i watched project hail mary last night. good movie.
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i watched project hail mary last night. good movie.
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The older i get the more i understand why some people become obsessed with privacy, not because they’re hiding something, but because being constantly perceived starts to feel spiritually exhausting.
do u ever miss your own energy. like damn what happened to me
I feel like this has to have been made already
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Every morning, the queen asked her magic mirror to show her the most beautiful person in the world.
The mirror replied "To whom?"
"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".
The mirror would show her, and she'd be amazed.
The first time, she says "To me," and the mirror dutifully shows her her reflection. And she is pleased.
The second time, she says "To the King," and she is pleased to see herself once more.
The third time, she says "To the Royal Advisor," and is once more satisfied to see herself.
The fourth time, she says "To the scribe who takes the King's letters." She is shown the man's wife. And she seethes, but quiets herself, for it is only right that a man loves his wife.
The fifth time, she says "To the Court Wizard," and is shown the man's departed mother as he remembers her from his youth, radiant and smiling and warm and larger than life.
The tenth time, she says "To the Stable Master," and is shown the fastest horse in the stable, majestic and free as the wind even in captivity
"To the baker," she is shown the man's daughter, young and adorable and full of joy and laughter.
"To the artist who did my portrait," she is shown a painting of a woman done by the man's teacher, who he still looks up to now that he is well established himself.
"To the Royal Knight," she is surprised but not displeased to see the castle's entire guard force in the middle of doing drills.
The one hundredth time she asks the mirror, and it asks her "to whom?" she once again says, "To me." And she does the same the one hundred and second, and again and again and again.
It is a different person each time, and they are all beautiful.
DnD setting idea: All full, class-features-having Paladins (as opposed to paladins-as-knightly-orders, of which there are plenty but they're mostly made up of unpowered fighter types) are bound by their oaths to a specific Damned Innocent. Damned Innocents are those who, through no fault of their own, have become tainted by supernatural, free-will overriding, soul-devouring, capital-E Evil. People who are, in the most literal sense possible, destined to go bad, but they aren't necessarily there yet. We're talking young cambions (and probably even tieflings), children bred to be the hosts of Elder Things, demigods of evil deities, inheritors of generational warlock pacts, and the like. Bleak, hopeless, unfair existences. Lost causes, beyond the help of natural redemption. In any other world, the only mercy left to show them would be a painless death.
But here there are paladins.
There are signs that the Church and knightly orders know to watch for in new acolytes and squires, subtle connections to the divine less stable than that of a cleric. Of these identified candidates, only few are offered the special training necessary to become full paladin initiates, and even fewer complete their training. You do not become a paladin by accident. You must choose it, day after day.
As soon as a Damned Innocent is identified, they're paired off with a waiting paladin initiate who has completed their training. A bond begins to form between the two, eventually becoming complete and unbreakable, even by death, when the paladin formally swears their oaths. From that moment onward the paladin is responsible for being guardian, role model, and parole officer to their ward.
The bond is a symbiotic one. The paladin's holy magic cannibalizes some of the Evil infecting their ward, breaking it down and burning it for fuel. In exchange, the Evil's grip on the ward is suspended, allowing their true personality and will to assert itself.
Not every story of this sort ends happily. A paladin's bond gives their ward the chance to choose good, but it cannot make them do so. Sometimes a ward chooses, of their own free will, to embrace the full breadth of their nature. In these cases, the paladin's oaths to protect innocents force them to cross blades with the person closest to their heart in all the world.
Perhaps even more tragic are the Oathbreakers, once-paladins who abandon their oaths and draw on their ward's Evil directly for greater power with less responsibility, damning them both in the process.
It's not a perfect system. Far from it. It is as fallible as the men and women who make it work. But it is hope where there would otherwise be none.
And it's also a pretty incredible roleplaying seed between your party's paladin and sorcerer or warlock.
These pescatarian birds are directly exposed to PFAS contamination due to the island's position near the St. Lawrence Seaway.
Over fifty years of data show a peak in PFAS (also known as "forever chemicals") content in seabird eggs in the 90s, followed by a decrease as regulations went into effect. The most recent findings show a 70% decrease of most common PFAS.
While continued vigilance a regulation is needed, this data indicates that regulations are working to reduce PFAS concentrations in marine ecosystems.
Yes!!!! I did a review of literature on PFASs in human drinking water about half a year ago, and there is a lot of really good progress! Please celebrate this, please don't let this solution be forgotten (at least so quickly) as the ozone layer or acid rain.
We are making genuine progress! Producers are dramatically altering how much they use PFAS and how much gets released in effluent, but also there's a lot better understanding of how to remove PFAS from the environment!
Environmental problems CAN BE SOLVED.
So back in the day to have extreme wealth meant you had a monopoly on food production in the local area, or you had the ability to organize and execute overwhelming military force, or you could physically acquire and distribute products other people could not, and then later you owned the factory that made physical stuff people wanted or needed
And in the last ten to twenty years it seems like amassing overwhelming wealth is something like directing an exercise in extremely powerful collective daydreaming
In another ten to twenty years extreme wealth will mean a monopoly on drinkable water
you wanna see some badass shit from the early 20th century?? The Lumière brothers created the first full color photograph… in fucking 1903! So these dudes dyed potatoes (in red, blue, and green), mashed them down into just pure fuckin’ starch, and used these dyed potato starches as filters to block out/let in certain wavelengths of light. They coated one side of a glass plate with the starches and sensitized the other side with a mixture of gelatin and light sensitive materials (silver nitrate) and loaded these plates in their cameras.. This is a really simple explanation of the process and I may have missed some things A few of my favorite autochrome photos:
that last one is literally a LOOK
yes!
but lets not forget sergei prokudin-gorskiy, who developed a similar process in 1902, published in 1903 and then toured russia to take hundreds of color photographs:
AND the guy developed color slide processing as well. as a person fairly familiar with modern b/w processing at home, but never EVER stepping into color (negatives or slides) territory, i’d say, BAMF to the highest degree.
Here are a few more Prokudin-Gorskiy / Gorskii shots, and a reminder once again that these aren’t recently colourised BW images but original colour photos taken about 120 years ago. Many colourised pics don’t look this good. Some modern colour pics don’t look this good (as I know all too well. “Delete image Y/N? Y!”)
This is Leo Tolstoy, author of “War and Peace” and “Anna Karenina”.
Alim Khan, Emir of Bukhara…
…and his Minister of the Interior.
A Type B-15 steam locomotive…
Another of those peasant girls with guest-gifts of berries…
The Church of St John the Baptist at Staraya Ladoga…
…and a Sergei Prokudin-Gorskiy self-portrait.
Unlike some current selfies ;-> he’s not dominating the image, so here’s a closer shot.
Nice hat…
per my last desperate howl at the heavens,
I got bored and made this
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