviously had major ethical lapses that he must have been aware of at least on some level.
So, bangs update — after obsessing about them all day, and feeling way too embarrassed to go to the salon because I'd let them grow far longer than I should, I decided to ask my husband to trim them! I thought, "Oh, this will be much better than I could do myself but I don't need to go to the salon, it's a win win situation!"
WRONG. I look like I have the same bangs my brother did when he was seven.
And then, my husband, feeling like it was a fantastic idea, decided to trim his own bangs as well! SO NOW WE MATCH