Tasha’s Cauldron of Whatever @sharkpark - Tumblr Blog

i can’t believe we’re all young professionals and academics and we’re still logging on to tumblr.com every single day to clown on ourselves. who let this happen

asingularcanadian

Look man this is the only place left im allowed to say clown shit without it impacting my career, just lemme have this

macabre-muses

vader every time he came across 3po and r2 during the war probably

aplpaca

> went to a nature boardwalk earlier

> got asked by someone what a species of bird was bc I "looked like someone who would know"

> yellow-crowned night heron

#hell yeah

correctopinionhaver

so many mental health issues these days are due to the fact that we no longer put the gargoyles on buildings that used to scare away the evil spirits that cause mental illness

flowersfromunderground

Be yourself so ppl looking for u can find u

ri5k

sisyphusshrugged

catmask

i try not to let myself get ragebaited by AI but i hate AI fake animal photography. the beautiful animals of the world are there for us to see and you show me air brushed sparkly big eye cyber slop instead? i hate you

oncorhynchus-nerka

PSA for halloween please for the love of god stay safe

foodforthot

did trilobites walked among flowering plants

foodforthot

life could be dream…

boomer-mythology-destroyer

shopwitchvamp

waowpuppy

a perfect world where people go to play minigolf and say to each other "so. if this is minigolf, then whats golf?" and no one knows because golf hasnt existed for hundreds of years by that point

sabertoothwalrus

one of my favorite things about using inaturalist is how it’s gotten me familiar with even the common, less “impressive” species. especially since spring is rolling around and I’m spending more time outside.

Like, before where I’d just say, “oh look, a butterfly!” now I can say “oh look, a mourning cloak!”

Instead of “a squirrel” it’s “a fox squirrel.” Instead of “a snail” it’s a “garden snail.” Instead of “a rabbit” it’s “a desert cottontail.” Instead of “a ladybug” it’s “an asian lady beetle, which is invasive.” Instead of “a lizard” it’s “a bluebelly, but they’re really called western fence lizards.”

It’s harder to take the little guys for granted when you know their names, y’know?

birdsnores

From Writing Down The Bones by Natalie Goldberg

[ begin ID: About ten years ago I decided I had to learn the names of plants and flowers in my environment. I bought a book on them and walked down the tree-lined streets of Boulder, examining leaf, bark, and seed, trying to match them up with their descriptions and names in the book. Maple, elm, oak, locust. I usually tried to cheat by asking people working in their yards the names of the flowers and trees growing there. I was amazed how few people had any idea of the names of the live beings inhabiting their little plot of land.

When we know the name of something, it brings us closer to the ground. It takes the blur out of our mind; it connects us to the earth. If I walk down the street and see "dogwood," "forsythia," I feel more friendly toward the environment. I am noticing what is around me and can name it. It makes me more awake.

If you read the poems of Williams Carlos Williams, you will see how specific he is about plants, trees, flowers chicory, daisy, locust, poplar, quince, primrose, black-eyed Susan, lilacs each has its own integrity. Williams says, "Write what's in front of your nose."

(...)

Learn the names of everything: birds, cheese, tractors, cars, buildings. A writer is all at once everything—an architect, French cook, farmer and at the same time, a writer is none of these things. /end ID]