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Today's Document

Love Begins
trying on a metaphor
YOU ARE THE REASON

if i look back, i am lost
Jules of Nature
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One Nice Bug Per Day
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

shark vs the universe
Noah Kahan
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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tumblr dot com
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
taylor price
art blog(derogatory)
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@loopslip
BAD NEWS: it will not be the same forever
GOOD NEWS: it will not be the same forever
day one of having a fandom mutual: you like The Character too? no way!
day three hundred of having a fandom mutual: The Character probably gets vivisected recreationally. no doubt
"it's a tv show" "it's not real" i don't care. NO SHOES ON THE BED
okay if this breaks containment I think my asian grandparents would be proud of this post being my legacy. but for their sake i must clarify my personal stance. NO SHOES IN THE HOUSE AT ALL
this book is out now!!! it's a short read, less than 200 pages, and it's SO good. i literally had to pause halfway through just to send the author a message about how much i liked it. definitely leans more utopian than scientific, but that makes sense given the format, and i think it has a lot of good things to say.
once you really start thinking about how restrictive the world is for children and how many bullshit justifications we retroactively come up for it all the time, you can't stop seeing it everywhere. this book makes a good case for including children in our political efforts not as rhetorical devices but as an actual class of oppressed people.
[louder than everyone] MAN I THINK IT DEPENDS!
once I snorted a fat line of nuance and everything started depending. watch out
i dont care if monday sucks... tuesday cost me sixty bucks... wednesday thursday give no fucks. it's friday im a duck
if you read about any biology you can quickly lose touch with what is astonishing and miraculous vs what is mundane, from animals that steal chloroplasts to become photosynthetic, to cloning technology being old hat, to trees that didn’t biodegrade for tens of millions of years, to naturally occurring lateral gene transfer between vastly different species, to the creation of gametes from adult cells, to the ability of some cancers to induce blood vessel growth, to desert shrimp that lie dormant for years, to the sensitivity of human touch receptors, to the fact that human hardware has a latent ability to see UV but their corneas block those wavelengths, to birds that echolocate and live in caves, to human skin being covered in enzymes that destroy RNA, to individual trees becoming genetic tapestries branch by branch, to life forms that gain energy from the electron potential of metals in their environments, to plants that recognize their siblings and adjust their behavior accordingly when growing next to them, to metamorphosis
which is to say. All of it is miraculous. and all of it is mundane. biology is Chaos vs. Order locking horns forever
Field notes from the time I scouted a decommissioned nuclear power plant...
This is the control room, and if you look closely, you'll see a dark stripe in the carpet running the perimeter of the room. This was referred to as the "velvet rope," and absolutely NO ONE was allowed to cross it without authorization. It was under constant observation from an adjacent office, and I was told that if someone did set foot inside without permission, things got VERY serious VERY quickly.
This is one of the computer stations, and to me, it's such a gorgeous encapsulation of its period of technology, the sort of aesthetic that shows like Lost will bend over backwards to recreate.
As I was scouting, I noticed the day calendar had last been torn off about when the plant closed for good...
Then we went into the nuclear reactor, and the whole damn thing was just so spooky.
Looking back, I think it came from an overwhelming feeling of utter insignificance in the face of the sheer power this colossus was designed to produce.
The scale was just so out of proportion to every day reality, the sort of place where a weight of "46000 LBS" is just casually noted on the side of a part.
Peering into where the core would've been, all I could think is that I'd never want the job where you have to climb down that ladder on the left while this thing was in operation.
If you're interested in seeing more, you can find my full tour here!
https://nickcarr.com/scouting-a-decommissioned-nuclear-power-plant/
And as always, follow for more location scouting fun...
@redrumrose
let’s connect to each other with a cable like old gameboys
Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
bird riding rhinoceros
Oh rhinoceros we’re really in it now
dude last night was a tennessee williams play
ok note to self i gotta leave the house regularly so that i dont feel like im slowly transforming into an evil fucking shadow clone of myself
So as it turns out your sense of self doesnt exist in a vacuum. You gotta actually use it and bounce it off of other people like echolocation to see where you are as a person and shit. So if you dont regularly interact with other people the echoes just get weaker and weaker and before you know it your personality is a blurry fucked up fog clone of its former self. which it sucks because this makes it really hard to interact with people again but yknow