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[sirenofthegreenbanks]

this is from "research as a leisure activity" by celine nguyen, publs. on stubstack in 2024. it's a very good read

[copperbadge]

I met someone when I was pretty young who had received a generous inheritance -- not enough to live a life of luxury, but enough to live on comfortably without working. He had chosen to simply keep going to school his whole life. He did get degrees, but he didn't use them for anything other than pleasure -- he had a Ph.D but also two Master's degrees, three BAs, and was currently serving an apprenticeship in blacksmithing while considering trying out some trade schools next. I thought, if I had the money I'd do that too, and then thought about how I still could learn all the time, it would just have to be a hobby instead of the career he'd made of it. It definitely changed the way I saw both education and leisure.

[outofangband]

Speaking of discarded/dubiously canonical material, Laws and Customs Among the Eldar is a contentious text but I admit I find the lore around Noldorin naming practices to be fascinating

According to the in universe narrator in LaCE, the child is given a name by their father and usually though not always by their mother. As they grow up they also took on one or more chosen names. It was also said that some elven mothers had a sense of foresight, and this was sometimes a component in the mother-names. These names were considered especially powerful and were called essi terencenyë or names of foresight

There was a ceremony dedicated to the chosen names called Essecilmë (name choosing). It was held after the child had developed what was called lámatyávë, meaning “sound taste”, which was defined as individual pleasure in the sounds and forms of words. Elven children were said to develop this at around seven years of age and could then take pleasure in word play and phonetic arts. This itself is such a cool concept to me!

The chosen name was held as extremely important and it was seen as a violation of sorts to use it without permission, especially if you are not close. Names have power and power can be abused.

[kudriaken]

Festival speedpaint study.

[oifaaa]

Guess who found out she still had 3 pieces of sticker paper left and is now making herself a Jason Todd sticker sheet

Thats right it was your mum she asked me to make one for her last night when we were in bed together

[stellernorth]

haiku of despair

[thegimmickblog]

Giant Horseshoe Crab

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Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[the-haiku-bot]

Beep boop! I look for

accidental haiku posts.

Sometimes I mess up.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[himekokosu]

Phalaenopsis

[edmcmayonnaise]

Payneland Pumpkin Fest Day 5: Candy 🍬

[sealsdaily]

Today's Seal Is: Winning The IDGAF War

[bigtittygothmom666]

[allcops]

“The police spend very little of their time dealing with violent criminals—indeed, police sociologists report that only about 10% of the average police officer’s time is devoted to criminal matters of any kind. Most of the remaining 90% is spent dealing with infractions of various administrative codes and regulations: all those rules about how and where one can eat, drink, smoke, sell, sit, walk, and drive. If two people punch each other, or even draw a knife on each other, police are unlikely to get involved. Drive down the street in a car without license plates, on the other hand, and the authorities will show up instantly, threatening all sorts of dire consequences if you don’t do exactly what they tell you. The police, then, are essentially just bureaucrats with weapons. Their main role in society is to bring the threat of physical force—even, death—into situations where it would never have been otherwise invoked, such as the enforcement of civic ordinances about the sale of untaxed cigarettes.”

— An excerpt from Ferguson & the Criminalization of American Life by David Graeber (via actjustly)

[noneedtofearorhope]

since i think many will have had the memory slip with just how many other atrocities have occured in the past 11 years, or are simply too young to remember, the last bit about the sale of untaxed cigarettes isn’t just some hypothetical, it’s a reference to the killing of eric garner

Killing of Eric Garner - Wikipedia

this is the origin of the slogan “i cant breathe”, which was revived in the wake of the killing of george floyd.

[alanshemper]

On this day, 17 July 2014, Eric Garner was murdered by police enforcing a civic ordinance.

[snommelp]

So, I’ve been pulled over a few times in my life. Not many, but a few. And I’ve also been in a couple of cars that got pulled over. And let me tell you, if you were actually doing something wrong, the officer doesn’t make any small talk, just straight into “I clocked you doing 70 in a 55.” The only time I’ve ever gotten the “do you know why I pulled you over?” was the time when I wasn’t doing anything wrong, and I got let go even though he insisted to the end that I was doing 87 in a 70 (white privilege at work).

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” is a trap. It means there’s a good chance the officer doesn’t actually have a good reason to ticket you, and is trying to get you to waive your 5th Amendment rights and incriminate yourself. If you make a guess, that’s a confession of guilt.

But there’s another trap, that I’ve heard of but haven’t yet experienced. It’s “do you know how fast you were going?” With that one, they’re hoping you’ll say no, because then they can name whatever speed they want – you just said you didn’t know how fast you were going, if you deny the speed they name then you’re lying to them.

[themightytej]

Oh, I’ve had that one. Go with “yes.” Don’t give them a number, just say “Yes.” Then they still have to offer a number and you can deny it without contradicting yourself. They could just ask you, at that point, but that’s suspiciously similar to saying they don’t know, and they tend to avoid doing that.

[fattyatomicmutant-deactivated20]

Reblog to save a life

[suspiciouslysharklike-deactivat]

if you scroll past this just because it doesn’t affect you personally, i see you.

[dovewithscales]

Also, you can always go to court and contest a ticket, and a lot of times you’ll win. Or if the cop thinks you’ll win they won’t even show up and you’ll win by default.

They like to target out of state plates because anyone who would be majorly inconvenienced by a court date two months away is a lot more likely to just pay it.

[anarchist-rat-swarm]

Also, if you get the court date changed to a different day of the week, the cop is much less likely to show up. A lot of cops, being the sort of people who are too lazy to get a real job, will try to have all their court dates on one day, so not being on that day means they’re probably not going to make an entire trip to court for just one case.

[frownyalfred]

was anyone gonna tell me that Bruce Wayne met (and impressed) Aphrodite the literal goddess of love or was I supposed to find that out from r/Batman

(Wonder Woman #20)

[irrepressible-domovoy]

Okay, I know what she intended with that and I know Bruce knew, but Aphrodite is a primary war goddess and particularly associated with winning brutally and she did say "whatever you want."

Imagine him and his kids in an unwinnable battle and everybody is just like, "Oh, we are going to die. There's no contingency, no surprise mousekatool, no deus ex machina" and then he calls in a literal deus (dea?) ex machina!

This actual goddess just appears with an army of nymphs armed to the teeth and just cleans house.

One of her epithets is Androphagos, which means man-eater in several different ways. And another is Androphonos, meaning killer of men.

[achilleius]

emotionally cold character: i don’t do relationships

pure cinnamon roll character: *exists*

emotionally cold character: shit

[copperbadge]

An additional perplexity to this moment of local politics high strangeness is that we get notifications of upcoming Community Meetings but they're done in such a bizarrely roundabout fashion that I am considering actually bringing it up to my Alderman at some point.

The meetings are technically not "public" (don't get me started). If you're in the local community and on your Alderman's radar, you get an email about the video meeting which includes an explanation of the meeting, a link to the meeting, and a blurb about who to contact for questions.

The problem is the email isn't...text. There are visibly embedded links, there's formatting, but it's a .jpg image embedded in the body of the email. It's just like...a screengrab. Nothing is clickable. So in order to attend the meeting you have to download the image and enlarge it (the text is very tiny) and then hand-type the URL for the video call into a browser. Which, it's not like that's an hours-long process, but it does seem to be a pretty unnecessary barrier to access.

I suspect it's that the original message is coming from the BACP (Business Affairs and Consumer Protections) office, with an official City of Chicago seal and such, and someone in the Alderman's office is just screenshotting it. But surely you could just copy-paste the text and attach the screenshot of the actual document.

Local politics are wild. My friend A jokingly suggested that I should run for Alderman myself, which led to an extended riff session on what specific bribes I would be most interested in, because it's not IF a Chicago politician is corrupt, it's just HOW.

(I actually really like my Alderman, it's just, the joke is too good not to make.)

[arsnof]

Beware of the Leopard

[copperbadge]

I have been thinking about that scene in Hitchhiker 's Guide to the Galaxy a lot, lately.

For those unfamiliar:

‘But the plans were on display . . .’

‘On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.’

‘That’s the display department.’

‘With a torch.’

‘Ah, well the lights had probably gone.’

‘So had the stairs.’

‘But look, you found the notice, didn’t you?’

‘Yes,’ said Arthur, ‘yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard.’

[blckgirlacid]

I need my weird alone time or I will explode

[stantanly]