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seeking validation in a cool, disaffected sort of way. 30s. she/her

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more like endlessly iron-able
Crisp 100% cotton + mid-rise barrel-leg = endlessly wearable.
November 22, 2025 at 10:40 AM
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artist’s illustration of my situation
November 12, 2025 at 11:29 PM
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if the Stalker wrote a business grindset book
business book called “trading in the Zone”
October 31, 2025 at 2:27 AM
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The Beehive Is Getting Bigger
October 30, 2025 at 10:01 PM
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my backyard has been invaded by BEEEEES
giant bee swarm in my lemon tree
October 30, 2025 at 8:53 AM
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compare this translation for the second poem, plus the original chinese
October 30, 2025 at 6:29 AM
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finally forced my way to the end of this. horrible translations, strongly disliked. just say first day of the ninth month!!!
9th Moon, 1st Sun: Visiting Friends My goosefoot cane invades frost. Dawn light trailed out on bramble-gate smoke, I stop for rest beneath every tree I pass: old, frail, dozing among books my limit. Autumn ends whatever once drove me: nothing but your friendship could bring me here. Flavors rich in your small talk crystal clear, I forget all those years lost. 8 Our-Posterity Road wanders Regal-Overnight Creek at home in capital outlands, Beauty-Swell Lake in Purple-Tower Peak shadow. Fragrant field-rice warrior-bird grains, pecked-over remains. In emerald kindred-trees aging perch emperor-birds, as exquisite women gather kingfisher-green springtime gifts and immortals set out again in their boat. It is late. My florid brush once defied the ch'i-shape of things: now I gaze mirror-deep into wildlands-hair white, gaze grief-sung and sinking.
October 30, 2025 at 6:16 AM
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extremely into this show right now. once again a chinese crime drama has me cheering on the criminals
命悬一生 the hunt (2025)
October 26, 2025 at 11:50 PM
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moments before disaster (got swooped by noisy miner and spilled my coffee)
October 23, 2025 at 11:51 PM
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i looked at another translation and the chinese (且如今年冬，未休關西卒) doesn’t include it at all? i don’t like it ☹️
October 19, 2025 at 11:51 PM
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agree with this review. to me it feels like the translation adds obscurity and awkwardness that isn’t necessarily present in the original poem
in this four-line "Cut-Short Poem": I River sweeps moonlight across stone. Stream empties mist-fringed blossoms. Perched birds understand ancient Way. Sails pass, spend night in whose home? The missing articles, for some readers, will have the whiff of an Orientalist impulse to use broken English in an attempt to sound like a non-native speaker. To say "The river sweeps moonlight" may sound more prosaic, but it avoids inadvertent stereotyping. Some readers will also feel confused by Hinton's literal translations of place names. For example, the city of Ch'ang-an, now called Xian, in Hinton's new translation becomes "Peace-Perpetua," and Chengdu becomes "Altar-Whole City." While these literal translations perhaps sound more poetic, they make the poems feel unlocated. In his 1989 Selected, Hinton used the transliterated names of towns in the poems, as when he opens "Moonlit Night" with the line "Tonight at Fu-chou." Contrast this with his revised translation of the same line: "Tonight at Deer-Altar." The new version sounds like the location of a religious rite, rather than a city.
October 19, 2025 at 11:29 PM
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this cover is beautiful but unfortunately so far i am really not getting on with this translation. if a poem is about taishan please call it taishan or mt tai, not “exalt mountain”. that is unnecessarily exoticising for the sake of it
THE SELECTED POEMS OF TU FU Expanded and newly translated by DAVID HINTON
October 19, 2025 at 11:10 PM
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the author was a cantonese migrant to australia who was a newspaper editor, a christian pastor, a chinese nationalist and a kmt revolutionary who later became an official in the chinese republican government
back cover blurb of “the poison of polygamy”
October 17, 2025 at 11:54 PM
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owned. by the subservient bondmaid no less
Kung Lok was anxious for [a] sight of his bride, [and so] stood leaning at the side of a table, staring intently. Tsiu Hei was also anxious for a sight of her groom, and stole frequent peeks from within her room. Perceiving her intent, Lin Neung pointed out Kung Lok and said, "That is my mistress's husband-to-be." On hearing this, Tsiu Hei fixed her gaze and looked. Presently, her pretty face went red, her shapely brows bristled, and her tears fell down in beads. She rested her head on Lin Neung's shoulder. Then, after a little while, she stamped her foot and angrily exclaimed, "Pah! So that toad dreams of eating swan! I swear I would rather die than marry the foreign devil!" Finished, she started to quietly sob. (§31, 5/3/1910)
October 17, 2025 at 11:25 PM
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lmao this guy sucks
"You are approaching fifty, sir, yet still want for a wife, to say nothing of offspring," said Wong. "I have long wanted to find a woman and thus fulfill my heart's desire," replied Kung. "But living overseas it is very hard to find one who is suitable." "Tell me sir, what type of woman is it that would suit your liking?" asked Wong. "Who knows how many of our countrymen residing overseas have married Western women," replied Kung. "In my humble opin-ion, though, it is at heart a source of displeasure for them. Why? Upper-class Western women are constrained by racial boundaries, and would almost never lower themselves to accede to intermarriage. Harlots from the lower class, one would not wish to marry. And while those of the middle class do occasionally marry, they are as rare as morning stars. If men should come by them, though, they show in the end too exalted a sense of feminism, and no sense of frugality, so scarcely any such couples keep by each other into their white-haired years. As to the daughters of Chinese fathers and Western mothers, in the extravagance to which they are accustomed to aspire, and their unbridled feminism, they do not fall short of Westerners, but tend rather to exceed them. However, they lack the comprehensive education? of the Westerners, and the subservient nature of the Chinese. And their barbarous liberty is not dissimilar to that of the so-called women of liberty in China today.
October 17, 2025 at 11:17 PM
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hate it when i am trekking though the bush in mainland australia and i am suddenly mauled (!) by a tasmanian tiger (!??)
Having no time to run, Ching Nam shinned up to a tree top. In fright, the group darted for cover in all directions. Several people fell and lay prone on the ground. Those lying at the rear were immediately savaged by the beast. Spotting this from his tree, Ching Nam's eyes bulged with rage and the desire came on him to summon all his strength and go down to save them, but he knew he was no match for the beast. Exigency inducing sudden ingenuity, Ching Nam pulled out a sharp blade from about his waist, and focusing on the beast threw it down with force, striking the animal right on the back. Blood spurted forth, and it gave a loud howl, before retreating into the undergrowth. Ching Nam jumped down and inspected those who had been savaged. But, their skulls crushed, they had already expired. He then picked up the blade he had
October 17, 2025 at 6:38 AM
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is this person marrying the fish
October 15, 2025 at 2:12 AM
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lmao. integration into australian culture via becoming a shitty cafe owner…a tale as old as time
This brother was also part owner of the Pekin Cafe and was so immersed in the Australian ethos that at one time he was sued for unpaid overtime by a unionist waiter.
October 14, 2025 at 9:19 AM
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spooky reads!! the narrator of this book sucks SO MUCH and i can’t tell how much is intentional and how much is just him being a man in 1973
harvest home by thomas tryon
October 10, 2025 at 11:33 PM
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it’s a lovely bag but i simply could not spend $700 on something called Big Vagina
October 9, 2025 at 4:57 AM
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let’s do tightrope walking with mama
October 8, 2025 at 12:03 AM
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love 2 take melbourne public transport
October 5, 2025 at 4:33 AM
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update…no blisters. the twenty minutes under running water really does work
October 2, 2025 at 7:28 AM
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LAUGHED at this tag
AU - No tax evasion
September 28, 2025 at 3:38 AM
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luo binghe nendoroid doll with heart hands gesture saying “let’s take tylenol together”
September 23, 2025 at 7:27 AM