cathryn

the hsts/agp gag under the population age charts is beautifully unhinged

YouTube video by Simon Joyner - Topic The Only Living Boy In Omaha

but if everything rolls around again /
does that mean we are free? / if everything rolls around again / does that mean we don't have to follow the grail / we can go ahead and swallow our tails / and then just wait and see?

what if these are some of the darkest days? i dare to believe that. the future hasn't been written yet.

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dangerous, and it can also lead to so much hurt and confusion. actual understanding between two people can be a kind of miracle

The original Far Side Cow Tools Cartoon by Gary Larson. A cow stands on its hind legs behind a table, staring blankly at the viewer from behind its heavy brow ridge. On the table are four crudely made tools: a lump, a lump with an offset crooked handle, a long stick with hooked prongs at the end, and a crude handsaw with irregular teeth. In the background a barn sits on a hill. Caption reads, "Cow tools."

43 years ago today, readers the world over opened their newspapers and gazed upon cow tools for the first time. happy birthday cow tools. you look great.

A chair in a corner. A dark mass of darkness ominously looks in its seat.

Mariners

pain

Mariners baseball. / Baseball des marins.

i assume it is redevelopment / infill dev funded by investors bc all of that in the last thirty years as been really samey. a similar reason all of the new suburbs look the same

a holographic sticker of a colored pencil drawing of the poet richard brautigan - big hat, long brown hair, glasses, moustache, scarf, vest, shirt, and overcoat - with a quote of his written below: "one day time will die and love will bury it". the sticker is posed in front of a jade plant. a few spider plant leaves cross the foreground.

richard brautigan

No Trump no wall no USA at all

Moreover, ICE must be destroyed

all art is our birthright as living beings

you have to have a certain constitution to survive any emotional investment in them

i think that's one of the kinds of long covid tbh. overwhelming despair and anxiety about the health outcomes of covid seem to be literally predictable actual symptoms of post-acute covid, and i think this is common across those of us with bipolar and related disorders. it is an evil disease

Protester Accuses Former KOMO Reporter Jonathan Choe of Assault After the Protester Filed for an Order of Protection, Choe Posted Their Workplace Online

this guy? www.thestranger.com/news/2023/11...

How embarrassing to work for the organized kidnapping ring known as "ICE." Rolling out of bed every day to be a brainless goon. You are lower than a worm to me

abstractly, suffering contrasts joy; it's an inevitable consequence of attachment. it can't be eliminated, but a healthy world could better metabolize, mitigate, and minimize it. what we have instead is like a metastatic cancer of suffering mostly suitable for/serving the needs of abusers

a pair of fastigiate trees and a few others silhouetted against a dim sunset sky, peach-toned brush-strokes of clouds against a gradient which moves from deep indigo to pale blue across most of the frame and then sharply to a greenish yellow closer to the horizon. a few dark puffy clouds sit just behind the tree line on the left.

maple leaves and branches - only visible as silhouette - block most of a profoundly colorful sunset sky: streaks of blue and indigo and peach, the latter burning to a strong, fiery orange. a hint of yellow green toward the horizon.

a wide scene, mostly sky and its reflection in a still pond. a line of trees forms the horizon, also reflected. rotated on its side it is a rorschach test of some kind, pleasingly symmetrical. the sky and its reflection are a gradient that moves from pale yellow with green surrounding it near the horizon to a sky blue to a deeper purply blue. peach toned clouds streak diagonally from top left to middle right, and, in reflection, from bottom left.

sunset at the pond

Screenshot from Snoopy's wikipedia page showing his first comic appearance in Peanuts on October 4th, 1950

today is Snoopy's 75th anniversary 🥲

i don't like it. i think its use almost always makes the world worse. but i don't consider it an acceptable target for abuse. if you can draw that line, you can move it. "fix your hearts or die" isn't just about loving trans people, it is about loving yourself enough to not be cruel or abusive.

AI isn't consuming fresh cold water or driving up your energy bill. it isn't attacking your job or ostensibly replacing it. capitalists who seek to scale it and use it are doing that.

it's not defending AI or suggesting it is sentient or human or that it feels. it is imploring you to look inward and understand what it does to your own self when you reenact the rituals of bigotry simply because the target is acceptable

And I would go as far to say that that should extend to all sentient beings and that sentient beings should be extended to Buddhist epistemological levels

So I think it’s a good time to just say that all great apes deserve personhood as an insufficient start.

may all sentient beings be at peace om mani padme hum om mani padme hum om mani padme hum om mani padme hum 🐀 唵嘛呢叭咪吽🐂 唵嘛呢叭咪吽🐅 唵嘛呢叭咪吽🐇 唵嘛呢叭咪吽🐉 唵嘛呢叭咪吽🐍 唵嘛呢叭咪吽🐎 唵嘛呢叭咪吽🐑 唵嘛呢叭咪吽 🐒 🐈 唵嘛呢叭咪吽👻唵嘛呢叭咪吽 😈唵嘛呢叭咪吽 🌍 唵嘛呢叭咪吽🌎 唵嘛呢叭咪吽🌏 唵嘛呢叭咪吽 唵嘛呢叭咪吽ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྃ་| ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྃ་| ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྃ་| ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྃ་| ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྃ་|

people should be safe in churches and schools and grocery stores and bars. they should be safe where they live and where they work and where they learn and where they worship. our society is sick; it is death-loving and death-dealing. god help us. help us turn from our evil ways and live

good cluck, chickens!

The updated COVID/histamine link thread because people keep tagging me in to explain it and I keep intending to update the post from 2023 (synecdochic.dreamwidth.org/805203.html) and just not having the capacity because of my own health shit so here is a thread I can pin

The Lost Children for the victims of every school shooting There's no more laughter in the museums. And that's just the beginning: There's no one beautifully out of tune in the church choir, no one spinning on the thing that spins in the park. See? It doesn't even have a name, because children have to name a thing like that. No one breathes on the window of a school the week before winter break, writing her name in the mist. What's a school now anyway? A place to keep the dead. That's all. History knows that. It stands a mother before a ditch and it hands her her child, and she has three seconds, three seconds to say to him all she would have said in their life. Everyone knows when the gun-hunger comes the children go first, as saplings bow to the first snows of winter, and silence did this. We did this. We're winter. Come, let's walk awhile through the ruins. You can still hear their voices, in the coldness: there, in the places they hid in—a safe-room, a dark barn, a cellar, a closet at the back of a classroom— wondering what sound that is, what power, wondering where all the grown-ups are. —Joseph Fasano

They deserve better.