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OK tumblr buddies, you nerds are my target demographic, so what other pride doodle earrings should I do? So far my plans include: Worms, Cats and Accordians.
I finished all the photos for my little ol website. So if you want my jewellery at a slightly cheaper price now is the time! (Repost this for extra good vibes and love from me)
Pulled a tarot card yesterday that absolutely Did Not fit my mood. So I did more representative artwork.
We're all familiar with the concept of living paycheck to paycheck. You have just enough money to pay for your needs, every month. But if something happens, something breaks or needs replacing, you're in trouble.
I have recently been using that concept to describe my mental health. Mentally living paycheck to paycheck. Like, I'm OK right now. No breakdowns, doing my little jobs, doing a bit of exersize here and there, getting ok sleep, all the rest of it. But Only Just. And I know, in my bones, that if one big bad thing, or 3 or 4 small bad things occurred, I would be in a full downward spiral. I don't have a mental equivalent of savings (the metaphor is imperfect).
So yeah, gifting you with this useful phrase to use in your own mental health rambling. I think you can also be like, organisationally living paycheck to paycheck? You're on top of your organising, but only on a surface level, you know? And if you had to stop for a week, everything would immediately be chaos.
Everything that is posted online, to shorts, reels, or tiktok, is content. It's entertainment. It is either scripted or manipulated. A lot of it is advertising something. Someone went through the trouble of setting up the shot, editing the video, adding the captions, adding the tags and posting it. None of it should be assumed to be real- reality TV at best.
I have another dog to put on this theoretical show. The original story can be found at this link. If the link breaks, it's a story on NotAlwaysRight called "Absolutely The Goodest Boy"
I love it when service dogs do some freelance consulting, it's so cool
Mr. Bennet: Sure, I haven't taken care of my daughters' financial security, but have I at least taken care of their education? No. But have I taken care of their emotional needs? Also no. But have I been a good protector and supervisor? I'm afraid not. However, have I been a good example for my children of being a kind and respectful spouse, parent, and all around human being? No again. But through it all, have I nailed being funny? Yes. And isn't that the most important role of a father after all?
Eyewitness Series II by DK Vision (1996)
The theme tune lives rent free in my head
in case anyone was wondering, i ran the numbers, and in order for this to be true, the town of High Falls must have 50,000 (voting) citizens :)
Fun fact: there is an All Hail King Julien episode with this exact plot- they do a poll and *one* person doesn't like King Julien and he becomes deeply obsessed with that one person
There is no moral.
The wolf eats you one day,
And until it does,
The forest is beautiful
[Neverafter - Brennan Lee Mulligan]
Neverafter had no right to go as hard as it did.
why bother caring about the environment when 1. It’s so obviously a lost cause and 2. There’s definitely going to be a nuclear war?
And what are you doing about it Anon? Learn about ecological restoration or get out of my way.
If you read ecology books printed in the 70s and 80s, they were absolutely convinced that whales and tigers would not survive the century. There's a whole plot in Star Trek about how whales are extinct actually. Here in Argentina, we were sure that yaguaretés would have gone extinct. It was thought that rainforests would be forever lost, because there was no way that such complex ecosystems would be restored.
Now, you can go to Península Valdés and find that the whale population there is growing year after year, people can see them from their windows. In Iberá, where yaguaretés were extinct for over 70 years, there's now a population of 35 and growing, after being reintroduced just five years ago. As for rainforests?
We've becoming very, very good on restoring them. Natural environments, when given space and time to heal, can return to that they were. And after all, all natural enviroments are managed by human societies. It is up to us to implement a good management, un buen gobierno.
I firmly believe our children and grandchildren will see a restoration of Earth like never before.
Millions of people are working on this. You can learn about it, perhaps even become one of them. Or be a pointless doomer in my ask box. Your choice.
Thinking about how wild it is that enshittification starts as a way for the rich to squeeze the populace for more money but ends up infecting everything so even luxury products decline in quality. They’ve got more money than fucking God now and for what? Literally they can’t even buy fun nice stuff for themselves because they killed craft.
Anyway this post is about Dhaka muslin but it’s also about everything.
Nearly 200 years ago, Dhaka muslin was the most valuable fabric on the planet. Then it was lost altogether. How did this happen? And can we
guess it's time to post agha shahid ali's poem about dhaka muslin
Fun fact! Revival of Dhaka Muslin has been ongoing for quite some time. The headline of the above article is very very misleading, we know exactly how Dhaka Muslin was made. The process was very well documented. We know how it was made, but colonialism ruined the fabric's production area and devalued the skills needed to make it such that they no longer existed. But the process itself was not lost.
That being said, efforts to bring it back are underway, and they have been making amazing progress, and succeed in creating Dhaka Muslin yet again.
It all began with a search for ‘phuti karpas’ – muslin’s unique cotton plant which is known to have become extinct. However, starting in 201
This is a pretty good updated article, it has a lot of the same info as the BCC one (which also discusses some of the revival efforts) but with more of a focus on that process, an update to the story, and it details some of the other ongoing projects working on the revival!
Here's the first weaver to manage to produce a finished piece in nearly 200 years, Al Amin.
His first piece was 300 threads, according to the article they have now been able to get into the 700s for thread counts, which is absolutely incredible.
Several projects are actually underway now each with different weavers and slightly different methods, producing fabric intended to meet or best the original!
And if you're curious, "okay but can it pass through a ring" yes! Yes they can!
All three of these photos are of pieces made in the modern century, photos by Wasiul Bahar!
It's a very time consuming process, and a very expensive fabric to purchase, but love and passion for it have been steadily bringing it back!
Last night this absolutely cursed fancast for Paladin's Hope popped into my head so now I am sharing with the class.
I've read 4 books so far this year and its the 21st of Jan. 10 years ago I had basically Stopped Reading, after being an absolute bookworm as a kid. And I know there are more people out there like me who stopped reading and now really struggle so here is my best pieces of advice for getting back to reading:
1: READ FUN BOOKS. Put down War and Peace. Back away slowly from that very worthy looking book on the history of socioeconomics. I'm not saying never read them, but don't *start* with them. I talk to so many people who say they struggle to get back into reading and you ask what they're currently reading and its something wildly dry and dense. No. Reading is a skill, and you need to rebuilt some barely used mental muscles. Read short, pulpy books that you know are going to be page turners. Read fanfiction. Read books you loved as a kid. Read smut. Read holiday reads. Whatever is going to get you into that "just five more minutes" reading space rather than "I'm going to make myself read for 5 minutes" is the thing to go for. THEN once you've built up your concentration span and your comprehension skills, then you can break out more serious books that you're interested in but couldn't get into. But reading is meant to be relaxing and fun. So. Relax and have fun.
2) Get libby, or another reading app on your phone, and remove at least 1 Social Media Scrolling app from your phone if you can. 5 minutes waiting for a bus? Read on your phone. Eating lunch on your own? Read on your phone. Realise you're doom scrolling? Switch apps, Read on your phone. As above, it gets those concentration and comprehension skills moving, and also, helps you to not get sucked into The Doom.
Those are the main two things I've done to get reading again. I hope that helps someone.
[Books that have helped me get back into reading when I've been in a rut: Red White and Royal Blue. Literally Any Discworld Novel. The Saints of Steel series. The Edge Chronicals. A Series of Unfortunate Events. Her Magisty's Royal Coven]
Here’s the opposite story, though. With apologies because I don’t have the book in front of me, so I may get some details wrong, but I read this “Irena’s Children“ by Tilar J. Mazzeo.
Irena lived in Warsaw during the Nazi occupation, and dedicated her life to rescuing Jewish children from the Ghetto, and her story is complicated in a lot of ways but - well, this story isn’t actually about Irena, per se.
It’s about a bus driver.
It’s about a day when she’s traveling across town by bus with a very young Jewish child, and partway to their destination the child looks up and asks a question - in Yiddish. and the whole bus goes quiet, because everyone knows what that means. And Irena thinks, okay, we’re going to die here today.
And she’s running through her options - all of them bad - and suddenly the bus stops, and the bus driver announces that there’s been a mechanical failure and the bus needs to return to the depot immediately. Everyone off, please.
And she stands and goes to get off the bus and the driver says - not you two. Sit down. So she sits down as everyone else leaves, because, well, what else is she going to do? the options are all still bad, at this point.
and when the bus is empty the bus driver says,
“Where do you need to go?”
And then he drives them as close to their destination as he can, and lets them off, and drives away. And Irena lives, and the kid lives, and they never cross paths again.
So a janitor got three people killed, and a bus driver saved two lives - not to mention all the other lives indirectly saved because Irena was able to continue her work.
I think about that almost every day now, to be honest.
We can’t all be Irena. I couldn’t be Irena. She was in a unique place with very specific skills and connections that let her do what she did. I am just one mentally ill librarian. I can’t be her. But - I can be the bus driver. Or I could be the janitor. Because it doesn’t matter what your job is. It doesn’t matter who you are. In a world like this, every single one of us has the opportunity to do massive harm or massive good. We can save lives or end them.
And that’s scary. but it’s also very comforting? at least for me. Because at the end of the day it means this: no matter of how small and helpless and unimportant you feel, you’re never powerless in the face of great evil.
You can choose to be the bus driver.