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I saw this post on Facebook today, and was gonna make a joke about how he's so good in the lab because, when it comes to experiment samples, he knows you gotta keep 'em separated.

But I happened to search the lyric online really quick, and found this:

AMAZING. It's actually where the line came from! Bravo, sir.

Dexter Holland, the lead singer of the punk-rock band The Offspring, has a lot of different interests. One of them is biology.

ralfmaximus

Especially poignant in 2025, in that our Health and Human Services Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. has defunded mRNA vaccine development in the USA.

alexanderwales

There are certain very specific, unsustainable periods of history.

The Golden Age of Piracy lasted from the 1650s to the 1730s, and was really three different waves of piracy that all had their own specific causes and characters. My personal favorite has always been the post-Spanish Succession period, when a bunch of sailors and privateers were left unemployed and turned en masse to piracy since those were the skills they'd picked up during the war. This supply of pirates was obviously non-renewable.

The Wild West lasted between 1865 and 1895, depending on who you ask, not even a full human lifetime. It's a very narrow band of time, and of course it wasn't sustainable, there was only so much land to colonize.

There are lots of these times of change, conquest, colonization, and war, particularly in the last three hundred years. I always think they're interesting, mostly in how quickly the course of history moves on to some other relatively more steady state.

There's a thing that speculative fiction does where it stretches specific periods out to extremes, most notably with Medieval Stasis, but I think it's far funnier when applied to these tiny slices of history that have ballooned in the public consciousness. Either it takes heroic feats of worldbuilding to make it make sense, or everyone is just sort of okay with the idea of a Golden Age of Piracy that's implied to have lasted for a millennia.

chocolatepot

I actually think of all periods as unsustainable - material culture, society are always changing, even in long periods that are given one overarching name like "antiquity" or "the middle ages". The names are just social constructs that bind many smaller and more obviously unsustainable periods together and give the impression of a lot more stability than they actually had.

Dealing with fashion history and reenactment/costuming, I see people get really stuck into the idea of a period as a concrete and eternal thing. Sure, you need your uniform to last indefinitely because you're going to be wearing it many times per summer for the next ten years, but in the real world, uniforms just needed to last through the war. You feel like a hoop skirt needs to last forever, but they knew that hoops were disposable and that shape would be out of style in a couple of years. It happens in fiction as well, I've noticed. The Regency, for one, is a brief period in English history, but a lot of people think of it as A Setting instead, like an endless summer filled with frothy parasols.

marzipanandminutiae

fun fact: some cities passed anti-hoop-skirt dumping ordinances in after that particular fashion era, because they'd gone out of style and nobody could figure out a good way to repurpose them at home or via a normal local dressmaker. so some people just...abandoned them in the street with other trash

Grand Haven, Michigan's law was passed in the mid-1890s, suggesting that some people's cleanout of 30-year-old attic contents got a little too enthusiastic

(this is also why antique wired skirt supports are pretty easy to find for sale online- they were cheap to produce, hard to reuse, and went in and out of fashion quickly)

people also often forget that a decently long human lifetime can cover multiple aesthetic periods. there's a museum here in Boston founded by a man born in 1874 who died in 1954- he lived through the Victorian Era, WWI, the Jazz Age, Old Hollywood, WWII...plenty of "eras" we tend to think of as fossilized independent units with no overlap

#history #piracy #hoop skirts #fashion

kaijuno

vibewars

chillgamesh-the-swing

diaryofandnwoman

scienceraccoon

tangent101

Welcome to the Protestant Work Ethic where if you are not working for 16 hours a day you are a Sinner that will Burn In Hell. Unless of course you are rich in which case you are Blessed by God and can go to Heaven without lifting a finger.

reginaldqueribundus

heard a story on a podcast that some Christian missionaries showed these rural Cambodian farmers how to double their crop yields. the missionaries came back a year later and were surprised the Cambodians had grown basically the same amount of crops but the farmers were like “yeah this is great, we got everything we need for the year and only had to do half as much work”

and if that doesn't tell you everything you need to know about the current North American work environment I don't know what will

charlesoberonn

moniquill

"Early colonists on Turtle Island were stunned by the plenitude they found here, attributing the richness to the bounty of nature. Settlers in the Great Lakes wrote in their journals about the extraordinary abundance of wild rice harvested by Native peoples; in just a few days, they could fill their canoes with enough rice to last all year. But the settlers were puzzled by the fact that, as one of them wrote, “the savages stopped gathering long before all the rice was harvested.” She observed that “the rice harvest starts with a ceremony of thanksgiving and prayers for good weather for the next four days. They will harvest dawn till dusk for the prescribed four days and then stop, often leaving much rice to stand unreaped. This rice, they say, is not for them but for the Thunders. Nothing will compel them to continue, therefore much goes to waste.” The settlers took this as certain evidence of laziness and lack of industry on the part of the heathens. They did not understand how indigenous land-care practices might contribute to the wealth they encountered. I once met an engineering student visiting from Europe who told me excitedly about going ricing in Minnesota with his friend’s Ojibwe family. He was eager to experience a bit of Native American culture. They were on the lake by dawn and all day long they poled through the rice beds, knocking the ripe seed into the canoe. “It didn’t take long to collect quite a bit,” he reported, “but it’s not very efficient. At least half of the rice just falls in the water and they didn’t seem to care. It’s wasted.” As a gesture of thanks to his hosts, a traditional ricing family, he offered to design a grain capture system that could be attached to the gunwales of their canoes. He sketched it out for them, showing how his technique could get 85 percent more rice. His hosts listened respectfully, then said, “Yes, we could get more that way. But it’s got to seed itself for next year. And what we leave behind is not wasted. You know, we’re not the only ones who like rice. Do you think the ducks would stop here if we took it all?” Our teachings tell us to never take more than half."

-Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer

inkfire-scribe

There are So Many Journals from American colonists that describe the amazing bounty of the land, and then surprise surprise, once they drive away the people who were caring for the land and make the farming "more efficient" and kill all the predators and import domesticated animals and everything, the amazing miraculous bounty starts drying up.

Our grandparents tell us stories about the birds that used to be here and how the seasons were predictable and the weather less extreme.

I WONDER WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED

moniquill

prinnay

Mercury☆

sailorcake

Too cute

#sailor mercury #ami mizuno #sailor moon

bewbin

there used to be this giant book that was shipped to everybodies home whiched doxxed everybody in the city

ralfmaximus

bonus: you could pay a small fee to stop them

dxmedstudent

#sailor moon

bloodraven55

still can’t believe usagi recognising sailor uranus as haruka purely by scent was an actual canon plot point in the anime…… truly one of her most insanely bisexual moments which is saying something given we’re talking about the bisexual-magical-girl-in-chief

cocofetti

checkerboardfloorwork

moth

thewindowofthesummerhouse

phantomnio

Me on a friday night

ceescedasticity

“The power’s out because what.”

howtofuckamonster

Makes sense, that area’s made for boning

ladyofspoons

it’s giving “my bisexual wife”

apteryxdreams

It is vital to ward your power lines or bury them so unfathomable (unphatantasmable?) terrors of the night don’t get stuck in them. This has been a growing problem as urban sprawl moves people an infrastructure into their usual haunts.

jelalee

ROOOOXXXXXXXXANNE!

mortalityplays

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

glassamphibians

derinthescarletpescatarian

#i like how every dropout performer is forced to live like a cartoon character

notbecauseofvictories

one of these days, I will not immediately out myself as a weird person who knows too many facts when meeting new people, or do so repeatedly when engaging with people I know---but not today. (tomorrow's not looking great either.)

zegalba

Candace Hicks: "Notes of String Theory" (2022)

thefaeriefeatherdark

I’m sure someones already said this but I often see Tumblr described as a hellsite. This is fundamentally incorrect.

Tumblr is the faesite. Everybody is super confused and lost, you keep running into random places. Somehow you end up stuck there forever after interacting a couple of times. The people are all strange, everybody simultaneously seems to be from the future and the past as if time is meaningless.