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yo i made rhis into a sweater

#tumblr user born2love where is the pattern???

It really is a testament to the chill of Belgians that their community tensions have never degenerated into full-blown civil war

Funny how when Meta decided to launch smart glasses they went for the most antipodic on the trend cycle shape. Very fitting

I hope Croatia wins tonight just to piss off my Portuguese coworker

#I also hope his fugly Meta Ray-Bans fall in a sinkhole

is this thing on

I realize I loved my former manager so much precisely because he didn't have a manager mentality. He deeply valued getting deep into the craft, making things himself and understanding the detail of how the product works, as opposed to someone who sees that as mere details to be delegated away, preferably to something that is not sentient and will not complain.

#and now he's gone #I'm two steps away for applying at his new company

exhaled-spirals

« I don’t look at a clock in the night but I’ve spent so many nights awake that I usually know the time within around ten or twenty minutes; I know the texture of the passing hours and the texture of my thoughts as the night abrades them. […]

I switch on the light, get my laptop and Google I AM AWAKE. | don’t know what I expect Google to do about this. The majority of results it returns are anyway about Buddhism whose blissful understanding of awakeness could not have been conceived by an insomniac.

An article explains how fear and anxiety, often conflated, belong to different parts of the amygdala […]. Fear is a response to a threat, anxiety a response to a perceived threat — the difference between preparing to escape a saber-tooth tiger that is here and now in front of you (because it’s always saber-tooth tigers in the examples) and preparing to escape the idea of a saber-tooth tiger in case one appears around the next bend.

For me, now, a puzzle emerges. What, then, fuels insomnia — fear or anxiety? Anxiety, everyone says. Anxiety, my hypnotherapist says; you are safe in your bed yet your heart is racing as if a tiger is present. You must learn to see that there is no tiger.

But there is a tiger: sleep deprivation. Sleep deprivation isn’t a perceived threat but a real one, like thirst or starvation. It is the fear of not sleeping that raises the heart rate and tenses the muscles […]. Here is where insomnia becomes intractable, because it deploys fear to act like anxiety. Where fear is a response to an external threat, insomnia is almost unique in giving rise to a fear that then causes the external threat. […]

The urge to take a sleeping pill suddenly overwhelms me; to be free of thought, of amygdalas and tigers. […] I take too many; they give you cancer, dementia, so they say. | am exhausted to my marrow and down to the tip of each nerve ending. I lie down again with the light off and see myself being chased through a forest in the dark […]. Running, running. […] My heart doesn’t thrup-thrup like it did at the beginning of the night; now it’s a more lumbering, fatigued beat and the muscles in my chest and around my underarms are sore. Running from what? What would it be to turn around and face it? »

― Samantha Harvey, The Shapeless Unease

#insomnia

Crazy how much of the current misogynistic backlash is being propped up by menchildren who are mad that HR mommy told them no

bobdylanyaoi

“Subverting” Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how “Wound of Christ” from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risqué way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isn’t just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christ’s foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internet…where you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in fact…you're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think you’re so different than…from “subverted” Catholic art.

Man no one even remembers laptop in bed. It was laptop in bed for years. Now it's just phone in bed. Maybe tablet. But usually phone. So much has changed

#I did laptop on the toilet

One of my pettiest pet peeves is when youtubers pronounce a foreign name and are like "teehee I'm probably pronouncing it wrong". Like. You can just look that up

My company wants to hire a guy whose previous job was in crypto (currencies, I wish it was graphy) to replace the guy who used to work with me, and I'm currently weighing the respective benefits of quiet quitting vs regular quitting