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y'all means all | you can call me soup | late 20s | she/ella | your local girliefag | you know the difference between strength and imperviousness, right?

[donnamissal]

[parasect]

Thanks, tumblr mobile, for unintentionally making this even funnier

[po-acus]

Just as I said, “is this ever going to load?” One gif loaded and honestly it answered my question perfectly.

[sternenhimmel-mond]

Together they create the full set.

[bartziefluff]

saw this again on my dash after reblog and…

[tuntematonkorppi]

tumblr black out poetry

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[ursiday]

Earth

[starridge]

who are your parasocial enemies, like mine are andrew lloyd webber and butch hartman

[eelhound]

"The idea of reforming Omelas is a pleasant idea, to be sure, but it is one that Le Guin herself specifically tells us is not an option. No reform of Omelas is possible — at least, not without destroying Omelas itself:

If the child were brought up into the sunlight out of that vile place, if it were cleaned and fed and comforted, that would be a good thing, indeed; but if it were done, in that day and hour all the prosperity and beauty and delight of Omelas would wither and be destroyed. Those are the terms.

'Those are the terms', indeed. Le Guin’s original story is careful to cast the underlying evil of Omelas as un-addressable — not, as some have suggested, to 'cheat' or create a false dilemma, but as an intentionally insurmountable challenge to the reader. The premise of Omelas feels unfair because it is meant to be unfair. Instead of racing to find a clever solution ('Free the child! Replace it with a robot! Have everyone suffer a little bit instead of one person all at once!'), the reader is forced to consider how they might cope with moral injustice that is so foundational to their very way of life that it cannot be undone. Confronted with the choice to give up your entire way of life or allow someone else to suffer, what do you do? Do you stay and enjoy the fruits of their pain? Or do you reject this devil’s compromise at your own expense, even knowing that it may not even help? And through implication, we are then forced to consider whether we are — at this very moment! — already in exactly this situation. At what cost does our happiness come? And, even more significantly, at whose expense? And what, in fact, can be done? Can anything?

This is the essential and agonizing question that Le Guin poses, and we avoid it at our peril. It’s easy, but thoroughly besides the point, to say — as the narrator of 'The Ones Who Don’t Walk Away' does — that you would simply keep the nice things about Omelas, and work to address the bad. You might as well say that you would solve the trolley problem by putting rockets on the trolley and having it jump over the people tied to the tracks. Le Guin’s challenge is one that can only be resolved by introspection, because the challenge is one levied against the discomforting awareness of our own complicity; to 'reject the premise' is to reject this (all too real) discomfort in favor of empty wish fulfillment. A happy fairytale about the nobility of our imagined efforts against a hypothetical evil profits no one but ourselves (and I would argue that in the long run it robs us as well).

But in addition to being morally evasive, treating Omelas as a puzzle to be solved (or as a piece of straightforward didactic moralism) also flattens the depth of the original story. We are not really meant to understand Le Guin’s 'walking away' as a literal abandonment of a problem, nor as a self-satisfied 'Sounds bad, but I’m outta here', the way Vivier’s response piece or others of its ilk do; rather, it is framed as a rejection of complacency. This is why those who leave are shown not as triumphant heroes, but as harried and desperate fools; hopeless, troubled souls setting forth on a journey that may well be doomed from the start — because isn’t that the fate of most people who set out to fight the injustices they see, and that they cannot help but see once they have been made aware of it? The story is a metaphor, not a math problem, and 'walking away' might just as easily encompass any form of sincere and fully committed struggle against injustice: a lonely, often thankless journey, yet one which is no less essential for its difficulty."

- Kurt Schiller, from "Omelas, Je T'aime." Blood Knife, 8 July 2022.

[eleanor-arroway]

I've reblogged this before without reading the whole essay, and it's definitely worth reading in full.

"Ambiguity is the strength of Le Guin’s original, but it’s also this ambiguity that seems to frustrate so many modern readers. Contemporary takes on the story—including formal publications like the two we’ve discussed above, but also a thousand conversations dispersed across Twitter, LiveJournal, and the like—so often try to defeat it, either by imagining a solution or reading a specific, narrow meaning into the piece.

Some of this may be a result of the current trend in science fiction and fantasy to declare a story’s point of view right from the start: to grab the reader by the hand and say, “HEY, I’m about to deliver a parable… so listen up!” This is a tendency that now extends far beyond the text of the stories in question, having become part of the marketing as well; one need only browse Twitter or the website of a major publisher for a few minutes to find marketing copy to the effect of “Do you want to read a new story that grapples with the questions of class and climate change? Here it is!” Perhaps modern readers, expecting a clear signpost from Le Guin but finding none, have adopted a positively Omelian tendency to wander in search of meaning, certain that it is out there, somewhere, but not quite knowing the way.

In doing so, though, these readers are denying themselves the power and grace of Le Guin’s original story—because an Omelas without ambiguity is not an Omelas at all. Ambiguity breeds discomfort, and discomfort is ultimately in the mind of the reader, not within the text. We can be told that a world contains this problem or that problem, but none of that can compare to the horror of realizing our own moral inadequacy, as Le Guin’s original leads us to do. But her mastery is such that she does not seek to push us into such a realization—Le Guin merely digs the hole, and allows us to walk headlong into it entirely on our own."

[ains-art]

He's waving hello to you

.... or maybe he's getting ready to take off

[beardedmrbean]

[babyanimalgifs]

An adorable little hognose doing their best to become a ring 

(via)

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

Rating: CUTE!

This is an adorable young hognose snake exhibiting natural behavior. They’re not the smartest snakes in the world, and they’ll happily spend all day exploring the same place over and over if you let them. Mine loves to weave between my fingers like this.

[batbetbitbotbut]

I learnt to spin in the rural Andes of Peru. I was five years old and already alarmingly behind the curve. [...] It took me over three years to become an adequate spinner. The year I was eight, my spinning was considered acceptable in quality by Andean standards (if slowly produced). Andean weavers require one type of yarn, fine and strong and smooth - and they are exacting judges, so this was no small feat. By this age, most girls in my peer group were spinning yarn for the family's weaving supply. Others had shown particular gifts for spinning and produced yarns for some of the town's finest weavers. The rest of us, the merely adequate young spinners, regarded these girls with mild awe. Although it might sound like we'd spent our childhoods being sternly schooled in how to spin (and we had), our textile activities were our primary social outlet. We went out in the Inca ruins to pasture sheep, taking our spinning and weaving with us. We raced up and down hills and terraces, played tag, and gossiped. Spinning was one more game, even though we knew it was an important life skill. Those girls who were fast, perfect spinners at that age were like the girls who could sing or dance or run the fastest, only spinning was more important than that. And we were competitive: we challenged each other to improve, constantly. By this time we were fearless with our spindles, which were never out of our hands unless we were weaving or eating. We spun while running, jumping, chasing sheep. We would pass spindles to each other while walking, talking, and spinning on them; we spun off the sides of Inca terraces, hearts pounding while the other girls watched, joking, chattering, saying, "You can't do it! It's going to break! You'll be chasing that spindle all the way down the hill!" The really good spinners never had to chase their spindles. As for me, it was a good thing I was one of the faster kids, because I chased my spindle a lot. With these games and challenges and the strict standards of our elders, even the completely average spinners among us became capable of production spinning. It was simply part of our lifestyle, as commonplace and essential as tying shoes or talking on the phone are in the industrialized world.

Abby Franquemont, Respect the Spindle

[super-lad]

maybe it’s just me but when I read Woman of Tomorrow everything felt very somber and serious. the movie tone feels so different and I’m okay with that but its just a little jarring to me.

[turtlesandfrogs]

Now is the easiest time of year to start a new garden bed (assuming "now" = early fall, day time temperatures around 45f). All you have to do is lay down cardboard:

Top it with still some nitrogen rich compostable matter, in this case grass clippings:

Some carbon-rich matter, in this case old wood chips:

And keep layering until it's pretty thick:

And then walk away and ignore it until spring. All winter long, it'll be decomposing, while killing the grass and weeds underneath. By spring time, the soil underneath will be nice & loose and fertile, and you'll be able to plant straight into it.

(If you want to meet organic standards, then make sure any cardboard or paper is non-glossy and black & white. This was for someone else's flower bed, so the red ink isn't going to be an issue)

[turtlesandfrogs]

To answer the weed seeds question, I personally usually top it off with a thick layer of fall leaves or wood chips, which doesn't give seeds a good place to start. Both of these are used as weed-preventing mulches here. It also helps that were going into the cold season, so they're not going to get much of an opportunity to grow.

I forgot to mention, but the name of this method is sheet mulching or lasagna gardening, so search those terms if you want more info.

[turtlesandfrogs]

This post came up in my notes again a little while ago, so I'd just like to mention it worked very well. There were a few weeds (because there always will be) but I think I spent less than half an hour on it all year. The plants also did very well with the hot, dry summer, and the raspberries were tasty. OK.

Here's some pictures from the spring & summer.

This post is also kinda weird for me, because someone who had been writing friendly, positive comments on a couple of other posts got really angry at me "destroying" the lawn and completely changed their tone before blocking me. I hope they're ok. Sometimes to make something, you're going to have to make changes, which may include destroying what was already there.

[rumade]

Just a heads up that this technique will not kill perennial weeds unless you have the resources to do a super thick layer, and even then, you may still have shoots coming up from roots that were left in the soil.

I've been doing this in my garden, and I still struggle with brambles, cranes bill geranium, bindweed, docks, and English ivy coming through. Sheet mulching straight over the intact weeds and roots will weaken them though, so if you can stay on top of plucking them out, you can slowly win the battle. The one I've struggled the most with has been cranes bill, which makes these crazy thick corms with loads of energy stored in them. I know now to do a little digging beforehand, and then keep the beds no dig after.

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

It was explained to me that first you cut the grass too short and leave the clippings. Then a thick layer of leaves, wet it down, cardboard, more water, more leaves and other compostable material, water, and top it with wood mulch.

I plan on doing this after all the blackberry bushes are removed (they're an invasive species and will take over everything and destroy privacy fences) as well as the English ivy.

My front yard came with six big climbing rose bushes. Would this be a good thing to do around the base of the bushes? I wanna get rid of the undesirables/weeds and make the soil rich for future perennials.

[turtlesandfrogs]

As Rumade said, it doesn't work with strong-rooted perennial weeds- unless you have enough material to go at least a foot deep and to cover a fairly big area so it can't just pop up nearby. I heartily recommend digging out as much of the roots as possible any time you're dealing with invasive species such as Himalayan blackberry and English ivy. Dock laughs at this method.

For around rose bushes, I personally wouldn't go that deep, and I might forego the cardboard*, depending on what weeds you're facing around the roses. I would knife out anything with a tap root and pull out as much as possible for things like bindweed while trying not to damage the roses' roots. Like, if it's lawn right up to the base of the rose, cardboard yes, but if the roses are in a bed with scattered dandelions and annual weeds, a nice 3-4 inches of mulch after getting the taproots out should do. Wood chips are my favorite mulch.

Also, if you live somewhere with abundant fall leaves, then a nice 6 inch layer of leaves does a remarkably good job of discouraging things from coming up- excepting the aforementioned bindweed, english ivy, Himalayan blackberry, etc. Time of year also has an impact, because that gives you a strong clue to how much energy the plants have stored.

*This is because some studies have shown a reduction in gas exchange under the cardboard, so if I want to keep something healthy and alive, I skip that step. On the other hand, roses are remarkably resilient.

[latinotiktok]

Oh legends

[detectivesoup]

👁 🥫 🐝 ⊥ regarding these lyrics, trust.

[idon-twannabeperceived]

Yo cada vez q leo un post completo en portugués y no necesito traducción ni de una palabra to confidently rebblog it

[heartbreakrevolver]

I was imagining "reverse creep radiohead" as a bit and now I can't stop thinking of "I wish you were special, I'm so fucking special" and laughing

[detectivesoup]

as someone who is a genuine fan of lana del rey's music, most of her fandom baffles me. what's going on in there.

gonna be real w you chief I think even mentioning her by name puts me in the firing line. I will not be tagging this.

[spiribia]

people are like glinda didn't come up with the nickname 'elphie' in the book, that was boq. first of all boq didn't come up with it, he played with her when they were both small children, nanny already called her elphie by then, he would've picked it up from her if anyone. second of all, glinda overhearing boq calling her elphie, being delighted by it, stealing the nickname, and then getting mad at boq for calling her elphie later, which is what happens, is so much damn funnier to me

[captain-price-returns]

Literally one of my favorite videos of all time on the internet.