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About Me
Call me Suns. I'm a 35 Year-Old freelance writer. Minors, do not interact. Recent graduate of a Masters Program. Finally have time for fun again.
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I am a solo practitioner of witchcraft. I identify most as a Geekomancer. I work mostly with The Raven Queen, and Thoth.
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Would you unseal the coffin of the legendary pervert?
I understand now. I get it now. I didn't understand but now I understand. My mind has unfolded the blossom of what I did not know that I did not know.
What do I understand now, you ask? Dirt!
The guy at the center who knows more stuff than I do (I want to say "my supervisor" but we're both volunteers) and I have a theory that digging soil from around healthy mature trees and planting saplings of the same species in a mix containing this healthy soil could help them survive.
So I had gone a ways off the trail in the forest with a trowel and bucket to collect dirt for my saplings. Filled with mature trees, this area was relatively clear of undergrowth, both because of the shade and the thick mulch of fallen leaves that covered the ground.
If you've never walked on a forest floor before, I will tell you what it is like. The ground doesn't feel like the ground in a backyard; it is very light and spongy, closer to a firm foam mattress than a dirt path. It can't be described as hard at all, but it is a bit resistant to a trowel, because it is full of fine, fibrous stuff that can't easily be picked out visually from the rest of the dirt.
I took photos because I knew I would want to show others:
This thick layer of leaves is dry on top, but underneath it is constantly moist. The deeper in the leaf layer, the more decomposed the leaves are, until they are entirely crumbled and it is just soft dark loam.
In the second photo, you see where I've mostly scooped the leaf layer off, showing what the dirt looks like. Forest dirt is so different than suburban backyard dirt that it's ridiculous to call them the same noun.
For one thing, it's absolutely full of thin, delicate roots. It is hard to picture how roots prevent erosion and absorb floodwater until you feel this for yourself—the root system in a forest is so dense and fine it's absorbent, holding water like your hair holds water and stays "wet" after you've showered.
But it's not tree roots alone. Do you see that white fuzz? That's mycelium.
Some of the fungus is probably just helping to decompose the leaves, but forests are also permeated by fungal mycelia that are literally melded to the trees' roots, not only helping the trees take up nutrients but interconnecting them and allowing them to communicate.
A lot of the soft, spongy, finely "fibrous" quality of the forest soil is mycelium. The proof of this, I could see above ground: there were huge mushrooms everywhere. Pink ones, brown ones, different shapes and sizes, I even saw a black mushroom.
Good, healthy soil doesn't just contain organic matter, it is alive. And the difference is so plain to the human senses. Take, for example, the smell: the smell I associate with "dirt," the odor of a newly tilled garden bed in our backyard, has strongly mineral notes, shared with clay in a pottery class or the dust of gravel. This dirt smells different; it smells like a flourishing forest.
I had the theoretical knowledge that the forest was an enormous superorganism. But the process of experiencing and learning about nature gives you these weird moments that feel almost like spiritual revelations, where you understand something of the interconnection of all the things happening around you, the endless Happening of an ecosystem. And I think people need to experience this, how important and miraculous life on Earth really is.
A photo from this article
which shows what the mycelium looks like attached to roots
Hey do you know what rumination is?
Rumination is probably the most common type of OCD compulsion, but I rarely see anyone talking about it. I've talked to multiple people diagnosed with OCD who didn't even recognize it as a compulsion.
Basically, if you have OCD you have terrible intrusive thoughts. They can be about anything, but common themes are fear of being a bad person, fear of hurting someone, fear of contamination. etc.
Rumination is when you get stuck in a spiral. Rumination is when you spend hours catastrophizing, overthinking, analyzing, telling yourself it's going to be okay.
I'll say it again:
Rumination is a compulsion.
Rumination is a compulsion, and that means you have to stop doing it.
I did ERP (exposure response prevention) for my OCD with a therapist! For 9 months! And it did help, but the idea didn't really click until I found this website a couple years later.
And Oh My God. It made things make so much more sense, and I was able to pull myself out of an episode even though I wasn't in therapy or on meds at the time.
Genuinely if you have OCD, or even if you suspect you have OCD, I'm begging you to read some of these articles.
Like this was genuinely life changing for me.
Here are some of the ones that were most helpful to me:
Defining Rumination
How to Stop Ruminating
ERP Exercises for Compulsive Rumination
What to Do When You're Triggered
Just want to add that if you're on the spectrum, you may also experience Autistic Rumination, which is distinct from the obsessive variety, despite the two having some overlapping characteristics!
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I used to do cross country in high school, and there was this guy on the team that was wonderful. Great guy. But his advice to everyone that asked how to get good was to run 20k a day.
If you don't run, I'll just tell you, most people's bodies cannot take that kind of abuse. No matter how much you train, you will not be able to run 20k a day. It's like how you can't train to make your cuts heal faster. You recover as fast as you recover. So while a big part of what made this guy so succesful was the dedication and mental toughness needed to actually run 20k a day, an equally big part was that he healed like fucking Wolverine. And that's fine, but it would've been nice if he knew that and stopped telling new guys to commit suicide by jogging.
Different guy on the team ran like, 5-6k a day, which actually isn't all that much. His problem when he gave advice was that he didn't really get that 5-6k a day doesn't generally produce elite results for most people. He was lucky in the sense that he didn't have to work all that hard to get great results, and unlucky in the sense that if he pushed himself much further than that, he fell apart.
I think about those two whenever I get advice from succesful people. The very things that make them outliers also make their advice useless to most people. Worse, they're often outliers on totally separate ends of the same spectrum, so their advice will be contradictory.
@creamsoda-slut no, this was a thing on our team too. The 20k guy had a cast iron stomach and he loved hotdogs. I eat hotdogs as a like, a nostalgia thing, but he just truly genuinely loved them. So some runs, he'd duck into a gas station and buy some. Pair it with the fact that this guy also had a major league pot belly, and it was a sort of accidental psychological warfare tactic. I'd be running along, panting, sweating, dying of heastroke by the AZ canals, and then Mr. 20k would blitz past, potbelly jutting 3 inches past his nose, a greasy gas station hotdog in both hands, and then he'd yell HEY BABS YER DOINGF FERFIFIC and I'd realize in the kind of sluggish way you realize everything when it's over 100 degrees that he had a third hotdog in his mouth and wasn't even out of breath. And then he'd slap my ass and chortle through his hotdog in this sort of huffy HEUHEUHEUHEUHEU and just rocket over the horizon. It was incredible. Like running with Dionysus.
Another time, we had a girl who wore a tankini on a run to the pool. Some of the other girls were Scandalized, so the coach made a thing about it and she was super embarrassed to be called out and then for the next pool run he showed up in a yellow speedo, gave himself a wedgie up to his nips and just slow jogged in front of the complainers the whole way to the pool. There was nothing they could do. If they tried to go fast, he could just pick up speed indefinitely, he was impossibly fast, and if they went slow, he, he had no issue just taking a mozy with his buns out.
Nobody complained about the tankini after that.
At another race, him and a few other varsity were having a contest to see who could pee up a tree the highest. He won when he ran up to the tree, still pissing, and did a sort of half-backflip that resulted in him falling straight on his head while also whipping piss like 12 feet up the tree. Everyone cheered him on so fucking hard, and he was ecstatic, I distinctly remember doing one of thus chest bump things with him and getting pushed back like 8 feet, but immediately afterwards he had his race and he kept getting lost because it turned out that the whole landing directly on his head thing gave him a concussion. And despite going on like, 3 wrong turns, he still won that race.
I was never friends with him personally, I just kind of watched him in awe from a distance. An incredible human being. One of my favorite people of all time. Only flaw that he had is that he casually would tell new guys to join him for workouts, and then the rest of us poor saps who had actually tried it once would go over and have to tell the new guy to Actually Please Don't Do That.
Dude, that was fucking Wario. You met Wario.
The apple they fed to snow white wasnt poision at all it was just a red delicious
First: This is a satire post and not true.
Second: Even if it was true, we're just gonna gloss over the fact a woman got arrested for "disguising herself as a man" in one of the most transphobic states in the country?
You can never catch me slacking off on my little studies
St Conan's Kirk on the banks of Loch Awe, in Scotland
Yep, I made a frutiger aero soft soap alien… 💧🐠🤍🫧🧼
The cleanomorph
Higgledy-piggledy unparliamentary green parrots quarrel outside in the trees
Squawking out epithets uncomplimentary Squads of unmannerly Oversized peas.
i loved this poem so much that i memorized it and to this day i sometimes mutter it under my breath to keep my welding tempo even
me: yeah, so one of your most famous works is actually just that commission of a woman that you kept. Honestly, it's less of the piece itself that lead to its fame and more the mystery surrounding it, so I was hoping you could clear that up the decayed corpse of Leonardo Da Vinci that I resurrected: Hai detto che hanno chiamato una tartaruga che combatte il crimine con il mio nome?
Hang on let me translate something real quick
Yeah this is funny
