I’m gonna be the most beautiful, shiniest, most useful cog anyone has ever seen
our career, our life; at moments it gives us joy
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Sade Olutola
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
we're not kids anymore.

izzy's playlists!

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Acquired Stardust
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@templatelord
I’m gonna be the most beautiful, shiniest, most useful cog anyone has ever seen
our career, our life; at moments it gives us joy
Of all the Starfleet officers who visited Risa on screen, only one had a good time
woodpeckers
neighbors took out a big tree from their backyard and we've been seeing a pair of small woodpeckers at our hummingbird feeder -- perhaps not a coincidence! for them it's a 2-course meal of sugar water and the tiny ants that make the long journey up the trellis to the feeder
we just ignore everyone else and look at every piece carefully until we run out of time
Julian hanging out
more like "Dr. Bashir making a bad call by mixing his personal feelings with his practice"
funny how "unrelenting" and "relentless" are the same word
yaldabaothadeez said: Unrelentless. Relentful.
having an absolutely relentful evening
I relented yesterday, I am relenting today, and I plan to relent tomorrow.
I'm quite stoppable I'm a Porsche with good brakes I'm convincible Yeah I lose every single game
we couldn't figure out the lyrics to that song for a long time -- sounded like "i'm gonna stop the boat," which was too far removed from the actual line for web search to help
today: Don't Wanna
this unit is weak. it doesn't Want To today: work, think, do
candlelight vigil for luca @garaks-padded-bra he got deactivated for no damn reason
WE MISS YOU KING
GARAKS-PADDED-BRA???????
wtf
Oh, I remember that morning. It snowed during the night and we had to dig our way out of the cabin.
THE WOMEN 1939, dir. George Cukor
looks like an excellent billiard
New Bird Poster! It's got 37 hand painted birdies of Eastern Canada at half their true size, based on photos I've taken myself. Bird names in Latin, English, and French.
Link to my store here!
Onions
by William Matthews
How easily happiness begins by dicing onions. A lump of sweet butter slithers and swirls across the floor of the sauté pan, especially if its errant path crosses a tiny slick of olive oil. Then a tumble of onions.
This could mean soup or risotto or chutney (from the Sanskrit chatni, to lick). Slowly the onions go limp and then nacreous and then what cookbooks call clear, though if they were eyes you could see
clearly the cataracts in them. It’s true it can make you weep to peel them, to unfurl and to tease from the taut ball first the brittle, caramel-colored and decrepit papery outside layer, the least
recent the reticent onion wrapped around its growing body, for there’s nothing to an onion but skin, and it’s true you can go on weeping as you go on in, through the moist middle skins, the sweetest
and thickest, and you can go on in to the core, to the bud-like, acrid, fibrous skins densely clustered there, stalky and in- complete, and these are the most pungent, like the nuggets of nightmare
and rage and murmury animal comfort that infant humans secrete. This is the best domestic perfume. You sit down to eat with a rumor of onions still on your twice-washed hands and lift to your mouth a hint
of a story about loam and usual endurance. It’s there when you clean up and rinse the wine glasses and make a joke, and you leave the minutest whiff of it on the light switch, later, when you climb the stairs.
“oh no she’s into chap hop”
mums are cringe. this is within expected behaviour. it’s in the job description.
I'm a music history nerd.
I'm into every style of music. My playlist is a nightmare, ask anyone who's been in a car with me. Could be electropop, could be opera, could be math rock, could be rap, could be rocksteady, could be doo-wop, could be doom metal, could be folk, could be hip hop, etc. Etc.
Hitting shuffle in my car is always a good time.
I've never quite followed the thread of anyone finding a style of music cringe, tbh.
I like to be cringe in other ways :)
I forgot to mention my playlist of gregorian chants titled 'Groovy Sex Jams'. Absolutely vital.
every day i am grateful for the decision i made to follow @pride-knightess
@pride-knightess put them in their correct liturgical order; excellent!!!
Peeling off the broken breastplate of a stoic knight who only fights and never speaks, just to realize there’s nothing in there. Not metaphorically—the armor is literally empty. It doesn’t appear to affect him. If the armor stays mostly in the shape of a knight, he just gets back up to keep fighting. But with the chest plate off he just sits there, equally impervious to curiosity as I reach up into the cavity where his body might’ve gone. Stubbornly, no answers are found anywhere in there.
So I forge him a new breastplate and on the inside, because I know he has plenty of room, I put a little pocket. Not big enough to hold anything functional of course. Just a little extra piece to see what he’ll do with it.
My birthday's coming up, if people want to give me something really nice, they can tell me what tarot cards map to the characters in my novel
Not really a tarot guy, but…
Elsevier: the Magician
Julia: the High Priestess
Elestrine: The Chariot
Charles: Strength
Lester: The Hanged Man
I agree that Elsevier is the Magician and Lester the Hanged Man, but I don't know about the others
we might suggest Elestrine as the Queen of Swords, referring to Crowley's "Book of Thoth" description: "In her right hand, she bears a sword; in her left hand, the newly severed head of a bearded man. She is the clear, conscious perception of Idea, the Liberator of the Mind.... If ill-dignified...[s]he will be cruel, sly, deceitful, and unreliable; in this way, very dangerous...."
Charles' personality we might suggest as the Prince of Disks: "great energy brought to bear upon the most solid of practical matters." but the end of the book suggests him as an instigator of the Great Work: what Crowley calls "Art" and others call "Temperance."
(Crowley's court cards are King (fire), Queen (water), Prince (air), and Princess (earth). we read the traditional Tarot binaries as universal forces, like protons and electrons (or electrons and positrons), not as some kind of normative statement about what humans should be.) Julia is the Hermit. Crowley associates the card with Virgo and therefore Persephone. Julia also gets taken from the ordinary world against her will and must follow a being of shadowy intent. the card is also tied to Mercury and thus water, slowly attacking and dissolving -- the activity of a student. academics are Hermits in their studies. in the sense that Julia goes on a transformative journey and must overcome her ignorance of this new world, she is also the Fool, but the same is true of any new PhD candidate (we laugh and cry simultaneously at the memory).
it's easier to map personalities to court cards. Julia, Elsevier, and Lester feel more universal.
Quick what are you doing RIGHT now (besides scrolling Tumblr)
recovering from a wikipedia hole of reading about the W79
Happy demon core day!
From the above wikipedia entry:
On 21 May 1946, with seven colleagues watching, Slotin performed an experiment that involved the creation of one of the first steps of a fission reaction by placing two half-spheres of beryllium (a neutron reflector) around a 3.5-inch-diameter (89 mm) plutonium core. The experiment used the same 6.2-kilogram (13.7 lb) plutonium core that had irradiated Daghlian, later called the "demon core" for its role in the two accidents. Slotin grasped the upper 228.6 mm (9-inch) beryllium hemisphere[17] with his left hand through a thumb hole at the top while he maintained the separation of the half-spheres using the blade of a screwdriver with his right hand, having removed the shims normally used. Using a screwdriver was not a normal part of the experimental protocol.[2][13]
At 3:20 p.m., the screwdriver slipped and the upper beryllium hemisphere fell, causing a "prompt critical" reaction and a burst of hard radiation.[9] At the time, the scientists in the room observed the blue glow of air ionization and felt a heat wave. Slotin experienced a sour taste in his mouth and an intense burning sensation in his left hand. He jerked his left hand upward, lifting the upper beryllium hemisphere, and dropped it to the floor, ending the reaction. He had already been exposed to a lethal dose of neutron radiation.[2] At the time of the accident, dosimetry badges were in a locked box about 100 feet (30 m) from where the reaction occurred. Realizing that no one in the room had their film badges on, "immediately after the accident Dr. Slotin asked Dr. Raemer E. Schreiber to have the badges taken from the lead box and placed on the critical assembly".[17] This peculiar response was of no value for determining the actual doses received by the men in the room and put Schreiber at "great personal risk" of additional exposure. A report later concluded that a heavy dose of radiation may produce vertigo and can leave a person "in no condition for rational behavior."[17] As soon as Slotin left the building he vomited, a common reaction from exposure to extremely intense ionizing radiation. Slotin's colleagues rushed him to the hospital, but the radiation damage was irreversible.[2]
the National Museum of Nuclear Science and History in Albuquerque displays the mechanical parts of an example Godiva device -- it's a silly lever thingie that requires human effort to hold down and goes back up to a safe state when you let go, but it could have saved two lives if they had bothered to stop and think about how "fucking around with a screwdriver" could have gone wrong
Also: "At the time of the accident, dosimetry badges were in a locked box about 100 feet (30 m) from where the reaction occurred" -- they KNEW they were fucking around
Happy demon core day!
From the above wikipedia entry:
On 21 May 1946, with seven colleagues watching, Slotin performed an experiment that involved the creation of one of the first steps of a fission reaction by placing two half-spheres of beryllium (a neutron reflector) around a 3.5-inch-diameter (89 mm) plutonium core. The experiment used the same 6.2-kilogram (13.7 lb) plutonium core that had irradiated Daghlian, later called the "demon core" for its role in the two accidents. Slotin grasped the upper 228.6 mm (9-inch) beryllium hemisphere[17] with his left hand through a thumb hole at the top while he maintained the separation of the half-spheres using the blade of a screwdriver with his right hand, having removed the shims normally used. Using a screwdriver was not a normal part of the experimental protocol.[2][13]
At 3:20 p.m., the screwdriver slipped and the upper beryllium hemisphere fell, causing a "prompt critical" reaction and a burst of hard radiation.[9] At the time, the scientists in the room observed the blue glow of air ionization and felt a heat wave. Slotin experienced a sour taste in his mouth and an intense burning sensation in his left hand. He jerked his left hand upward, lifting the upper beryllium hemisphere, and dropped it to the floor, ending the reaction. He had already been exposed to a lethal dose of neutron radiation.[2] At the time of the accident, dosimetry badges were in a locked box about 100 feet (30 m) from where the reaction occurred. Realizing that no one in the room had their film badges on, "immediately after the accident Dr. Slotin asked Dr. Raemer E. Schreiber to have the badges taken from the lead box and placed on the critical assembly".[17] This peculiar response was of no value for determining the actual doses received by the men in the room and put Schreiber at "great personal risk" of additional exposure. A report later concluded that a heavy dose of radiation may produce vertigo and can leave a person "in no condition for rational behavior."[17] As soon as Slotin left the building he vomited, a common reaction from exposure to extremely intense ionizing radiation. Slotin's colleagues rushed him to the hospital, but the radiation damage was irreversible.[2]
the National Museum of Nuclear Science and History in Albuquerque displays the mechanical parts of an example Godiva device -- it's a silly lever thingie that requires human effort to hold down and goes back up to a safe state when you let go, but it could have saved two lives if they had bothered to stop and think about how "fucking around with a screwdriver" could have gone wrong