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@mitsdriveswhere
Hello there
my name's Mits. i travel quite a bit, and most of the time i know fuck all about what i'm doing. but on the few chances i do, i write and take pictures. also apparently i am a history slut so there's that too.
kofi if you'd like (dm me if you would like any of the original photos of my posts, as not all of them get put on kofi automatically)
welcome
as of october 2025, i've got this handy dandy map! no more counting lol (from Splored)
the main problem i have with america is that nothings old as hell there. i cant be so far away from a castle it damages my aura
man people really just say stuff on here huh
Noooo haha don't spread racist ideals and colonizer propaganda by idolizing white european aesthetics above all else and denying the life and accomplishments of native peoples on their own lands
People have been living in the downtown area of Tucson, Arizona for at least 4,500 years. The greater Santa Cruz river valley has been occupied by humans for 12,000 years.
You see this?
That's not a river. That's the South Canal in Mesa, Arizona (Phoenix metro area).
This is a view of the East and South canals. At least half of all the Phoenix metro canals were originally built by the Hohokam (from roughly 200-1400 CE), and are still in use (restored) today.
Phoenix, Arizona actually has more miles (kilometers) of Canals total than both Venice and Amsterdam. No, really. Phoenix has about 180 miles of canals, many of which are built on ancient canal foundations.
below is an aerial view photo taken in the late 1930's of one branch of Phoenix's canal systems:
Also have the "Montezuma Castle," if you need a castle:
I don't need to look at some 12th century European castle to see age.
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I HAVE A SUGGESTION
Come on, fellas. Let's get it together.
It’s incredible how much women do behind the scenes. I know a realtor who relies strongly on his girlfriend’s charisma, beauty and personality to gain clients.
I’ve just been reading The Glass Universe by Dava Sobel, about the Harvard women who supported the bulk of astronomy research there over the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. While many of them did receive public and academic credit as well as pay - although the university always resisted making any of them faculty until the 1950s - almost all the male astronomers featured were married to accomplished women in their own right, many of them scientists, and you can bet their husbands weren’t putting them on all their papers.
Which has bled into the modern academic world, where many people are expected to do what was essentially a two-person job (filled by male academic + wife) by themselves, or while married to someone else trying to do the same thing. The lack of acknowledgement of women’s work fucks everybody over.
#people who want a return to the mythical prior era #when women did not work #do not want women to stop working #they want them to stop getting credit and pay for it
This reminds me of how early film history, it was always the male director’s wife who did the editing of the films, because the cutting and connecting of film strips was considered a lot like sewing. Of course, anyone who knows anything about film and editing can tell you it changes how good a movie is very easily.
Don’t believe me? Look at the differences between the famous Jaws as the public’s release of it (insisted upon by the female editor) and spielberg, the male director’s version of it (missing basic suspense methods, shows the phony shark too much, etc). Same goes for almost every tarantino film. Editing makes or breaks a film and even today, you can bet your socks editing “the invisible art” was pioneered and is still pushed by women.
^^^^^^ This is so true! And once film editing began to be recognized as an actual art form, women were shoved out of the editing room so that men could be artistic or whatever.
Also Tarantino referred to his favorite editor as being kind of like his mom or something and I swear to god the more I see of him, the less I like him.
The “female editor” for Jaws was Verna Hellman Fields, who cut many other notable films, including American Graffiti along with Marcia Lucas.
Tarantino’s “favorite editor” was Sally JoAnne Menke who edited all of Tarantino’s films until she died.
Because naming and credit is important, especially when you’re talking about women not getting credit and recognition of their work as named individuals.
If you want to know more about women in early filmmaking (emphasis American) and the sociology of how different roles were divided, gendered, and re-gendered in the first decades, I highly recommend Women Filmmakers in Early Hollywood by Karen Ward Mahar.
There are a number of other books to follow that, but it’s 2am and I’m tired so hit me up later for them.
You know what happens when women type? They EDIT. It is a service they are expected to provide invisibly - not to let a mistake or imperfection show to their husband’s audience, but also not to intrude upon his sense that this is all his ideas and his labor. Wives are the unacknowledged story and script doctors, and often co-authors for so many supposedly male-authored works.
Also, I second Women Filmmakers in Early Hollywood. Mahar was my history prof for three or four courses and she is incredibly knowledgeable and engaging.
Interesting how women authors do all their own typing though, innit?
-a woman author
I attended a talk by a local writer with his wife, and they explained her role supporting him. She’d been a writer herself but gave it up to become his editor. And look. I myself am an editor. I find it enjoyable and rewarding to help writers express themselves. It’s my day job and I write my own stuff in evenings and on weekends, but even if I never wrote my own stuff, I’d still love my day job.
But she gave up all her own work, and an independent paycheck, to help her husband be more prolific, and this guy’s writing was…not that great.
It wasn’t awful. It was well-researched and the grammar and word choice were correct so that you could always understand what you were reading. But it was unexciting on both a style and plot level. Its appeal came mainly from “local interest.” The characters weren’t memorable.
And I can’t help wondering how things might have gone if he had decided to become the assistant to her. (Or if they’d both assisted each other and both continued writing.)
My personal favorite example of this that thankfully allowed her to actually get some of her laurels, is Fanny Bandelier (Fanny Ritter) - who was married to archeologist Adolf Bandelier.
She was a scholar, an expert in translation, a polyglot, an anthropologist (at half his age)! And yet his name is first, cause she's his wife. She is such a cornerstone of feminist history in archeology, she loved translating, and is best known for her translations of the Narvaez expedition documents. Women in early archeology were often paid below even hired laborers if at all, and yet she and many others did it anyway. The arts and sciences have always been womens work.
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Unique Gas Station Food
It was a news story about "Unique Gas Station Food."
Let me es'plain.
March 31st, 2021. I don't remember exactly what happened, but I remember it was a really crappy day at work. Like, I got to my car and immediately started crying, kind of crappy day. I had gotten into the habit of driving around town after bad days, but I was just not in the mood to slowly cruise around town. My first thought? Go get black-out-drunk. That was immediately shot down, I had work tomorrow. Second thought? Get an impromptu tattoo. Swiftly shot down.
Third thought? Get on the road and drive. Don't stop until you aren't upset anymore.
That seemed reasonable to me, so I got in the interstate and started driving south away from town, 80 miles an hour and still upset. I kept driving for around 30 minutes, at which point I was feeling better and was no longer crying. At that point, I was only about 15 minutes away from the next town over. I had been there before, as a kid, but had not been back in probably near a decade.
I remembered the nicest part of town was called the Riverwalk, so I looked out for signs until I found my way to it (I had yet to get data on my phone at that point). I found a free parking lot, got out, and started walking.
I walked down the Riverwalk, looking at restaurants, not really in the mood for anything I went by and certainly not in their expected income bracket. So I kept walking, until I left the Riverwalk and started heading into a cheaper part of town. The walk continued until finally I found myself in front of a sushi place, at which point I decided that sounded good, and went in.
It was nearly deserted, only two other people in the whole restaurant. I was seated next to the front window, and my food soon delivered out to me.
I sat there and ate in silence, for about an hour, texting my mum a picture of the menu to show her how far I had driven "for dinner". I finished with a full belly, returned to my car, and drove home.
It was a very pleasant evening, ending my day way better than it started.
I don't remember the exact day, but it was early April, 2021. I was working as a BHT, sitting with clients as they watched TV before therapy started. It was playing the morning news, something nobody was really interested in watching, but then a little local story came on, about "Unique Gas Station Food".
The story was exactly as it sounds, just a local news station talking about weird food you can get at gas stations around the country.
I made an off-hand, flippant comment, about how it would be cool if your entire job was just "Find Weird Food. That's it."
One of the girls watching agreed, jokingly saying I should do just that. She had been in the facility for a month at this point, and it was her second 'stay' with us. We had gotten to know each other fairly well, and she was pretty close with me in terms of staff.
I brushed her off, but she doubled down. Like, no, Mits. You should do it. Again, I brushed her off, that I obviously couldn't do that. And again, she was like. No. Mits. You have to live sometime, YOLO type deal. And she asked me, what's something you've always wanted to do for a long time but never did.
Well, my obvious answer was "skydiving". But I can't do that, because my dad said he would take me when I turned 21.
But Mits. You are 24.
That was true.
So he didn't take you. You should just go yourself.
One more time, I brushed her off. Yeah, sure, I'll look into when I get home.
No. Mits. Do it now. Live in the moment.
And you know?
Something in my head just kind of.... clicked. I can go all the way to another town "for dinner". I can schedule to go skydiving.
So I did. I got my phone out right then and there, we looked up local skydiving schools (? academies? idk) and I scheduled myself to jump out of an airplane.
April 29th, 2021. I jumped out of an airplane. It was amazing, no regrets whatsoever. It was the exact kind of exhilarating I imagined it to be. 5/5 would do again.
That was the start. That click. It was about a news story about "Unique Gas Station Food." My brain finally clicked that if I wanted to, I could just... go do it.
Skydiving? I can just do that.
Driving across the country by myself? I can just do that.
Driving to a tiny town in Canada because it has the same name as my cat and I think it'd be funny? I can, indeed, just do that.
ran into this girl who pushed me to go sky diving for the first time - it's been about 4 years now. she's doing well. she went back to school like she said she would. she's doing the job she said she wanted. she's clean and sober. the world is a good place and it will bring you good things if you let it
ive been in limbo for like 6 months about a paper i sent to an editor for thoughts/review and he finally got back to me today and while it was rejected (i did kind of expect it to be, looking back on it now it's not the most polished and was originally written for a 100 level undergrad course) his response is perhaps the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me and i will now be crawling into a hole to eat it and nothing else for the next thousand years
Hello there
my name's Mits. i travel quite a bit, and most of the time i know fuck all about what i'm doing. but on the few chances i do, i write and take pictures. also apparently i am a history slut so there's that too.
kofi if you'd like (dm me if you would like any of the original photos of my posts, as not all of them get put on kofi automatically)
welcome
as of october 2025, i've got this handy dandy map! no more counting lol (from Splored)
I had originally thought to compose this photo a bit differently, put the ant in the corner or something, make a statement about the uinhabitability of the salt bed she was crawling across but I changed my mind. I like this photo because she's in it, so she'll be at the center.
The original photo, and where I took it. Look at her, out there all on her own, doing who knows what. I'm sure she does, at least. I love you salt flats ant <3
I've actually no idea what kind of flowers these are, but they're cool - also Sacramento
Cedar in Sacramento, California
More berries in Seattle
Wild blackberries, also in Seattle
Also on my walk in Seattle
I went on a trip last month that was a new experience in a few ways for me - I wasn't driving my car nor was I traveling alone, and I returned home via train. I genuinely enjoyed it quite a bit. As usual, it took me about a month to get the spoons to go through my camera and find the stuff I liked.
This I took in Seattle, or the area surrounding Seattle. I have gotten into the habit of going on morning walks in the last few months and that did not change on my trip. I woke up around seven, walked away from our hotel, and took photos of the plants I liked. I take one photo and walk away. If it comes out great, if not, that's also fine. It's just the way I like to take the world in. Anyway this is probably the first time I've ever taken a photo and not wanted to go in and tweak it somehow. No cropping, no messing with saturation. Just a plant I've never seen before in the early hours of the morning. I think it's pretty.
