Subjectively to me... @naturally-awkward - Tumblr Blog

every few months i try to figure out how to build a website so that if tumblr ever gets nuked i dont lose all my writing and every few months i have to remind myself that i am a fish trying to climb a tree

hihogandalfaway

*scrabbles frantically for links* Joe Hills Says You Can Code!

it's a set of four lessons on creating, publishing, and managing your own website, primarily aimed at internet artists who want websites for pretty much the reason you do

it also assumes no prior coding experience (I mean no experience - step 4 of lesson 1 is 'find the text file you just made')

text tutorials

video tutorials (yt playlist)

screenshot of the intro from lesson 1:

lytefoot

Genuinely if you can read you can make a web page. You can learn this.

Another resource is Khan Academy (yeah, the math web site). They have a good html and css course.

Neocities will give you quality free hosting.

Unfortunately it's no longer really viable to set up an apache server on your old computer and host yourself, you really can't get a static IP on your home internet.

animentality

yviisxo

rest in peace to this diva

97642

batmanisagatewaydrug

I do wish we could make it a little more socially acceptable to wander the streets at night weeping inconsolably I feel like that would have a great catharsis factor for a lot of people

olidel

tunisian

i LOVE the word decorum . like please! have some decorum ✋

willgrahamscock

how it feels to be surrounded by perverted mutants

willgrahamscock

STOP REBLOGGING I MEAN MUTUALS

willgrahamscock

the funny thing is that when I posted it I went back to correct the way I said pervert and still didn’t realize

taskmastersource

I would have either pinned you to the ground or I'd have got your waist and I'd have held you down.

havingapoemwithyou

Grateful by Leonard Cohen

pangur-and-grim

wait I have one more story. there's a group of anti-abortion protesters who often set up by the Ethiopian cafe I hang out in, and when I was waiting to cross one of them held up an aborted fetus sign and said "how does this make you feel?" and I said "hungry", and then I was so satisfied by my own cleverness that I missed the lights and stepped off the sidewalk into oncoming traffic

pangur-and-grim

acti-veg

‘While bats can only sense the outer shapes and textures of their targets, dolphins can peer inside theirs. If a dolphin echolocates on you, it will perceive your lungs and your skeleton. It can likely sense shrapnel in war veterans and fetuses in pregnant women. It can pick out the air-filled swim bladders that allow fish, their main prey, to control their buoyancy.

It can almost certainly tell different species apart based on the shape of those air bladders. And it can tell if a fish has something weird inside it, like a metal hook. In Hawaii, false killer whales often pluck tuna off fishing lines, and “they’ll know where the hook is inside that fish,” Aude Pacini, who studies these animals, tells me. “They can ‘see’ things that you and I would never consider unless we had an X-ray machine or an MRI scanner.”

This penetrating perception is so unusual that scientists have barely begun to consider its implications. The beaked whales, for example, are odontocetes that look dolphin-esque on the outside—but on the inside, their skulls bear a strange assortment of crests, ridges, and bumps, many of which are only found in males.

Pavel Gol’din has suggested that these structures might be the equivalent of deer antlers—showy ornaments that are used to attract mates. Such ornaments would normally protrude from the body in a visible and conspicuous way, but that’s unnecessary for animals that are living medical scanners.’

-Ed Yong, An Immense World

namu-the-orca

Cetacean echolocation is one of those things that boggles your mind once you really start to think about the implications. They can see each others' hearts beating fast with fear or excitement. They can see if another dolphin is healthy, or pregnant; how the fetus is doing; if they have ingested debris. Their echolocation is also incredibly precise: a bottlenose dolphin could discriminate between cilinders differing in wall thickness by just 0.23 mm (0.009 inch) from 8 meters away!! And they certainly notice when something is off.

I'm not sure if I ever shared this story before here, but in Curacao, when I was allowed to assist in a guest interaction programme, there was suddenly consternation in the pool behind us. A guest had entered the water and the dolphins were going crazy, paying no heed to the trainers anymore. The lead trainer that was with me gave the dolphins to me to watch over while she went to help. When she came back she told me what had happened. The guest that had caused so much uproar had left the water again and was asked if he had done anything to upset the dolphins. He hadn't, and he couldn't imagine what was wrong... until he mentioned he had a pacemaker. The younger dolphins in the pool had never seen someone with a pacemaker before and apparently it rocked their world.

It was such a wild experience, and offered such a cool insight into how dolphins experience their world. I'll never forget it.

the-cimmerians

I recently attended a queer community event and there was a group of older women who coordinated to provide hugs to any participants who needed one. I went over to tell them how cool this was and to thank them, and the lady I talked to said 'hey, so, we're all moms, but we don't have any dads with us. Want to join us as a dad?' (ADATF assigned dad at the function, woop!) (understandable because I am white-haired and butch and giant and was also wearing brown plaid flannel, plus my entire being is suffused with an epic level of dorkiness that I guess really reads as dad for some qualities of dadness) Anyway I was like Fuck Yeah Hi I'm Dad and started giving hugs as assigned, attempting to give the kind of enveloping, all-encompassing and all-accepting hugs that I thought would be most effective, but this one little masc person pulled back afterwards and said 'no offense, but that was like a mom hug. could i have a dad hug?', and I was so confused by this for a moment I said 'dad hug?' and waved my hands like patting, and they were like 'yes! like the back-slapping! like you gotta knock the gay cooties off!' so I squared up and gave them a big back-slapping hug, and, being amused, added 'you want me to call you Sport?' and they got very small in my arms and quietly said 'yeah... please', so I rocked them a little while still patting and said 'oh, it's okay, Sport, I got you. Pal. Buddy. Champ. Ace. We're gonna keep the gay cooties, yeah?' and they nodded and then snuggled in and didn't let go for some time so I guess I did okay. Anyway. Further study on gendered hugs needed, apparently.