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In the early hours of 27 March 2022, the house Cipheramnesia and I share burned. There was … Kit Schaaf-Poms needs your support for Please
So, uhh, yeah. Things have gone to shit and stayed there. I'm not super stoked about having my name in full here, but whatever. Things are desperate.
your daily reminder that kafka was a jew watching in real-time as jews became society's ungeziefers and were relegated to ghettos. Your daily reminder that ungeziefer is not just a bug, but vermin.
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Hot take: people having an interest in niche crafts/activities does not automatically make them autistic. People having deep knowledge of niche crafts/activities does not automatically make them autistic. Can we please stop calling complete strangers autistic simply because they have hobbies?
Saint John of The Cross, A Spiritual Canticle of the Soul and the Bridegroom Christ. Caravaggio, Saint Francis in Ecstasy (1595) Stephen D. Moore, God’s Beauty Parlor. Florence & The Machine, Big God | Artemisia Gentileschi, Mary Magdalene in Ecstasy (1611) Peter 5:6 Gaspar De Crayer, Saint Augustine in Ecstasy (1638) | Psalm 63:1
First three sections from ‘Spiritual experiences and altered states of consciousness…’ by Charlotta Carlström | Drummer, issue 1 (1975) | Flyer for the archival group ‘Lives of Secular Saints’ (c1990s)
Things have gotten so P.C. nowadays that you can't even call a forklift a forklift. Suddenly, every piece of "power lifting equipment" in your shop needs a special name. Even the mutant bullshit like telehandlers don't want to be called something cool like zoom-booms anymore.
The other day, the intern and I are out at Subway. Van saying "lift trucks" comes by. Picture on the side? You guessed it. Forklift.
"Skip," my intern explains - I don't like to be called boss, and he's nice and doesn't do that - "that's what the manufacturers want us to call them now. A forklift is too reductive, obscures nuance. Imagine if you had a huge shop full of these things, you'd need to know the difference between a reach truck and a stacker."
He makes an excellent point, which I admit by silently chewing on my Mesquite Chicken Power Bowl. I have ordered it meticulously, in order to accommodate my unique dietary needs. Some people think that's unimportant, and I should just get one of the combos and not explain myself to the Sandwich Artist every time. They're wrong, it's critical that I be recognized for who I am. Safer for everyone, too.
Even though it draws so much embarrassment when I misname the things, I just can't get over how every forklift insists on its own special name. My grandfather never had to put up with that kind of nonsense. He'd just get out there in the morning, lift up a car with whatever he had on the jobsite, and steal the catalytic converter. Then he'd go to the bar, and sob in the bathroom for a couple of hours at home by himself without ever explaining to any of us what was going on. Probably saw all this coming.
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okay, so, I know it's an annoying question but I trust you far more than I trust myself when it comes to research on Israel and Palestine. Mostly because I'm incredibly ADHD and because I have the tendency to go into utterly unrelated rabbit holes.
I was wondering if you know where I can find an exhaustive list of events before 1948, that prove peace was never truly a thing? I know of the Arab revolt and Hebron massacre, but I'm almost certain there were others, but idk how to even look these up. (I'm quite bad with that stuff).
I can later look these up and find sources about them, but idk where to start is my problem.
Thanks in advance!!
I also want to thank you, from the depths of my heart, for helping me learn more about this history!! You're so well-versed and you carry yourself in arguments/debates and express yourself with such elegance and eloquence. Thank you!!
Attacks by Arabs against Jews in Israel pre-dates Israeli settlements, pre-dates Israel's so-called 'occupation,' and pre-dates the establis
On October 7, 2023, a pogrom took place in Israel for the first time since the creation of the Jewish state.
https://efile.fara.gov/docs/7649-Informational-Materials-20251210-70.pdf?hl=en-US
so my pet american buffalo had a baby boy, and now that he's all grown up he's decided for himself that he likes more than one gender. in fact, really grown. he's got a son of his own now. and even he's about to go off to college. i'm getting teary-eyed just thinking about the moment. my bison's bi son's "bye son."
Today at work a little crow fledgling was just having the worst damn day. The little goober kept trying to shove its way into the door and screaming at its reflection while I was helping a lady look at a bed.
I pointed it out to her and together we regarded the infant screaming.
After she left my coworker came up and informed me there was a bird on her car. I went out to look and lo, the fledgling had scrambled up onto her windshield and was pecking forlornly at its reflection.
It stayed perched there in the hot sun, trying to move higher up the car with no success but too scared to fly down. She was agitated that it was on her car since she didn’t know if it would leave on its own.
“It’s a baby,” I told her, “It’s still learning how to fly.”
“That’s a baby?! It’s so big!”
“Yeah, it’s just a little guy.”
I went out to investigate. The parents began screaming and swooping. I placated them with crackers which they accepted without relenting their screaming. My coworker said she could now see that the creature on her car was indeed a baby with the sleek black parents swooshing angrily around in the air.
We regarded the baby together. After a while I started noticing it was showing signs of fatigue and distress. Mouth gaping but not begging for food, wings drooping. I went back out to check on it.
I was debating moving the baby; the day kept getting hotter and it didn’t have the energy or skill to relocate itself. My coworker also wanted the bird to stop pooping on her car. So eventually I announced, “I’m gonna move the bird.”
“Your gonna grab it? Aren’t you scared?”
I looked at her in bafflement. I grew up around every imaginable kind of fowl. The only bird I’d be scared of would be some of the big flightless ones. Even geese/swans are manageable if you just grab their necks before they really get flapping. The parents were not gonna go for my eyes like magpies and in general crows tend to recognize when you’re trying to help. “It’s just a little baby guy. It’s fine.”
I approached the baby amidst its parents shrieking crow obscenities down upon me. I scooped it gently like the burger.
I cannot begin to convey how soft that baby crow felt. It was the downiest most pleasant tactile thing that I’ve maybe ever held and the experience was only slightly marred by the goober trying ineffectually to bite me. It was stymied by the fact that it ain’t my first rodeo.
I brought it ten feet away to a nice shady tree. I held the baby gently so it could get its feet under it on the branch. It seemed a bit confused at this point but eventually gripped the branch and I stepped back and threw peanuts in self defense while the angry parents swooped showily around at me.
It stayed there pretty much the rest of the day. Its parents both checked in to make sure I hadn’t murdered it then flew back to where we could see a nest. So best theory is that this dingus was the first to start fledging and couldn’t actually return to the nest after launching.
I told my wife afterward and they went, “You. You touched the bird?!” My coworkers husband was also flabbergasted that I’d been brave enough to grab it. My coworker said she was just gonna shove it off her car with a broom.
As if they didn’t know who they married. As if I am not someone who would confidently help a stray cat or wrangle a chicken.
I informed them that barring gloves I had thoroughly washed my hands twice and it was worth it to get the silly infant off a slippery car and into the shade.
You haven’t seen that meme?
My favorite Star Trek Captains as Troubled Bird Memes
Might I be so bold as to add one?
I feel like Jonathan Archer is basically the Bird Rights Twitter account as a person XD
happy pride to my jewtuals and any queer jews this comes across :)
Free Ornamentation IV. This work is dedicated to the public domain 🐌
I turned them into individual transparent pngs if anyone wants those premade!
(Op lmk if you want me to take this down, I'd totally understand—on the other hand, I'd love to do it for the other public domain pieces you've done if that's ok!)
Any creatures running around in your head at the moment?
this thang
please make it go away
I believe some of its fellows are running around my desk at the moment, it should come here and rejoin its flock
god firefly had it all. the soundtrack. the way every costume looks like it was pulled straight from a goodwill. zoe and mal's whole deal. the terrible chinese pronunciation. sex work being the most respectable and unionized profession of the lot. spaceship cargo hold full of cattle. "shiny." teenage girl with mysterious unexplained psychic powers. old traveling preacher with a mysterious unexplained past. chekov's compression coil. "pretty spry for a dead fella." wash's slutty little hawaiian shirts. kaylee and inarra's whole deal. mark sheppard is there.
once you notice the lack of Asian actors--not even background--you'll never be able to watch it ever again, tho.
(and this is coming from someone who was deeply involved in the fandom and wrote a genuinely stupid amount of fanfic, I can't even think about it without wanting to bang my head against the wall.)
And let us not forget the Reavers! The ones Joss Whedon straight-up compared to Apaches! (Or rather, as fulfilling the role that Indians filled in 1950s westerns.)
I saw that vid premiere at VividCon and you could hear a pin drop.
ETA: I really wish I had spellchecked my ElJay comment that ended up in the fanlore article that I just read in its entirety for the first time.
I went to a library book sale this weekend and I found a very old book called “Electronic Life: How to Think About Computers,” which was published in I think 1975? I’ve been reading it kind of like how I would read a historical document, and it’s lowkey fascinating
There’s a whole paragraph that’s like “okay, find the keyboard. Don’t panic if it has more keys than a typewriter, that’s normal. Really, it’s fine. The extra keys don’t make things harder. It’s FINE”
Thought this section was particularly interesting:
Can the computer create something? At first glance it seems obvious that it can. Animated computer graphics, with their fluid transitions and whiplash perspectives, look strikingly new. And if one watches the machine doing animation work, there seem to be lengthy periods when the computer is acting “on its own.”
But if one observes these processes in more detail, it becomes clear that creation is not occurring within the machine. First of all, computer graphics are not unique. Computers have yet to generate anything that cannot be done by hand—and usually already has been done. Second, the apparent ability of the computer to “act on its own” is the outcome of thousands of hours of patient human effort to refine its instructions. The computer can manipulate a shape for us if we have already informed it what a shape is, what the rules for shape manipulation are, what this specific shape is, and so forth.
You can start an automobile engine and it will run by itself, too, but that doesn’t mean it’s being creative. It’s just running.
Somebody in 1975 had a better understanding of why artificial intelligence is not in any way “intelligence” than the majority of today’s intellectual minds.
