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Once I was doing fieldwork with someone from Europe and said “careful, there’s a rattlesnake over there.” And she rushed over like I’d said there was a quetzal.
I said “Ma’am please, we’re three hours from a hospital!” and she said
1.) I don’t understand how that can be
2.) But I’ve never done fieldwork from a car before (!!!) so I’ll take your word for it.
3.) Did you just call me ma’am? Like a cowboy?
We drove through the Los Angeles megacity together — and at one point were stuck in traffic.
“Heeeey”, she said, like someone gently broaching a topic I should have noticed, “Why does the lane next to us have diamond shaped symbols on it?”
That is! A subtle and friendly way of asking why we’re sitting in traffic when there’s a carpool lane Right There! I laughed and pulled into the lane and started driving.
Unfortunately. That isn’t what she was implying, she was genuinely asking. So we were stuck in traffic, she asked about what was clearly a breakdown or emergency access lane, and I laughed and started driving in it. She was Alarmed.
“Hello! Excuse me! We can’t drive in this lane! No one else is driving in this lane!!”
“Oh! I should have said — this lane is for people with more than one person in their car.”
“That is RIDICULOUS. You are lying. You are lying about what this lane is for and we’ll get arrested! (ma’am it’s fine but if it weren’t it would be more of a “ticket” situation) we’ll get a “ticket”! (Ma’am again it’s fine but were it not I alone would get the ticket) because that IS NOT the purpose of this lane. That is a RIDICULOUS lie.”
“I’m sorry, I should have said — I thought you were being subtle about my oversight. Please observe the carpool sign.”
“I don’t know what a carpool is and I don’t believe you.”
“How about you look at all the cars stuck in traffic and see how many have more than one driver, and if there are at least five I’ll get back into the traffic jam.”
“FINE!”
<a pause>
(With dawning horror) “none of these cars have more than one person in them.”
“I know.”
“None of these cars have more than one person!!”
“If you weren’t here I’d be right there with them.”
“OK but there was no train to where we needed to go.”
“There’s no train to where they needed to go either.”
“HOW.”
Later that day:
“I know McDonalds and Burger King sell Burgers, but what does Wendy’s sell?”
“Burgers”
“And Sonic?”
“Burgers.”
“Jack in the Box?”
“Burgers.”
“In’n’Out?”
“Look, It’s burgers all the way down.”
She hopped off a plane, went camping on Catalina with her husband and his lab, and then I showed her a rattlesnake, dragged her through heavy brush, took her (food) shopping in Beverly Hills, illustrated American car dependency and love of burger, and threatened to shoot someone trying to break into our hotel room. (I did not have a gun) She speed-ran the US American experience in eight days.
Reading sports headlines while pretending sports doesn't exist suggests a fascinating world of magic and whimsy.
terrible news everyone
perhaps i judged too quickly
your current outfit is now your cartoon character outfit aka pernament are you ok with it?
yes
no
IT'S MY LAZY OUTFIT NOOO
fuck yea
I'm nakey
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Frog bakes an apple pie for Toad
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the music is almost as good as that visual
Turn the sound on! You will not be disappointed, people!
FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING GOOD, UNMUTE!!!!
n years later this is still one of my favorite videos
Listen to his song
(via)
Holy shit who taught this bird to sing opera
video description: a small bird stood on wooden flooring, singing the iconic high staccato bit from the queen of the night aria. he doesn't perfectly hit all the notes but still does a pretty good job. there is a human hand shaking a container full of cotton buds next to the bird for some reason.
Cockatiel (Nymphicus hollandicus)
Joy and whimsy detected! This post is joyful and whimsical!
I love how he appears to forget the last note and then adds it at the end with considerable delay
I had not touched a cat in 15 years when an orange kitten wandered over to sit with me in the grass.
"I had not touched a cat in 15 years when an orange kitten wandered over to sit with me in the grass one day. I was left without adequate words to describe that experience. It reminded me that I am alive. It instilled in me a raw, unbridled happiness that I had never felt before, not even as a child.
I have spent many hours with those cats, and still I am amazed at how perfectly they reject everything it means to be in prison. They are playful and unselfconscious, curious and silly, soft and cuddly.
Sometimes it is even more interesting to watch my fellow prisoners interact with our cats. All those hard cases doing hard time melt like butter on a summer sidewalk when they visit the felines, feed them, watch them chase the birds and bees, and when they make toys to entice the cats to play with them.
I don’t think about the past when a cat hops in my lap. I don’t think of what I should or could have done. I don’t think about courts or life sentences or parole boards. What comes to mind is peace, and a sense that everything is going to be OK. What’s in the past needs to stay there if I want to have a future, if I want to be grateful for today and for the fact that I am no longer the person I once was.
The cats, of course, already know this. They are gracious enough to spend their time with us so that we might learn, and so that we can enjoy a few quiet moments of warmth, softness, non judgment, and freedom."
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i hate that concerns about urban gardening/foraging safety is often met with "What are you, a cop?" scorn. I believe it's a suspicion of anything that hinders the punk/anti-system urgency to jump in immediately and do whatever feels right.
Safety, ethics, and sustainability are all a part of urban gardening and foraging. I'm sorry that means you need to do homework before you can do anything, I know that sounds lame. But life is complicated.
I know anti-intellectualism is viewed as activist these days, but like, surely you don't want to literally eat lead, right?
Let’s check in and see how those rascally solarpunk kids are doing, surely they’ve learned by now that…..
Daily reminder: Leafy greens like kales uptake all those delicious heavy metals in urban soils like lead and cadmium.
Don’t eat sidewalk-crack kale.
Here's some cool references from the EPA on safe urban gardening:
REUSING POTENTIALLY CONTAMINATED LANDSCAPES: Growing Gardens in Urban Soils
Steps to Creating a Community Garden or Expand Urban Agriculture at a Brownfields Site
Dashiell Hammett, who basically invented the noir genre (think: The Maltese Falcon, The Thin Man) hung out enough in the queer scene in San Francisco in the 20s-30s that he picked up some contemporary queer lingo that he folded into his stories. In The Maltese Falcon, there’s a scene where the wildly gay-coded villain shows up at a meeting with a skinny little blonde with a bad attitude and a gun in tow, and detective Sam Spade tells him to “leave the gunsel outside” — gunsel being contemporary gay slang for a young, effeminate man who probably bottoms (from the Yiddish gansl, meaning gosling). Basically, he’s saying “I’m here to talk to you, not your twink.”
However, a lot of writers mimicking Hammett did not know gay lingo or Yiddish, saw the word “gun,” and assumed “gunsel” meant “scary bodyguard with a gun.” They took off with a word they didn’t understand and spread it so fast that it’s now basically impossible to read a noir story written between 1930-1960 without someone accidentally being called a twink at least once. Look out for it next time you’re reading Raymond Chandler or his ilk, I guarantee you’ll find it.
Are you telling me his name is Ryan Twink
You have to admire Dashiell Hammett for using a corrupted Yiddish word to pull the wool over his jittery editor’s eyes in 1929 when the Blac
Her confidence is up to HERE.
Her face says it all.
“Auntie” is retired WNBA player DR. CHANTEL TREMITIERE. For the record.
watching v for venn diagram or whatever for the first time and this man’s wig is everything
malewife
Something about this is so genuine and funky. It feels so natural that if I heard the correct lyrics it wouldn't process as right in my brain. This man yelling about his green tea and watermelon sour patch kids fits so well with the live music playing in the background, the atmosphere, the whole situation. It's like some reverse slam poetry talking about how good life is and how the simple pleasures should be enjoyed. I'm in love with this tik tok.
old alt rock fans in the notes are like:
1) this slaps and actually sounds like a lot of the classics
2) if i went to a concert and they played this i wouldnt even question it. id be like FUCK yeah they were watermelon!!!
WATERMELOOOON
Facts about involuntary psychiatric hold:
The United Nations recognises it as a form of torture.
It increases suicide risk by 191 times.
It increases the risk of dying from heart disease and stroke by 3.5 times (no shit on that one, forcing extremely high doses of heavy drugs on someone without even titrating it does that)
45% of patients in psych wards have experienced sexual violence during an admission.
You are a shitty person if you try to get someone involuntarily committed.
a happy, birthday boy :)
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okay but the Idea that there might be a creature big/powerful enough to eat biblical angels, is inherently more unsettling than the Idea that some people or creatures might want to fuck biblical.
'a creature big/powerful enough to eat biblical angels' is right there in the lore; they call him 'god'
So, God would be intimidated by angels? Doesn't seem right.
Well to be fair 'intimidation' isn't what eye spots are about; in practice vs predators they serve different functions based on species. For butterflies/moths they're placed on wing surfaces to redirect predators (birds) from striking the body by lying about where the eyes are; a peck to a wing is a survivable injury in a way that a peck to the head is not.
In birds and mammals, eye spots generally serve the function of 'I am looking at you. You are not sneaking up on me, I am looking right at you.'
I don't know enough about fish to know which of these strategies they're employing.
Basically the only time eye spots are intimidation is when they're part of a display declaring yourself much bigger than you really are, like this sun bittern:
or this owl
My bet re: Angels is that they're going for the 'I can see you. You are not hidden from me.' tactic.