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"living with desire," in the sense of "living with AIDS"
Golden Plover Pluvialis apricaria Flock Titchwell Norfolk winter moonrise by Ernie Janes
you can still go to a human zoo we just call them historical parks now
on a lark we bought this dehydrated risotto packet mix at the international grocery, not expecting it to be all that good, but it's actually a delicious quick meal. must try all the other varieties
Patterns of Soviet/Russian concrete fence
PO-2 - reinforced concrete fence designed by Boris Lakhmanov in 1970s
General Dynamics opened a Texas factory to churn out artillery shells for Ukraine, but the machines kept breaking. Robot arms smashed into t
It was the summer of 2024, and the cutting-edge robots inside General Dynamics’ sweltering artillery factory near Dallas were catching fire with startling regularity, according to four former workers there. This wasn’t ideal, as the plant was supposed to be churning out urgently needed artillery shells for Ukraine. The robots, giant metal arms with clamps for hands, would end up drenched in oil, which would then — no surprise — combust as they moved steel blocks heated to 1,800 degrees into and out of a machine that periodically erupted columns of fire. One blaze that summer melted a robot’s cables, putting it out of commission for a week. [...] Soon problems seemed to explode out of every corner, according to interviews with 12 former factory workers. For one thing, the flaming robot arms also kept smashing into things. They slammed into computer numerical control machines, breaking their windows and bending their doors. They knocked over shells. They bashed into safety fences. Workers talked about the arms going “rogue” and began calling one of them “Johnny 5” after a sentient military robot from a 1980s movie. Even simple equipment failed with slapstick regularity, six workers said. Conveyor belts broke down. Automated carts got lost. Safety gates meant to shut down machines when workers approached did not shut down machines when workers approached. A pipe exploded, spraying water up to the ceiling. Parts on Repkon machines deformed, leading a worker to discover that they were made with Chinese steel, possibly in violation of federal regulations. (The Army said it has no evidence of such violations.)
at the same party as had the cremains displayed in imitation of a decorative candle a couple of people had brought their toddlers, over whom people were cooing profusely
while my husband and I were standing by the drinks some other woman (I guess whom he'd known in high school or something) came over to us and was like "oh ... I see some people are already procreating" with this disapproving look on her face
it sounds like I am making up a caricature but I promise you this party guest really existed and really said this to us unprompted
anyway, I hate dc metro blue tribe striver culture
ugh a bunch of my art supplies disappeared in some move and even though we live in this [urbanist voice] walkable mixed-use neighborhood it seems like we nonetheless have to drive for like half an hour to get anywhere and so it'll be a pain in the ass to go to the art supply store
if you're holding a hammer then everything looks like a nail, but if you're a nail then everything looks like a coffin
Bar in Sullivan’s Island, South Carolina. Photo by Brie Williams.
ugh I've been getting a lot of migraines the last week and a half and while it's mostly being kept tamped down with drugs I still feel sickly and bad
realized that we got a wedding gift from a "ryleigh" but neither of us knows a ryleigh ...
Most parents are probably about 3 out of 5 stars and mine are no exception but the ways in which they were bad are such that it is somewhat surprising that my sister and I have turned out okay
re: the temptation to re-narrativize one's life over and over
you see it with people who drift through several religions and with people who drift through several queer labels but I wonder if it's not just something that the internet strongly brings out in people
"I'm autistic" "I'm adhd" "I have trauma" "I was abused" "I'm a highly sensitive person" you can think of more, I'm sure
and people surround themselves with other people telling the same story and come up with ways that it explains their life. but it mostly seems to turn to wallowing and parochialism
none of if gives you anything real. "I exhibit these behaviors, which means I have trait, which means I exhibit these behaviors." "this bad thing happened to me and now it's my whole life." none of it gives you a way forward, none of it saves you from having to know yourself and choose how to live. unfortunately you really do have to grow up some day
yesterday I put up blackout curtains in our bedroom (way more work than it seemed like it'd be, btw) and I was freaking out bc I thought they looked bad but after a day I think they look fine and it was my classic heather behavior of "I hate this thing because it is new"
there are, as far as I'm aware, no rigorous statistics on this stuff, but one hears a lot about how apostolic christian bodies in the US (catholicism, orthodoxy, and perhaps to a lesser extent traditional anglicanism) have been receiving a lot of new converts in the past few years. this definitely tracks with that I've heard and observed, too
the flip side of this, though (and there are even fewer rigorous statistics on this, but it also accords with what I hear and what I've observed) is that a lot of converts to a new faith later go on to leave it
this is a known Type Of Guy, and priests are aware of the phenomenon, though it's not talked about much while people are in the first flush of infatuation with their new faith and are so enraptured that they'd never dream of leaving. still, it happens
part of it is just that it's inherently hard to change your heart and way of life, and burnout is common. but also, I think temperament and habit come into it a lot, too
a lot of people who convert to a religion have either converted to some other religion before, or they've spent a long time (lots of searching, lots of reading, unfortunately often a lot of reddit posting) looking for this one. it's easy to get used to being always on the search, always on your way into somewhere. even if you've only converted to this one religion without much of a search first, there's a real switch that has to take place. you go from learning and preparing to actually living your life in christ. once you've finally "arrived" and gotten used to all the new stuff, sometimes it's disappointingly mundane. also, the sacrament doesn't magically fix your life and your character flaws. you're still you, with your same problems, and when you find that baptism or chrismation didn't fix you then it can be tempting to go look for a fix somewhere else (people at this stage usually lack the spiritual maturity to realize that the struggle is the cure)
there is also the temptation to, when baptism doesn't fix you, go back and reinterpret your life through a whole nother lense. this isn't just something that happens with serial converts - I saw it a lot, funnily enough, with queer people, back when I used to be queer. it was extremely common for someone to cycle through all the labels - bisexual, pansexual, asexual, agender, a lesbian, a trans man - in an attempt to find one that explained her life and why she felt different from others. you can try on a thousand different narratives and some will fit better than others but none is a substitute for really knowing yourself. (my own bias as a christian is that you come to know who you really are through christianity, but if one is attached to a story about oneself rather than to christ, then it can become just another narrative that is tried on and thrown off like all the others)
and of course, your new faith will tell you that you should stay put after conversion, but countless other proselytizing religions will be happy to receive you, so all it takes to switch and feel okay about it is to start taking moral authority from whichever other religion has caught your eye. even if the priest at your new church has seen those like you before (he has), he's generally not going to tell you to go back where you came from. and this isn't nefarious - he really believes his tradition is the best one for everyone, including you, and he hopes that you'll settle down and finally get to living the faith
I do really appreciate what my old anglican priest told me - that while anyone is welcome at st [redacted], he generally recommends that people stay where they were confirmed. (and I appreciate that his ecclesiology allows him to think and say this, too.) I later told him that I'd decided to return to the orthodox church and he said he approved and thought it was a wise choice. I think there can be compelling reasons to move (like if you find yourself really convicted that you need to be in communion with the pope, for example). but once you're married you really ought to learn to stop checking out other women, so to speak