Eloise Robertson
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I pull my ideas randomly out of thin air and they materialise on a page. Some may call me a magician.
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My dear Hypatia
My dear Hypatia, you were the greatest astronomer and mathematician of your time. You were a professor at the University of Alexandria one and a half millennia ago, teaching mathematics, astronomy, and philosophy, writing books on algebra and geometry. I learned about you through study, would you believe? In your age, it was not common for women to lead an academic life like you did but now we are free to pursue this to our heart’s content. I know you had your father, Theon, to thank; he taught you his trade as a professor like people would usually teach their sons. I did not take the trades of my family; I am forever a student, a learner, a teacher – just like you were!
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Viva
A Love Story in Horror
Psycho (1960), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), Halloween (1978), Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th (1980), Fade to Black (1980), The Shining (1980), Scanners (1981), The Thing (1982), Children of the Corn (1984), Day of the Dead (1985), Re-animator (1985) - these are only a tiny sample of classic films which propelled the horror genre forward that now have a cult-like following.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Geeks
My battle is with Facebook
Sometimes I see posts from girls in a large Facebook group I am a part of and I think to myself how the hell did they spend all that money without realizing until now? Or I will look at their Afterpay balance they are sharing and think why do people spend so much on useless things?!
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Humans
Vicious Beast to Victim: Folklore of the Tasmanian Tiger. Top Story - March 2021.
The Tasmanian Tiger or Thylacine is an iconic Tasmanian animal that went extinct in 1936 when the last Tiger died in captivity. Today, the animal is steeped in myths and legends that have been weaved into its history since the nineteenth century. The Thylacine experienced varying treatment by groups that each had different values and dealings with it. This includes the contributions of a struggling scientific front in trying to understand the unfamiliar, farmers with inept farming practices and naturalists in support of the animal. Not many people are aware of why the Tiger is embraced as a state icon in Tasmania, Australia, and how the media and public perception evolved over centuries to end with a population with deep-seeded guilt and responsibility for the decimation of a species.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in FYI
The secret is to look inwards
I have no doubt that the perfect 10/10 tip for organizing your life exists. The problem, however, is that each person is unique so the perfect tips and tricks to help organize your life will be different to that which will suit someone else!
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Motivation
The Stars Deemed It So
From the day I was born the stars dictated the kind of person I would be today. In their essence they are energy, power, grace and blinding beauty. How is it that these impressive entities were aware of little old me, my own essence but a spec, a tiny life born an eternity away from their presence? My life is only a small blip on the timeline of the universe. The stars, by comparison, are wizened in their old age. They have seen generations of humans born, witnessed our growths and challenges, our wins and losses, and been present for our deaths. Who else but the stars would know from the instant I was born who I am destined to be for the rest of my existence? They have studied humankind for so long there is a very slim chance that they could be wrong in their assumptions of me. Unfortunately, though, the voices that speak on behalf of the stars above us can spread lies. Blessed we would be if we could bask in the stars’ presence directly, hear their whispers and stare in awe of their immense power but unfortunately we cannot come close enough to them to reveal their secrets entirely. Their knowledge of us may be twisted or lost as we pick out what information we can from so far away, and from the few who claim to know the stars’ best.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Futurism
As children we are set up for disappointment
When I was a child there frequently came the question “what do you want to be when you grow up?” I was only in primary school but the conversation began there. This is also where the seed of hope was planted that would eventually rot, lifeless, instead of growing into a healthy plant.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Humans
The Identity of a Landscape
Week 1 - Landscape as PLACE Silver, yellow, white, white, blue, grey, red, black, grey, grey, green, silver, and forever continuing in a seemingly random pattern all in two straight vertical lines. This, my friend, is a carpark; a place you and I are most likely both familiar with. Glorious, isn’t it?
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Wander
Bullet for the 14th February
Let’s be real here – who even celebrates Valentine's Day? Seriously, it is just the one day a year couples put on their fakes smiles and pretend to be nice to each other. I have an idea: instead of having one day of the year where your relationship is perfect and not a train wreck, let’s do the opposite. Let’s be consistently happy people every other day of the year for a damned change and spend one day a year throwing ourselves into songs that accentuate pain, angst, betrayal, depression, hatred and all vile experiences that tear us up inside (sounds like fun, right?).
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Beat
Class Represented in Perrault’s Puss in Boots
The Puss in Boots tale is thought to have first been written by Giovanni Straparola around 1550-1553 called Constantino Fortunato and was taken up by other authors including Giambattista Basile around 1634, Charles Perrault in 1697 and The Brothers Grimm in 1812 as well as adaptations by Disney and Dreamworks.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Humans
She Gave Me Life
My life began with a crayon on a page. The glittering thick wax in the hands of a child smeared a mark that did not form a particular word or remain between my well-printed lines. The small, dainty hand gripped that crayon and dragged it across my first page without any particular sense of direction. Most notebooks might think it to be a very ungraceful coming into this world, but for me it will always stand as the greatest experience I will ever have. It was a grand awakening full of passion, brightness and glee!
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Humans
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