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This blog stands in solidarity with BIPOC, LGBTQIA+ folks, and people with stigmatized bodies, brains, lifestyles, and circumstances.
I'm a middle-aged trans guy in higher ed. I don't have time or patience for fascists, nationalists, bigots, and bullies.
I write and edit TTRPGs and other stuff. Editing/proofreading availability currently open. DM me for rates.
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I need to stop replying to “how do you make friends in your 30s?” threads because all my answers boil down to “you have to want to know people instead of have friends” and I don’t think people wanna hear that
It’s like. People can tell if you don’t really like or connect with them. If you aren’t truly enamored with someone you will have a hard time coming up with activities to do together to deepen the friendship. Because you don’t really like that person that much.
This page from one of my history books looks like a lesbian utopia.
Source: Reclaiming Lost Ground by Neale McGoldrick & Margaret Crocco
Very similar vibes - this 1899 illustration from Puck of butchy (for the time) lesbians looking like the coolest, hottest women to ever walk the earth
every major structural social problem right now is basically "we don't have enough skilled workers on the ground" and the reason is always "well we've been intentionally underpaying and understaffng them for decades to increase corporate profits" and somehow the news always just mentions the "shortage" without digging into the cause
air travel is a mess? shortage of air traffic controllers - for some mysterious reason
logistics a mess? shortage of truck drivers - for some mysterious reason
public transit can't meet demand? shortage of bus drivers - for some mysterious reason
We even mysteriously have shortages of doctors, nurses, teachers... FOR SOME MYSTERIOUS REASON
FUCKING PAY PEOPLE AND HIRE ENOUGH STAFF
Yes and: Make education more affordable and achievable!!
please look at these amazing illustrations Ursula K. LeGuin did for one of her essays on writing workshops:
"The Writer is liable to feel like a little, tiny person all alone in a desert where the sand is words. Giant figures of Best-Sellers and Great Authors loom over her like statues—Look on my works, ye puny, and despair!—This lonely, sitting-there person may find that in a work-centered workshop she can draw on the kind of group support and collaborative rivalry, the pooled energy, that actors, dancers, and musicians, all performing artists, draw on all the time.
And so long as ego-tripping is discouraged, the process of the workshop, depending on mutual aid, stimulation, emulation, honesty, and trust, can produce an unusually pure and clear form of that energy.
The participant may be able to carry some of that energy home, not having learned “how to write,” but having learned what it is to write.
I think of a good workshop as a pride of lions at a waterhole. They all hunt zebras all night and then they all eat the zebra, growling a good deal, and then they all come to the waterhole to drink together. Then in the heat of the day they lie around rumbling and swatting flies and looking benevolent. It is something to have belonged, even for a week, to a pride of lions." (from The Wave in the Mind, 2004)
Scheduling coworking sessions with friends with this exact energy. Have spent a bit too long ALONE IN THE DESERT OF WORDS, must now HEAD TO THE WATERHOLE for the sake of my sanity
Myth of the Brown Recluse: Fact, Fear, and Loathing Rick Vetter Department of Entomology, University of California, Riverside, CA
treat yourself to a uc riverside spider researcher rapidly losing his cool over the course of this article as he desperately tries to convince his interlocutors, The Entire State of California, that there is literally no evidence that we have brown recluses
That was a really fun read I love him just flat out challenging anyone to show him proof of the species in the state then going on to pretty much say ITS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT HERE
I love when people ask "how did you learn this skill?" I just started, there's no secret. that's it. a vast majority of the time the only thing holding you back is your trepidation to start.
these are great points and I want to add that skills build upon each other. The skills, design acumen and even some muscle memory between practical endeavors like woodworking, sewing, leather craft, construction trades, etc all relate to each other in your brain and hands and after a while you become fluent in making and repairing things. A person becomes handier as they try more things, and you can reach a critical mass of experience and have good results even with something you've never done before.
My very first tiger drawing and my latest
Your skill level is unquestionable but listen.
I love him.
me also. as well.
This is the COOLEST thing I’ve seen in AGES. You both completely made my entire week.
Scientists invented a fake disease. AI told people it was real: Nature.com
I'm a bit frightened for the time when someone less ethical than the person that did this decides to repeat the experiment but leave out the part where they come in later and announce that it was fake and people wind up diagnosed with the fake condition and all kinds of wacky hi jinks ensues.
Death's Door
Don't worry the audience extrapolated it back out. You zip the file and communicate it, they unzip it.
This is the best explanation of the reader's contribution to art I've ever heard.
Me: "I don't often cook but I'm going to quick look through my mom's recipe cards and see if I can find that specific recipe"
Me, 15 minutes later, sobbing: "Love is stored in handwritten recipe cards"
No but for real. Handwritten recipe notes like:
"Kenny's Favorite" "Bake for 45 minutes BAKE FOR 35 MINUTES" "This is from Suzy, back when we lived in St. Louis!" "VERY GOOD!!" (this card had oil stains and ancient bits of dough stuck to the back of it) "Great for dinner parties, can be made ahead of time" "Add some vanilla" with an additional note in different handwriting, "2 tsp vanilla" "I use butter, but Grandpa Rudy uses lard" "Love you! Gramma Emy"
Seeing the handwriting and messages from those no longer with us, or people who I haven't seen for a decade, or even people I never knew but who clearly shared in loving the same people I do - there is an inherent love in sharing food, and personal recipes are a way of saying, "Here. I can't always be with you, but I want you be able to eat well. I hope this food will keep you as happy as you were when I made it for you." And they remind us of all the people who have ever made or shared those meals with us. And love is stored in handwritten recipe cards.
My problem is that I have a deep admiration and respect for ingenuity, dedication, and commitment to the bit.
Which is ultimately benign, until I am placed in the role of a caregiver or general authority over a person or animal
Because I can't just catch someone in the midst of pulling off a ridiculous, clever, determined and absurd little scheme and just act like I'm not impressed
It wouldn't be honest or fair
And so, it appears that if anything with free will is placed in my care long enough, they invariably learn that if they can get me to laugh without hurting anybody or risking their health then they can pretty much get away with almost anything
Which has resulted in some very funny events
He tore open a bag of cheetos and hid them somewhere in the apartment so even after I cleaned up the mess and put the bag in the fridge every couple hours I hear a crunching sound and follow it to find him hunched defensively in a corner eating a cheeto
people should be allowed to have low ambition, and also be able to feed a family on the salary of a cashier at a convenience store.
My very first job was at Taco Bell, and most of us working there were horrible young adults with horrible young adult problems, but one of my coworkers was a woman in (I think) her 50s.
And us horrid young adults would ask her why she still worked at Taco Bell, because it was starter job and who would want to stay there forever? Her response?
“I make enough money to make sure I always have roses in my bedroom.”
This answer changed me as a person. It changed the way I thought about what makes someone successful, and made me step back and realize that I was so caught up in what I thought success and happiness should mean that I didn’t know what I wanted them to mean.
Which is to say that sometimes ambition is making enough money to keep fresh roses in your bedroom, and you should be able to do that working at Taco Bell.
spot the birb
what’s the rush?
The time will pass anyway
