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For anybody not caught up: Tennessee just passed a new map that pretty much makes it so black neighborhoods have no power in local votes. Two things about this. While protestors were chanting "No Jim Crow", white Tennessee lawmakers were caught laughing on video. On top of this, Representative Justin Pearson and his brother KeShaun Pearson were arrested for trying to give their takes on the matter (which is not only their legal right but literally his job). If you give a shit about black people, help fight this. We can't allow a return to Jim Crow.

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[witchsistah]

These Midwest Memes Are So Accurate It Hurts 😂 | Happy And Fun

[crazycatsiren]

I think, as a woman of color, I'm always going to have a complicated relationship with Western spirituality.

Even though I call myself a witch and identify as a Pagan.

It's the nature of the beast, I suppose.

[witchsistah]

Same, sis. Same.

[creature-wizard]

Connection is not a feeling.

With some of the responses I've been getting on my post about connecting with nature, I realized I needed to write about this.

Folks have got to understand that connection is not a feeling. "I feel such a deep connection with-" nope, that's not connection you're feeling; that's fascination.

Whether it's nature, or a culture, or anything at all, connection isn't transcendent. It's something you build with actual physical effort. It's a relationship.

Let's say there's a stray cat outside, and I want to have a connection with it. So I go inside my house and meditate on the cat, visualizing myself sending out rays of love to the cat. I look at pictures of cats on the Internet. I collect cat memorabilia and pray to cat goddesses. But when I go outside and try to pet the stray cat, it runs away.

This is because I never built a genuine connection, or relationship, with this cat. I'm a parasocial admirer, at best. To the cat, I'm a weird stranger.

But let's say I put cat food outside, and I stay out there while the cat eats, and slowly get closer to the cat as it becomes more comfortable with my presence. Finally, I give the cat light touches, and it gradually learns that I am safe. And we become friends.

Now I have a connection with the cat, because we have a relationship. I feed the cat, the cat eats my food, and we're in each others' social networks.

"But what if I can't build relationships like this?"

It's okay if this is impossible for you right now. You're not going to be a Bad Pagan or a Bad Witch because you can't do something that is literally impossible at the moment.

But, if a connection is something you want to have, at some point? Get studying. You want a connection with nature at some point? Okay, then start studying ecology. Learn about the rain cycle. Learn about environmental damage. Find materials about the plants and animals in your area.

What about a culture? Okay, go learn about its history, go learn what kinds of problems its people are currently facing, and work on perceiving them as real, complex people instead of whatever stereotype you have in your mind right now.

And above all, remember: that's not a mystical connection you're feeling, that's fascination.

[buriedpentacles]

"I can't connect to nature because I live in a city" Incorrect.

"I can't connect to nature because I can't travel" Nuh-uh.

"I can't connect to nature because I-" Wrong.

Anyone can connect to nature. Please, remove the mindset that nature is something *out there*. Nature is all around you.

The dandelions peeking through pavement cracks, the birds you don't notice on your windowsill, the brambles in the alleys, the storms and sunshine.

All of this is nature. You are surrounded by it. Notice it, learn about it. Write down when you notice the days getting longer, when more butterflies appear and when ripen blackberries ripen. Connect to the nature that lives outside your window, just past the boundary of your front door.

Watch nature documentaries, build a small windowsill garden, let the spider in your room corner stay for a while.

Connection is not determined by proximity, but by effort.

[profeminist]

“I always remember having this fight with a random dude who claimed that ‘straight white men’ were the only true innovators. His prime example for this was the computer… the computer… THE COMPUTER!!! THE COM-PU-TER!!!

Alan Turing - Gay man and ‘father of computing’ Wren operating Bombe - The code cracking computers of the 2nd world war were entirely run by women Katherine Johnson - African American NASA mathematician and ‘Human computer’ Ada Lovelace - arguably the 1st computer programmer”

- Sacha Coward

Also Margaret Hamilton - NASA computer scientist who put the first man on the moon - an as-yet-unmatched feet of software engineering, here pictured beside the full source of that computer programme. #myhero

Grace Hopper - the woman that coined the term “bug”  

- @robinlayfield

[villanellethepoetic-deactivated]

Grace Hopper did more than coin the term “bug”. She invented the first program linker in the early 1950s, for the UNIVAC I. A program linker translates instructions from one language to another (for example, numerical codes that represent instructions translated to machine code that computers can read), which is the very foundation of how computer’s operate independently. she also pulled a steve rogers and tried to enlist in the military a bunch of times and was denied. then, an exception was made for her when she joined the navy reserves, and she ended up serving for over 40 years (half of which was active duty). she retired from the navy Rear Admiral Grace Hopper. she was born in NYC in 1906. Grace Hopper was a fucking badass.

also computing was typically a job for women (many of whom were black women that made incredible contributions) back in the day, so it’s absolutely fucking wild that straight white men think they are the foundation of computer innovation. men PUSHED women out and took the credit.

[that-feral-montanan]

Reblogging to do what the failed education system never did.

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Reblogging to do

what the failed education

system never did.

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

[hairy-dykes-r-us]

Adding Wendy Carlos to the list! Trans icon and pioneer of synthesized music!!

[foone]

Also, just about every computerized device outside of desktops is running ARM chips now. Your phone, your keyboard, your car, your watch. Basically everything.

And ARM was primarily designed by Sophie Wilson, a trans woman.

[pulpchamber]

Also gotta throw on Lynn Conway, whose work brought about VSLI [Very Large Scale Integration] in chip design in the early 80s. Basically all modern microelectronics depends on Conway’s work, which got logic gates on a single chip up from thousands to millions.

BTW all of this was after IBM fired her in 68 for disclosing she wanted to transition. They apologized in 2020.

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Why St. Christopher Got Fired (And Reassigned to Limbo with a Goat Pension)

With over 500 years of combined Catholic education, our family became familiar with hundreds of saints. But by far, St. Christopher — the patron saint of travelers — was our favorite.

His medal was firmly clipped to the visor in our 1963 Volkswagen bus, guarding our chaos-filled family road trips. We survived countless outings with no seat belts, no baby seats, and dashboard knobs that looked like medieval weapons.

Infants laid across seats, kids leaned out windows pumping their arms at semis, hoping for a honk. Our only real “safety system”? A parent’s right arm flinging across the front passenger seat during a sudden stop.

🚐 Divine Road Trips and VW Chaos

We thank St. Christopher for helping us make it to A&W Root Beer every Friday night. Dad would pile us in, along with a few neighbor kids, and off we’d go — standing on the seat, heads poking out of the fold-back canvas top, giggling like maniacs.

One sharp turn? One quick stop? Let’s just say, if Dad made those same trips today, he’d be facing 10 to 20 years… with no chance of parole.

🙏 Who Was St. Christopher?

If you’re not familiar with the man, Christopher was a tall, strong, good-hearted giant who famously carried travelers (including, allegedly, baby Jesus) across raging rivers.

For nearly 2,000 years, he was the go-to saint for anyone hitting the road, the sea, or the sky. Pilgrims, sailors, truckers, and your Aunt Marge heading to Atlantic City — all prayed to St. Chris.

But then came 1969.

🧾 The Holy HR Department Breaks the News

That’s when the Heavenly HR Department dropped a bombshell: St. Christopher was let go.

🗂️ The Exit Interview

The meeting was brief — just Jesus, St. Peter (VP of Operations), and Christopher.

Jesus: “Chris, buddy. You’ve done great work. Really. For 20 centuries you’ve had an impeccable record. Zero accidents during donkey rides in the Judean hills? Impressive.”

St. Peter: “But… with seat belts, airbags, and GPS, your division is, well… obsolete.”

Jesus: “Thanks for your loyal service, but we’re downsizing. No more feast days. No more dashboard gigs. And we need your desk cleared by Pentecost.”

Christopher: “Wait, what?! You’re firing me?”

Jesus: “Not firing. Just… reassigning you to Limbo. Think of it as a peaceful cul-de-sac in the afterlife. Great schools, low taxes.”

St. Peter: “And we’ll continue your pension — two oxen and a goat per month. But you’ll need to sign this NDA. We can’t have the other saints knowing. Morale’s already low since we made St. Valentine cover HR.”

📜 The Official Reason? “Lack of Evidence”

According to Vatican records, Christopher was removed due to “lack of historical evidence.” Seriously? After 20 centuries of divine service?

Turns out, he’d already been quietly phased out. His last known miracle? Helping a honeymoon couple in a ’68 Ford Pinto avoid a possum in rural West Virginia.

🛰️ Why Pray When You’ve Got Waze?

It’s tough to compete with modern tech. Today, we’ve got GPS, lane assist, emergency braking, and Siri — who’ll gladly reroute you away from rivers or possums.

Even your dashboard has better spiritual protection than poor St. Chris ever had.

🐿️ And What About St. Francis?

Christopher had one final question during the meeting:

Chris: “Why me? I’ve been around longer than Frank of Assisi! That guy just talks to squirrels.”

St. Peter: “Francis is booming. We’re onboarding millions of animals a day — rescues, pets, endangered species. Nobody else wants that department. It smells like wet fur and despair.”

Jesus: “Honestly, we’d love to fire him. But he keeps bringing stray cats to meetings.”

🏖️ Retirement in Limbo

So where is St. Christopher now?

He signed the NDA and moved quietly to Limbo. These days, he:

Plays celestial pickleball

Leads ghost tours of old highway rest stops

Occasionally haunts glove compartments in vintage Winnebagos

If you spot a St. Christopher medal on someone’s dashboard, now you know: It’s a relic from a time when divine roadside assistance meant more than flashing hazard lights and Bluetooth.

But hey — if your GPS ever leads you into a river, you might still want to whisper a little prayer to Chris. Just in case.

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#StChristopher #CatholicHumor #FamilyRoadTrips #FaithAndFunny #SaintsAndStories #YouCantMakeThisStuffUp

Source: Why St. Christopher Got Fired (And Reassigned to Limbo with a Goat Pension)

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[witchescollection]

a reminder that you don’t need to be perfect to be a witch.

you don’t need a full altar. you don’t need to do daily rituals. you don’t need to have memorised correspondences, or even fully know what path you’re walking yet. witchcraft is not about productivity. it’s not a race to be powerful. it’s not about who knows the most, or whose practice is the most aesthetic.

your magic is valid if it’s small. your practice is valid if it’s quiet. you are valid if you’re still figuring it out.

[ozymandien]

chef with a silver earring

[buriedpentacles]

When I say "connect with nature" I don't just mean the aesthetic forests with deer and beautiful flowers.

I mean the weeds growing through concrete, the fungus that grows on the rotten shed, the nettles that always seem to return and the scary, spindly cellar spider in the corner of the bathroom.

Nature is not always pretty or magical - the pigeons and seagulls you swat at are nature too, the wasps and flies that hover by your meals are animals too, store-bought strawberries and the leaves that fall from your neighbour's tree are not all that different from the Giant Sequoias and it's seeds.

If you want to connect and understand nature, I mean *really* connect to it, in it's entirety, you have to seek out and learn about the ugly, scary and mundane things as well. You don't have to like it, just don't forget that it's there.