Surprised Eel Historian, PhD
@greenleejw.bsky.social
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Surprised historian, not surprised eels. Doctor of medieval history, talking’ about eels, history, and maps. Spaniel mourner. Alt-text artist. I draw custom maps on commission: https://surprisedeelmaps.com/ Support me here: patreon.com/SurprisedEel
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I draw custom maps on commission. Maps for books, games, decoration, etc. Here are a couple of examples. There are more on my website, along with a contact form and info about cost, process, etc.

If you need a map, I'm happy to help!

surprisedeelmaps.com
A black and white map showing a city plan for ancient Mycenae. A black and white map showing downtown NY, with small drawings of city landmarks in small snowglobes around the outside of the map. Each drawing is labeled with a number, and the map has corresponding numbers to show where the landmarks are located. A colored fantasy-style map of a land labeled "Examploria." A black and white map of medieval Iberia, focused on the Christian kingdoms in the northern part of the peninsula.
greenleejw.bsky.social
Oh! No…that’s fine. I’ll be kinda curious what they think
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mollytanzer.bsky.social
What if we tried loving one another, eating delicious food, making art...what if we practiced patience, helped those who need it, found ways to make life easier for all, moved our bodies, and slept cozily in nice warm beds. How about we see how that goes for a while, instead of whatever all this is
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greenleejw.bsky.social
"Salt eel" was a slang term among English sailors for a rope whip.

Samuel Pepys recorded thrashing his servant with one, writing, “With my salt eel went down in the parlor & there got my boy & did beat him till I was fain to take breath.”

Not cool, Sam. Not cool. 1/2
🗃️🧪
Meme. Photograph of marshmallow candy Peeps -- the yellow rabbit ones that are canonical Easter treats. You can see four of them clearly, in a row, and parts of other rows above and below them. These peeps are standing together as part of a broad swath of peeps. They are finding strength and resolve in the company of their peers. As we all do.

They have no mouths, but they each have three dots, representing two eyes and a nose. Probably. Or maybe not...perhaps we've been making assumptions about Peep biology that we should not. It might be that those dots represent three eyes. Or three noses.

It does appear, though, that they are staring very hard. Judgingly hard. They are considering the petty tyranny of Samuel Pepys and they do not like what they see. It is likely that they will get together in some sort of Caucus of the Peeps and kick him out, demanding that he begin to pronounce his name phonetically.

Meme text reads:
"It's time for kinder,
Gentler Pepys"
greenleejw.bsky.social
But eels have great phallic potential, & so do salt eels!

In Fletcher’s 1622 play, "The Sea Voyage" a sailor has his manhood questioned by a female passenger, & in retort he invites her to search him, saying, “A seaman is seldom without a salt eel."

If ya know what I mean. 2/2
Meme. Black and white image of a muscled & shirtless sailor pulling a rope aboard ship. This seems like it is taken from a movie, but I cannot find which movie it's from, or who the actor is.

What matters most, though, is that he is meant to be Very Sexy. His hair is shiny and dark, styled just so. He is wearing ridiculously clean white pants, and his nipples are perfect. They wink at you. The one bare foot you can see is steady on the deck, a foundation for his testosterone, and his arms are offer to hold up the moon for you. He is pulling down on a rope that disappears out of frame; perhaps he has lassoed the clouds and is wrangling them into lines of erotic poetry.

He is not meant to be a sex symbol. He is meant to be a sex embodiment. And it seems likely that he knows it.

Meme text reads:
"I'm happy to see you
...and...
there's an eel in my pants"
greenleejw.bsky.social
"Salt eel" was a slang term among English sailors for a rope whip.

Samuel Pepys recorded thrashing his servant with one, writing, “With my salt eel went down in the parlor & there got my boy & did beat him till I was fain to take breath.”

Not cool, Sam. Not cool. 1/2
🗃️🧪
Meme. Photograph of marshmallow candy Peeps -- the yellow rabbit ones that are canonical Easter treats. You can see four of them clearly, in a row, and parts of other rows above and below them. These peeps are standing together as part of a broad swath of peeps. They are finding strength and resolve in the company of their peers. As we all do.

They have no mouths, but they each have three dots, representing two eyes and a nose. Probably. Or maybe not...perhaps we've been making assumptions about Peep biology that we should not. It might be that those dots represent three eyes. Or three noses.

It does appear, though, that they are staring very hard. Judgingly hard. They are considering the petty tyranny of Samuel Pepys and they do not like what they see. It is likely that they will get together in some sort of Caucus of the Peeps and kick him out, demanding that he begin to pronounce his name phonetically.

Meme text reads:
"It's time for kinder,
Gentler Pepys"
greenleejw.bsky.social
A reminder that if you like one of my drawings and want a print of it, reach out and let me know! I'll be happy to work with you.
bruceerickson.bsky.social
Thanks @greenleejw.bsky.social for the great image. I look forward to receiving the art piece. Its getting framed and up on the wall real quick. All my grandkids love it, they think it fits this old GrumpyPa real well.
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bruceerickson.bsky.social
Thanks @greenleejw.bsky.social for the great image. I look forward to receiving the art piece. Its getting framed and up on the wall real quick. All my grandkids love it, they think it fits this old GrumpyPa real well.
greenleejw.bsky.social
Yup! The toxin breaks down in low heat, so any cooking takes care of it. But you won't see eel sashimi
greenleejw.bsky.social
Thanks, Alice! That's very kind of you
greenleejw.bsky.social
I'm the most famous eel historian in the world! How is that not great?

Also, I've met tons of wonderful people & made some of my very best friends. I've been able to launch a whole new career as a mapmaker & artist. I've been profiled in TIME, saved some eels, & shared the spaniel with the world.
conradhackett.bsky.social
Has anything great happened in your life because of social media?
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greenleejw.bsky.social
It's Wednesday. You need some eels in your life, right? And some otters?

Here you go!

A scene of otters & eels, from an early 15th C. copy of Gaston Phoebus's Livre de la chasse. Eel blood is toxic to mammals, but otters don't care. They love them some eels.

Can you blame them?
A medieval painting of otters playing in a pool, chasing and catching eels and other fish. There are 10 adult otters, and what look to be 2 younger otters in a den at the base of a tree. They are all doing serious otter things: playing, eating, cavorting, eating, gamboling, eating, swimming, and eating. They are having a good time. For now.

It can't last, though. This pond seems way too small to support all of these otters, and the painting has a border around it. They can't leave, and soon they will turn on each other in a bloodbath that will make the Donner Party look like a tea time at the Rotary Club. If you check back with these otters in two weeks, I suspect you'll find only carnage.

That, though, is a problem for Future Otters. Today's otters are carefree, with spotless souls.

Source:
Morgan (MS M.1044 fol. 28r)
greenleejw.bsky.social
It's Wednesday. You need some eels in your life, right? And some otters?

Here you go!

A scene of otters & eels, from an early 15th C. copy of Gaston Phoebus's Livre de la chasse. Eel blood is toxic to mammals, but otters don't care. They love them some eels.

Can you blame them?
A medieval painting of otters playing in a pool, chasing and catching eels and other fish. There are 10 adult otters, and what look to be 2 younger otters in a den at the base of a tree. They are all doing serious otter things: playing, eating, cavorting, eating, gamboling, eating, swimming, and eating. They are having a good time. For now.

It can't last, though. This pond seems way too small to support all of these otters, and the painting has a border around it. They can't leave, and soon they will turn on each other in a bloodbath that will make the Donner Party look like a tea time at the Rotary Club. If you check back with these otters in two weeks, I suspect you'll find only carnage.

That, though, is a problem for Future Otters. Today's otters are carefree, with spotless souls.

Source:
Morgan (MS M.1044 fol. 28r)
greenleejw.bsky.social
There are eels on each map, but that’s it, I’m afraid
greenleejw.bsky.social
The cheapest way to own copies of 5 of my maps!

Also, these are both excellent and well-written books.
greenleejw.bsky.social
Next time I’ll draw a different moon
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greenleejw.bsky.social
I had a very productive day.
- I drew a hamster for a client
- I drew the moon for myself
- I drew a map of Scandinavia and its billion miles of coastline

That’s a lot of drawing. Time to relax and…errr…curses. I usually draw to relax. But that’s a very different kind of drawing, so it’s ok.
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greenleejw.bsky.social
A poem for this afternoon. I wrote it several years ago, and come back to it often.
Damage

We live in such a disposable time,
throwing away and buying new,
in and out,
as easily as breathing.
Standing in the center of ourselves,
we move along from damaged things
before they can become
uncomfortable.
Before they make us think.
Make us work.

We live as if the loss is all we have,
and injuries can never be redeemed.

But damaged isn’t broken,
and the whispers of the wrecking world
are often easy lies,
for we are neither perfect-made nor
sinful born,
and sometimes worth is buried dark-earth deep.
It need not be our nature to destroy
what feels undone,
or put too much belief in all the permanence of hurt
when we cane be the tinkers of our souls,
and mend ourselves anew instead of
falling to the scrapheap of despair.

We do not need to be disposable;
it is only damage.

	– John Wyatt Greenlee