The Green Pool ~ Bullock Creek by Steve Reekie
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The Green Pool ~ Bullock Creek by Steve Reekie
Chinese Viburnum by 清溪
And then there was the day a little black cat showed up while I was out taking pictures.
[ID: A black cat sits on a dirt trail through a hilly field covered in wild grasses and flowers. /End ID]
my last 3 brain cells watching me make a bad decision
Something we recently pieced together is that for our longer switches, we often lose our identities during the switch. Especially for our median headmates – when we're not quite the person we were before, but not yet fully the person who's switching in, it can cause some confusion, and due to being in this in-between state of change, we don't have a concrete sense of who we are (like if you were a color gradient going from blue to red – every shade of purple would be you going, "Who am I??" until you're solely and confidently red). Thus, any singular identity is lost while we switch, and for a time we operate as some blurred amalgamation of the members who are switching. It's a bit of a strange thing to think about, and an even stranger thing to experience. Though now that we think about it, it's probably something we've seen other systems talk about – it's just that most talk about switching focuses on either the circumstances or the dissociation, and not the actual switch in identity.
i hope the other telescopes and space probes aren’t feeling too jealous of all the attention james webb is getting from nasa lately
Reminds me of when NASA had to purposely crash the Cassini probe and her scientists started crying when she broke apart.
Trust me, Hubble still gets lots of love. Astronomers get very attached to their instruments.
For context, Cassini was sent to study Saturn, but they were worried about her contaminating it’s moons once her battery died, so they sent her into Saturn’s atmosphere so she could lay forever with her planet.
NASA cares so much about their instruments. They nickname their rovers and give them family portraits. They taught them how to sing Happy Birthday. When an instrument goes down, they cry. They filled the Voyagers with tons of remnants of our home even though we’ll never see them again. They gave all of them names. Our robots know so much love and gratitude and they’ll never know loneliness.
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“good dog” ?, uh i think you mean great dog. thanks.
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Finding my inner peace.
Just had to take a picture of this little guy and its big friend. One of the cutest things I saw in Venice.
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A girl’s natural habitat is in a bed with many blankets and pillows and it’s inhumane to remove her from her natural habitat
hope is a skill
hope is a weapon you are trained to wield
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