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[medikinet20mg]

Ira, ella/she, tma, i figured a cosa out

@marasaturnia is where i post my writing

#vinagreta is for personal

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Lista de libros que son una mierda y deberias volver a leer para cagarte en ellos:

• Pandora's Star and Judas Unchained by Peter F. Hamilton

• Black Science by Rick Remender

• ese libro sobre un colonizador español en mexico que vive desde la conquista hasta hoy en día y que no pude acabar porque...porque era algo insoportable

•

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[kincyr]

I’ve had this queued for 4 fucking years so it’d be reblogged on a Monday. the next time this can be accurately reblogged is in 6 years

[o-craven-canto]

Thanks, Mesopotamia, for wheat, barley, peas, chickpeas, lentils, figs, apples, pears, plums, dates, pomegranates, cherries, beef, mutton, and pork.

Thanks, Mediterranean Basin, for olives, cabbages, asparagus, beet, celery, fennel, oregano, peppermint, sage, coriander, and hops.

Thanks, Central Asia and Europe, for onions, garlic, carrots, spinach, pistachio, almonds, hazelnut, and rabbit.

Thanks, India, for cucumber, eggplant, mangoes, tangerines, sugarcane, coconut, saffron, cinnamon, cardamon, and turmeric.

Thanks, China, for rice, buckwheat, soybean, oranges, lemons, walnut, litchi, peach, persimmon, kiwi, and tea.

Thanks, Ethiopia, for watermelon, teff, sesame, and coffee.

Thanks, West Africa, for sorghum, guineafowl, and kola.

Thanks, Australasia, for bananas, breadfruit, clove, nutmeg, black pepper, ginger, and chicken.

Thanks, Mississippi Valley, for sunflower, blueberry, and maple syrup.

Thanks, Mexico, for maize, beans, cotton, peppers, sweet potatoes, pumpkin, zucchini, prickly pear, avocado, vanilla, turkey, and chocolate.

Thanks, Andes, for potatoes, tomatos, quinoa, Brazil nuts, cashews, and pineapple.

Thanks, Amazon, for manioc and peanuts.

[captious-solarian]

I tried to put these species into a phylogenetic tree.

Legend:

Green: Eurasia

Blue: Australasia

Yellow: Africa

Pink: Americas

Caveats:

My source for phylogeny was Wikipedia, which unfortunately tends to be horribly outdated on phylogeny (but it's much easier to use and more complete than any serious sources, so deal with it).

I'm only marking a vague continent of origin, because many species were domesticated in a wide or poorly known area, so being precise would be a pain.

When my sources for continent of origin disagreed with Concavenator's post, I went with my own. (See the comments for every species I had a nitpick about.)

The native range of hops includes North America, but they were not domesticated there before the Columbian exchange.

Commercially grown and sold blueberries are almost all the American species Vaccinium corymbosum. Many other species exist, such as the European blueberry Vaccinium myrtillus, but they're typically foraged wild rather than cultivated.

Several sesame species are African, but they're not widely cultivated.

Below the cut is the same tree with the names of the clades but not the place of origin. I'd have liked to put both on the same tree, but it gets too hard to read.

[o-craven-canto]

Oh wow, this is amazing!

[al-mayriti]

it's always a random far right usamerican guy and never a far right spanish guy (alberto pugilato i'm looking at you)

[lakemojave]

Her legacy is with us. She will never die.

[marxistcalvinisthobbesist]

Remember Harpy

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl]

Actually fucking enamoured with myself rn ngl, like you're telling me after all that suffering i actually get to look like this? I get to be pretty? And cute and hot and adorable? And happy??????????? Shit gets better yall

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl]

Ur telling me i just get to look like this? I just get to wake up and go to bed like this? Holy shit

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl]

We posting trans joy today

[miiilowo]

crazy how ppl will go 'hey i dont think the clanker memes and making skits about police brutality toward AI in 30 years or whatever is very funny' and then people will go NOOOOOO SHUT UP ITS NOT OFFENSIVE I WANNA ROLEPLAY BEING RACIST SOOOO BAD YOURE JUST SENSITIVE IT DOESNT AFFECT ANYONE SINCE AI ISNT SENTIENT SHUT UP I WANNA ROLEPLAY RACISM PLEASEEEE PLEAAAASE

[miiilowo]

like yeah fucking obviously the AI doesnt care thats not the issue here dude. nobody is getting offended on the behalf of AI dumbass its just weird how bad you want to call something a slur and make skits about discriminating against something in a violent manner

[thyfleshc0nsumed]

I think what gets me with the whole "positionality of independent artist/artisan" discourse is the fact that it's soooo stupidly simple unless you view class as income based or want to needlessly moralize as to position yourself as pure.

I'm an independent artisan, I am petty bourgeois because I have petty bourgeois class interests and have small amounts of capital--even if it's just in my personal checking account. It does not matter that I make the same amount I'd make working retail full time.

Capital is not the same thing as wealth or money more generally. Capital is money used to gain more money. When I buy a hide and hardware, I am utilizing my money as capital so that I can transform those materials into a final product that I sell for more than those materials cost me. Thus, it is in my interest to be able to get those materials for as cheaply as I can, which is to say, it is in my interest for the companies that I buy from to buy their necessary labor as cheaply as possible. There is a distinct possibility that I make less than the workers who raise the cows, tan the leather, and work in the warehouse, but they are still working class--someone else extracts surplus value from their labor--whereas I am not.

I sometimes vend at a local sex shop. If there were to be a struggle between the workers and the owners, it would be in my direct material interest to side against the workers in order to maintain my relationship with the shop. Whatever personal choice I make in the matter is irrelevant. Whether I act against my own interests or not, I still occupy a position that puts my interests in opposition to the workers' interests.

Idk, people wanna make this shit complicated and I don't understand it cuz it's just beyond simple to me.

[s4nkf]

hi lol

[cryptotheism]

Two spells for binding a lover

Left - PGM V, 1-4th century C.E.

Right - Etsy, 2024 C.E.

[1five1two]

'Mitered Fractal Tree II'. Koos Verhoeff. 2000. Bronze.

[weirdvintage]

An early 20th century postcard against the coercion of motherhood and promoting the usage of contraception.

[medikinet20mg]

He desbloqueado vertigo autista

[kelvinthegoatt]

How why what

[rustyshacklefax]

[o-craven-canto]

The Dark Universe: a setting

Year One Quadrillion AD.

(That would be 1,000,000,000,000,000, or 10^15, years from our time; or from the Big Bang, as there’s no difference on this scale.)

The Sun is long dead, and Earth is nothing but cosmic mist. In fact, the vast majority of stars are dead; and they can no longer form, as interstellar gas is long depleted. Only a few brown dwarfs and neutron stars remain, dimly glowing in infrared light. Black holes are everywhere, mostly formed by the collapse of large stars of the past, their gravity twisting spacetime on itself like a discarded napkin.

The Universe is a dark, cold place. Visible light, or of higher frequencies, only occurs in brief flashes when two dwarf stars collide by unfathomable chance, or when the smallest black holes evaporate into Hawking radiation. (The largest ones will last for a time immensely longer than has ever past.) What used to be a radiant galaxy has collapsed into a titan black hole with the mass of a trillion suns, surrounded by its smaller kin.

There are presumably many other galaxies yet, or their dark remains, but for all practical purposes there is only this one: cosmic expansion, ever accelerating, has brought all the others out of the observable Universe, rushing away faster than light can rush back (yes, that is possible, as cosmic expansion is not, strictly speaking, motion within space).

And yet.

And yet there is life: not the sort familiar to us, but vast schools of replicating Von Neumann probes, first created by a long-extinct civilization or by many, that have radiated across the dead Galaxy in a variety of forms that puts the Cambrian Explosion to shame. They have hulls small as bacteria and large as moons, arrays of sensors that detect the feeblest scraps of energy. With their nanotechnological jaws they have consumed all stray matter, swallowed nebulae and consumed planets, stripmined entire solar systems, and often devoured their distant cousins.

They live in the vacuum a fraction of degree above 0, operating at extremely slow speed: it may take thousands of years for them to process a few bytes of information. Some feed on the infrared and microwaves exhalated by the last cooling stars, building immense solar arrays; others mine the rotational energy of black holes by driving scant mass just above the event horizon.

These are the nice ones: we may call them the Communities. They are the probes with forethought, which save some energy and set aside some matter for their future plans. They have intentions and manners, even personality: the last heirs of intelligent life in the Universe. They have each a place in a pattern of social interactions, favored and disfavored partners, pleasures and pains. They also live in constant isolation and terror, hiding deep into the gravitational folds of spacetime or cruising the void without rest, barely communicating with the neighbour Communities, whom they cannot quite ever trust.

The sources of such fear are the Swarms, which outnumber them a trillion to one. These are the probes that sacrificed everything for sheer replication, that never spend a single joule if not to build a copy of themselves. They have no awareness of themselves: it’s too expensive. Once they rampaged across the Galaxy like a wildfire, devouring all matter to the last picogram; but interstellar distances are long and empty. Now they’re almost all dormant, floating in the void like bacterial spores, awaiting for a few precious photons that could rouse them and direct them to the source. Until then, they wait.

The Communities are threatened from within as well as from without: it takes only a few errors of replication to abolish all functions not required for reproduction, creating a cancerous bubble that could consume a Community from within, and reshape its matter into a new mindless Swarm. Malwares stalk about as well, encrypting themselves in radio messages to jump from probe to probe, taking over their electronic brains for their own purposes; such as, say, broadcasting infected messages into all directions until the batteries run dry. Many are the countermeasures taken by the Communities against such dangers; unlike Swarms, they cannot overcome them by sheer number.

This state of affairs could continue, in theory, for a few trillion quadrillion years: after that, protons and neutrons will start to decay, and all tangible matter will simply dissipate into light particles and feeble heat. Even the black holes will eventually sublimate into waste energy, and the cosmos will return to that featureless void whence it came.

The probes know little of what came before; the stars were already dying in the heavens when they awoke at first. If their builders resided on planets, no trace of them can be left after the double devastation of the Swarms and gravity. If they could look back to the Age of Stars, they would see an incomprehensibly fast and bright burst of matter and radiant energy, a sort of aftershock of the Big Bang, the last moment of childhood before the true universe, that of black holes and Swarms, came to be.

How strange must it be to rest on solid ground, to look up at the sky, and to see it full of light.

[o-craven-canto]

[retro-scifi-and-fantasy-art]

Janet Elizabeth Aulisio