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House goals. Some are easy…some are expensive. Let’s see what I can get done in the next 12 months.

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2006 Tao CDG

20,460 yen

saltoncity

i love scrolling my own blog narcissus at the pond style it’s so fun

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jade goose and goslings bottle with stopper, chinese c. 1700s.

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Item: splendidly carved jade decanter of Goose Juice

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An archivist found a long forgotten 8mm film reel in an old metal box, marked “Philippines 1942”. Thinking it was lost WWII footage, he sent it in to be restored/digitized. When he got the footage back, he found puppies instead (via)

gayluigi

This is so freaking profound. Like, this was before the advent of the personal camera. Not just anyone owned a camera in these days. Cameras were expensive, and so was the film. When you were recording shit, it had to be stuff you were willing to shell out a pretty penny to have preserved. Someone so deeply and profoundly loved these dogs and found joy in them that they decided to preserve them for future generations to see, after these pups are long dead and gone. This camera operator wanted to preserve the joy these dogs brought them and to share it with others. How incredible is that?

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Went to the Wetlands Institute the other day.

Sex and Gluttony on The Delaware Bay would be the title of my band (if I had more friends and knew how to make music).

the-korova

DUDE NO WAY

NEW FISH JUST DROPPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Thieves Guild

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A tale as old as time

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Lesbians dressed as clowns disrupted a "gender-critical" panel last month at University College London. Participants were surprised when trans and cis dykes from The Dyke Project obstructed the proceedings while in cheerful clown attire. Julie Bindel, one of the panelists, has been a major voice against trans, bisexual, and SWer rights. The protesters chanted, “you’re not feminists, you’re all clowns!” while interrupting her. More of these protests, please! Read the full story on Dazed.

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At 0:19 you can see them fully assault a protester. Not "just" escorting them out the building, but shoving them onto the ground hard

nateconnolly

Per the Dazed article, these protesters did the smart thing: rather than all begin shouting at once, the protesters took action in different groups. While the first group raised a banner, the remaining three groups pretended not to be protesters. Then, once the event organizers had removed the first group and begun the presentation over again, the second group of people (the ones in the video) began their disruption. Then the event organizers got everything in order and the third group of protesters interrupted them all over again. There was four groups in total!

The tactic has two benefits: first, they were able to make chaos a lot longer than they would've if they'd all protested all at once. But also, they got the TERFs to stop trusting each other. The protesters created an air of paranoia amongst the bigots and I hope it fucking haunts them until they're in the ground

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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."