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petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
what about alaska
are we then normal canada
canada a bit to the left
What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?
i cried my ass of laughing
WARM CANADA
i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD
I’m not even from Canada but I approve this change of names
M ILKY E H
IT HAS RETURNED
FOUND IT
IT IS AN HONOUR TO HAVE THIS GRACE MY DASH
reblogging from myself bc i found this when scrolling through my blog
Reblogging again because this is too god for not reblog
this is one of the few posts you have to reblog or else you’ll never see it in a million years besides screenshots
lmao on the edinburgh zoo site it says “there is a daily penguin parade at 14:15 but it may be cancelled last minute as it is a voulntary parade, we do not coax the penguins with food, and they may not want to go out” lmao anarchopenguinism
this is the cutest goddamn thing i’ve ever heard
I saw the penguin parade. It was a very slow parade, because the pingüinos take their sweet time and aren’t very fast walkers to begin with.
can I volunteer to be a penguin
I feel like the world needs to know the context of the edinburgh zoo penguin parade, becausr I’ve been going there my entire life and I only found out about this the other year.
So a while back (I can’t remember exactly when but I think it was some time around the 40s/50s), a bunch of penguins escaped. A keeper left the gate open so a bunch of penguins just… followed them. And the people loved it. Look at these adorable birds outside their cage just following that guy around! So they get all the penguins back inside and realise that none of them really ran off, they just followed the keeper and went back inside and crowd thought it was amazing, so why not make it a regular thing? Get enough people there that if one of them goes to make a run for it (which at least one has in the past), they can’t get past the people, and let the ones who want outside have a little wander. So every day, they get a crowd, they open the gate, and whatever penguins want to get out can go, waddle about, squawk at people, and then hop back inside.
Also, one of those penguins is Brigadier Sir Nils Olaf III, Colonel-in-cheif of the Norwegian King’s Guard. This isn’t really related to the parade at all, I just love the fact that there’s a penguin in the Norwegian army
Reblogging with Brigadier Sir Nils Olaf III inspecting his troops.
Carry on …
I love everything about this post.
A GOOD POST
A lovely older friend of mine lived in Edinburgh when she was a small child, and regularly attended the penguin parade – as a penguin. That is, she was a small toddler and thus about the right height and speed, and she just waddled along with everyone else who was about 2’ high.
So the answer to ‘can I volunteer to be a penguin’ is at least occasionally ‘yes.’
By sin.xline
Everyone please behold this baby tree:
It's so much smaller than the support posts, they had to secure it with caution tape.
Caution: baby!
One day (but not this day)!
Update:
Thriving!
Now taller than a human person!
In case you were wondering!
Update:
Filling out, and up!
We threw it a birthday party once spring arrived. 🎂
Today was a pretty shit day. This is a nice post to see. Birthday hat tree.
I hope tomorrow is kinder. 🌱
You can. You will! 🏞
You will make it. Just like baby tree. You HAVE to believe that.
I wish I could favorite things a hundred times but instead I will do it once and then reblog it while crying.
I wish I could favorite things a hundred times but instead I will do it once and then reblog it while crying.
It's hard to say this without sounding like a right wing dickhead, but the thing about progressive spaces is that they may naturally attract people who are always on the lookout for excuses to start a fight. Like you can find yourself faced with someone whose political outrage is totally justified, and whose humanitarian ideals are right on the money, but simultaneously they are carrying a ton of psychological baggage about being wronged and getting revenge, and they will exploit literally any opportunity to live out this psychodrama with anyone in their line of vision. I have thought of several related anecdotes since I started typing this post, but I'll limit myself to the thing that inspired it, which is that I just visited this ultra-lefty cafe/bike shop/community gathering space where I've heard that the proprietor is constantly in a fight with everyone around her. When I paid for my stuff I noticed that there was no tip option, but I thought I had heard something about this, so I snuck away to look at the website and it made me really glad I didn't ask! I think there should have been a really enticing and exciting way for her to say "I've decided to be the change I want to see in the world, so I'm paying my baristas a full living wage, I'm making sure EVERYONE feels welcome and comfortable here, and I'm selling products I believe in!" -- but instead all the web copy sounded more like "You're either with me or against me, you're a fucking piece of shit asshole if you can't handle the inclusive atmosphere here, and by the way tipping is for fascist cavemen and if you ever try to tip someone you are refusing to relate to them authentically and you are enforcing a dangerous and evil power dynamic that should be purged from human society (so therefore I pay my staff well)." Like everything she stood for was totally agreeable, but why did she have to put it like it was directed at her worst enemy, rather than at the kinds of people she wants to attract? If the word on the street is to be believed, the reason for this posturing is that she spends quite a lot of energy making as many enemies as possible, and she probably likes it that way. I guess I'm just reminding myself, and perhaps others, that while one might think of "politics" as being broadly social and theoretical, no individual can fully separate the political from the intimately personal. Even somebody who seems to want to uplift and protect their fellow humans may be getting some perverse inner satisfaction out of that valiant crusade, and you may never realize it until you find yourself in a confusing fight with them.
I ran a LARP for a few years explicitly aimed at being queer friendly and accessible, and eventually cut it short mainly for this exact reason. You wouldn’t believe the amount of abuse my staff and I took for reasons that felt genuinely insane. I got called ableist for telling someone they couldn’t be invincible in my game of make believe, more than once. Defended myself, multiple Jewish players, and a conversion student from accusations of antisemitism based on alleged lore we’d never written / suggested / that simply and plainly did not exist in game. Had a staffer try to talk to someone about how a joke she made was uncomfortable only for this person to retaliate in epic proportions full white woman crocodile tears style, trying to get this staffer removed and eventually escalating into a full public hate campaign when she didn’t get her way. All that’s still just the tip of the iceberg.
Progressive spaces are naturally populated by traumatized people, and unfortunately trauma makes people more difficult. (I’m not excluded in that. No one is.) Running a progressive space is doubly difficult because a lot of left-facing trauma was inflicted by authority, so you’re setting yourself up to be the windmill that someone tilts their displaced rage at. I don’t really know what the solution is, but I do know that this is one of the huge reasons it’s so hard to find community: the people with a bone to pick can’t reach the ones who actually hurt them, but they’ll sure find you along the way, and the safer they feel around you the safer they’ll feel coming after you.
Once again I am begging everyone to read Never Split the Difference: Negotiating As If Your Life Depended On It by Chris Voss.
Voss spent 25 years as a hostage negotiator, meaning that his job was to talk to guys on the phone who had literal guns to innocent people's heads. He KNOWS how to compassionately de-escalate a conflict and have productive, constructive conversations with people who are highly activated and reactive.
Especially if you are neurodivergent, read this book. The communication tools are specific, concrete, easy to implement, and will dramatically reduce the psychic damage you're taking just from trying to navigate the conversation.
I just started reading this, and only a few chapters in I keep finding myself going, "Oh, huh, I do do that a lot."
Really interesting to find I've been using some of the tactics he describes without consciously realizing it, and I'm interested to try using them with purpose.
I work in healthcare, so anything that can help calm down a stressed and/or furious patient is a godsend.
I know the exact pressure it takes to crack a rib during CPR. But last Tuesday, I learned a patient’s silence can break a doctor’s soul.
His name was David Chen, but on my screen, he was "Male, 82, Congestive Heart Failure, Room 402." I spent seven minutes with him that morning. Seven minutes to check his vitals, listen to the fluid in his lungs, adjust his diuretics, and type 24 required data points into his Electronic Health Record. He tried to tell me something, gesturing toward a faded photo on his nightstand. I nodded, said "we'll talk later," and moved on. There was no billing code for "talk later."
Mr. Chen died that afternoon. As a nurse quietly cleared his belongings, she handed me the photo. It was him as a young man, beaming, his arm around a woman, standing before a small grocery store with "CHEN'S MARKET" painted on the window.
The realization hit me like a physical blow. I knew his ejection fraction and his creatinine levels. I knew his insurance provider and his allergy to penicillin. But I didn't know his wife's name or that he had built a life from nothing with his own two hands. I hadn’t treated David Chen. I had managed the decline of a failing organ system. And in the sterile efficiency of it all, I had lost a piece of myself.
The next day, I bought a small, black Moleskine notebook. It felt like an act of rebellion.
My first patient was Eleanor Gable, a frail woman lost in a sea of white bedsheets, diagnosed with pneumonia. I did my exam, updated her chart, and just as I was about to leave, I paused. I turned back from the door.
"Mrs. Gable," I said, my voice feeling strange. "Tell me one thing about yourself that’s not in this file."
Her tired eyes widened in surprise. A faint smile touched her lips. "I was a second-grade teacher," she whispered. "The best sound in the world... is the silence that comes just after a child finally reads a sentence on their own."
I wrote it down in my notebook. Eleanor Gable: Taught children how to read.
I kept doing it. My little black book began to fill with ghosts of lives lived.
Frank Miller: Drove a yellow cab in New York for 40 years.
Maria Flores: Her mole recipe won the state fair in Texas, three years running.
Sam Jones: Proposed to his wife on the Kiss Cam at a Dodgers game.
Something began to change. The burnout, that heavy, gray cloak I’d been wearing for years, started to feel a little lighter. Before entering a room, I’d glance at my notebook. I wasn’t walking in to see the "acute pancreatitis in 207." I was walking in to see Frank, who probably had a million stories about the city. My patients felt it too. They'd sit up a little straighter. A light would flicker back in their eyes. They felt seen.
The real test came with Leo. He was 22, angry, and refusing dialysis for a condition he’d brought on himself. He was a "difficult patient," a label that in hospital-speak means "we've given up." The team was frustrated.
I walked into his room and sat down, leaving my tablet outside. We sat in silence for a full minute. I didn't look at his monitors. I looked at the intricate drawings covering his arms.
"Who's your artist?" I asked.
He scoffed. "Did 'em myself."
"They're good," I said. "This one... it looks like a blueprint."
For the first time, his gaze lost its hard edge. "Wanted to be an architect," he muttered, "before... all this."
We talked for twenty minutes about buildings, about lines, about creating something permanent. We didn't mention his kidneys once. When I stood up to leave, he said, so quietly I almost missed it, "Okay. We can try the dialysis tomorrow."
Later that night, I opened my Moleskine. I wrote: Leo Vance: Designs cities on paper.
The system I work in is designed to document disease with thousands of data points. It logs every cough, every pill, every lab value. It tells the story of how a body breaks down.
My little black book tells a different story. It tells the story of why a life mattered.
We are taught to practice medicine with data, but we heal with humanity. And in a world drowning in information, a single sentence that says, "I see you," isn't just a kind gesture.
It’s the most powerful medicine we have.
One thing that has made me a much more well-adjusted person is a clip I once saw of Hank Green saying that anyone can be in amazing shape as long as being in amazing shape is one of their top three priorities.
(This is obviously a generalization that isn't true for everyone. But it is true for most people and I'm proceeding from there.)
This "top three priorities" framing has genuinely reduced my tendency toward jealousy and self-comparison a lot. Now when I feel envious of someone’s spotless, aesthetic home, I think to myself, “Having a spotless, aesthetic home is probably one of their top three priorities. It’s definitely not one of mine, so I shouldn’t expect my home to look like that.”
Or when I see an influencer with a body that takes a ton of work to maintain: “Maintaining that body is obviously one of her top three priorities, because it’s her livelihood. My livelihood is my brain, so I’m never going to prioritize my body like that.”
It also helps me to identify areas that I actually DO want to prioritize more. I realized in recent years that my envy for my friends who prioritized writing more than I did was NOT going away, so I started to prioritize writing more. (Not top three, but higher priority than it has been in the past.)
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I just love that multiple people not only though “the black one is a princess and those are her bodyguards” but also came to the conclusion “they’re also, obviously, samurai.”
You say something really weird to the headless horseman and in response he just stares at you fully maintaining eye contact as he grabs a second pumpkin out of one of his saddlebags and carves a confused/mildly offended face onto it and then replaces the first pumpkin head that's been staring at you the whole time with it
I got inspired
Pigeon attempts to court falcon
For all those in the notes - peregrine falcons hunt by dive-bombing their prey; this falcon however is currently stationary and cannot dive-bomb much of anything. In this moment, the pigeon is safe. The falcon however may not recover from the embarrassment.
I can't tell if that's a giant pigeon or a tiny falcon
Tiny falcon
this struck me
I'm going to be a killjoy and say that the pigeon is not, in fact, totally safe. The falcon is probably just not hungry and very confused.
Falcons are perfectly capable of killing pigeons while grounded, one of the more infamous posts from the normally very funny r/stupiddovenests involves a pigeon attempting to nest in a nest box currently occupied by a pair of falcons with chicks, which results in the falcons killing the pigeon and saving themselves a hunt for the day.
The dive-bombing also isn't normally even the lethal part of a falcon's hunt, it's a stunning attack that's necessary because falcons are actually built different to other raptorial birds.
Birds like eagles and hawks are fairly close within the class Aves, all being part of the order Accipitriformes, which includes pretty much all diurnal raptors, except for falcons.
Acciptiriformes mostly kill with their talons, and the strength of their toe muscles, piercing and crushing prey and then carrying it off. They are... well-equipped in this regard.
But falcons aren't part of that order. They're chilling in the order Falconiformes, basically just themselves and Caracaras in there. Until 2008, they were considered part of the same group, but a study reworked the classification and moved everyone else out of Falconiformes and moved it over to be closer to their actual closest relatives: Parrots.
Now, parrots can be bitey, and falcons are no different. Their primary means of actually killing their prey is their beak, which poses a bit of an issue for them, because actually getting a good bite on something that's flying is hard.
This is where the divebombing comes in. Falcons don't have amazingly strong legs compared to their counterparts in Accipitriformes, so instead they rely on the raw blunt force trauma of impacting a prey animal at extreme speeds to stun their target, giving them time to close in and bite down on something vital while the other animal is unable to move.
They don't even use their claws for this, they ball up their feet into a fist. The Falcon Punch was real this whole time.
(Before anyone asks, this image is not AI-generated, it was taken in 2014. Hate that I have to say that now.)
However, they don't actually need to do the divebomb first. If something is stationary enough and close enough for the falcon to get a good bite, then it will, as the nest-invading pigeon unfortunately discovered when it got turned into Bird Doordash.
So yeah, the pigeon up there is most likely very lucky, because if it wasn't, then the falcon would probably at least try to eat it.
Pigeon attempts to court falcon
For all those in the notes - peregrine falcons hunt by dive-bombing their prey; this falcon however is currently stationary and cannot dive-bomb much of anything. In this moment, the pigeon is safe. The falcon however may not recover from the embarrassment.
I can't tell if that's a giant pigeon or a tiny falcon
Tiny falcon
this struck me
This is https://www.tumblr.com/batchygyo/162046041150/blue-bower-bugcthulhu-meglyman-mimic but with birds hehe
batchygyo:
anon writes:
"cuba threw gay people in work camps" yep, which fidel publicly apologized for and took onus of. by that logic, the usa enacted slavery in its history, so any progress on civil rights is instantly invalid. it's fun to invalidate modern progress with history, i get why you do it! meanwhile, 14 states had enforceable anti-sodomy laws until lawrance v texas in 2003, and several of them still haven't repealed them. so by your logic, the usa also doesn't care about LGBT+ people. eagerly awaiting your multi paragraph jerk off where you argue with the way i wrote rather than the substantive facts of my arguments.
so your political categories are rigid and fixed and governing ideologies are the immutable inheritors of the sins of their past until your blorbo get caught doing their own human rights abuses? and then it's "oh, well, you see you have to understand that fidel castro is a very small bean and really, who can judge the past by today's standards?"
but in this case the track record on this issue is clear: cuba is historically a socially conservative country that treated queer people like shit! it lagged behind the US in terms of gay rights and broader LGBT rights for years. it's not unique in that regard. a lot of classically marxist-leninist governments have really bad track records on LGBTQ rights, and depicted queer people as the degenerate product of capitalism. many--a shrinking number, thankfully, and no longer a representative majority i think--but many far-left parties and figures still enamored of soviet-era communism still have very socially conservative views on these issues.
we could call it a draw, say cuba's record here is mixed, and it lags behind the US and liberal democracies in some respects, but perhaps (perhaps!) now is doing better in others. but then we must continue to judge the fruits of the governing party of cuba on policy outcomes in the aggregate, like its human rights record (bad), management of the economy (very bad), and democracy (nonexistent).
re: this bit:
eagerly awaiting your multi paragraph jerk off where you argue with the way i wrote rather than the substantive facts of my arguments.
a sarcastic jab is not an argument. it is deliberately avoiding making an argument. unfortunately you seem to be an irony-poisoned Poaster who learned how to talk about politics from the chapo guys and you don't really know how to have normal social interactions with strangers.
i was happy to use you as a demonstration object for very silly bad-faith arguments, but now you're just getting tedious. i'll save us both some time and go ahead and block you.
I do think there is a symmetric argument to make here though. If you can critically support the United States as a flawed but ultimately progressing society, then Cuba deserves similar grace given its circumstance
I think you were missing the fact that anon was an accusing you of having a double standard of invalidating social progress. Which, fair, that was missable and subtle
They themselves never said that they think the US’s progress of civil rights is invalidated by it’s history, but you ended up accusing them of the very thing they were accusing you of and kind of lending credence to their point
I really think, when you’re talking about Cuba or other socialist nations, it makes more sense to compare them to currently capitalist nations that started off at a similar situation and relation to global trade.
We simply do not have any good examples of successful socialist revolutions in capitalist liberal democracies that have already achieved a first-world standard of living, and haven’t just come out of a major war. Which has been a historic failure for clear reasons
When you have a country full of socially conservative and impoverished people, you’re going to naturally get socially conservative laws, that is simply a fact. It’s a shame but it’s true.
If you know a lot about Cuba’s economic failures I would be very happy if you’d educate me.
(Not being sarcastic)
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being sarcastic in the posts though. This is social media, this is just the expectation with everything, the default tone when arguing, and I honestly think the dirtbag left approach (despite liberal pearl clutching) is probably our best bet, so I’m not really that phased by it
If you're only interested in being on top of the mountain and not making the climb you should at the very least not harass the people trying to figure out a path.
