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For decades, the idea that insects have feelings was considered a heretical joke – but as the evidence piles up, scientists are rapidly reco

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Elizabeth Hargrave’s Wingspan might also transform the way you think about games—and art.

This game sounds beautiful. I can’t wait to try it. “Wingspan allows [players] to make art together… Each time you repack the box, you understand a little more about the ecology of the game, and so the next time you refine or upend your practice—and create something new.”

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John K. Samson - "Millennium for All". A beautiful ode to public libraries that is also a protest against the “securitization and defunding” of libraries in Winnipeg where John lives (https://exclaim.ca/music/article/john_k_samson_fights_for_your_right_to_libraries_on_new_song_millennium_for_all). The song’s lines offer snippets of individual lives and, taken together, these snippets showcase our collective need for safety, peace, and space to allow what’s inside us to grow. Libraries offer so much in books, but as one of the few (the sole?) remaining public spaces where you can be without having to pay or exchange something for services, they offer so much more than books too. Phew. This song makes me feel all the feels.

#john k samson #public libraries

John K. Samson - "Fantasy Baseball At The End Of The World" A song about hating Trump from my favourite lyricist. What an honest and, in the end, beautiful, song from such a relatable sentiment.

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“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”

Kurt Vonnegut

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I mean, it's actually not funny. Stoats were introduced to New Zealand by idiots who brought them to try and deal with the rabbits they had previously introduced to New Zealand, who were breeding like rabbits. And the stoats went "hurrah! A land where birds have no predators and some of them even lay their eggs in burrows! Let us feast in this new land!" So dealing with stoats is a real problem.

But Stoat on the Loose is such a great title. And it's obviously followed up by Stoat on the Loose 2: Stoat in the Big City and Stoat on the Loose 3: Stoats in Space.

thegunlady

TIL that the Audubon Society has released official statements on the difference between a "bird", a "birb", and a "borb", featuring such gems as:

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“A variety of wild animals visiting a water fountain”

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Oh this is delightful, it just keeps getting better

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One of my fave lines of poetry comes from Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies: “because just being here means so much”. It’s from the Ninth Elegy which I plan to share stanza by stanza over the coming days:

Why, when this short span of being could be spent / like the laurel, a little darker than all / the other green, the edge of each leaf fluted / with small waves (like the wind’s smile) — why, / then, do we have to be human and, avoiding fate, / long for fate?

Stanza 1, Ninth Elegy, Duino Elegies

By Rainer Maria Rilke

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Oh, not because happiness, / that quick profit of impending loss, really exists. / Not out of curiosity, not just to exercise the heart / — that could be in the laurel, too...

Stanza 2, Ninth Elegy, Duino Elegies

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But because being here means so much, and because all / that’s here, vanishing so quickly, seems to need us / and strangely concerns us. Us, to the first to vanish. / Once each, only once. Once and no more. And us too, / once. Never again. But to have been / once, even if only once, / to have been on earth just once — that is irrevocable.

Stanza 3, Ninth Elegy, Duino Elegies

By Rainer Maria Rilke

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And so we keep on going and try to realize it, / try to hold it in our overcrowded eyes, and in our speechless heart. / Try to become it. To give it to whom? We’d rather / keep all of it forever... Ah, but what can we take across / into that other realm? ...

Stanza 4, Elegy 9, Duino Elegies, Rainer Maria Rilke