[thephotoregistry]

Iqaluit, Nunavut, 2016

Dave Jordano

[sacred-portal]

[batavias]

crazy to me how there are just some people who don't get into shit randomly. like they stay inside their house at night and don't go scrumping for apples in farmer Pritchard's orchard just so they can say they went "scrumping for apples last night" because that's the technical term and they want to say they've at least scrumped something in this life, only to get lost and end up talking to some sheltering ponies on a ring road, and weirdly mad for hours afterwards that they couldn't find the orchard, and they've never thrown up twelve consecutive times after they hit their head off of a beam in an abandoned Renault service station. Nobody does shit. They don't even put their hands in weird holes in trees to risk bat bites for fear of rabies. it's all gone to hell is what has happened. nobody wants to fucking die during the hangout anymore

[rosieandthemoon]

[travelingcolors-deactivated2020]

Kassala Mosque | Sudan (by Christophe Cerisier)

[garmentpurist-deactivated202603]

Ghana via autotypographics

[juniepops]

if you hired a galapagos finch as a linecook it would perfectly evolve a beak to optimally smoke cigarettes behind the dumpsters

[thewayinwhichyouarenot]

Actually the best way to describe evolution I’ve ever heard. The missing link in science communications: the line cook finch theory.

This is also economics I think? Yeah.

[thewayinwhichyouarenot]

Almost forgot labour, silly me

[juniepops]

if you hired a galapagos finch as a linecook it would perfectly evolve a beak to optimally smoke cigarettes behind the dumpsters

[thewayinwhichyouarenot]

Actually the best way to describe evolution I’ve ever heard. The missing link in science communications: the line cook finch theory.

This is also economics I think? Yeah.

[nemfrog]

Three amigos. The built-upon house. 1929.

Internet Archive

[thewayinwhichyouarenot]

To paint

[winouna]

[portalibis]

HIlma af Klint's Group VI, No, 3. Evolution 1908

[computerdeathdream]

[woedodendron]

Ben Styer, “Melody for Walk to the Reservoir”

[thewayinwhichyouarenot]

Asked Dana how he imagined a scruple, he replied that it would be a small nicely shaped pebble you had to carry around with you, hence why people without scruples do well. Less pebbles to lug about

Anyways turns out he was correct

[thewayinwhichyouarenot]

A scruple is the Latin word for pebble, and the application of this to a scruple which means honesty was the idea of a pebble in your shoe. The pebble pain is a way of describing the pain arising from having a conscience.

So no pain in your shoe, no scruples. Unscrupulous.

A scruple is a unit of measurement, roughly equivalent to a grain of wheat. In order to have scruples, you must have at least two stones in your shoe, roughly equivalent to 40 grains of wheat.

Bring back unscrupulous as an insult because not only are you saying the person does not have moral fibre, but they also have less than 40 grains of wheat (embarrassing)

[thewayinwhichyouarenot]

Asked Dana how he imagined a scruple, he replied that it would be a small nicely shaped pebble you had to carry around with you, hence why people without scruples do well. Less pebbles to lug about

Anyways turns out he was correct

[thewayinwhichyouarenot]

[wumblr]

the student said, "i'm reading a zen buddhist cookbook. with no recipes." and the teacher replied, "ah, dogen's instructions for the cook, written in 1237?" "yeah," said the student, "it's saying not to let rats fall into the rice pot"

[wumblr]

letting rats fall into the rice pot violates the buddhist concept of nonviolence, ahimsa. and this is one of the more dauntingly advanced cookbooks i've ever seen

ingredients: 1 grain of dust.

step 1 turn the Wheel of Reality within the grain of dust

[elodieunderglass]

Oh I see what you mean!

I felt like I was keeping up here:

A rich buttery soup is not better as such than a broth of wild herbs. In handling and preparing wild herbs, do so as you would the ingredients for a rich feast, wholeheartedly, sincerely, clearly.

But then I realise the very next sentence that I’m not even remotely on their level:

When you serve the monastic assembly, they and you should taste only the flavour of the Ocean of Reality , the Ocean of unobscured Awake Awareness, not whether or not the soup is creamy or made only of wild herbs.

There’s a lot I don’t know about soup.