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Fwiw: as the mom of two enby, neurodivergent kids, I use the terms “raised female/male” — that’s a more precise term for the the factor this study and others like it are analyzing.

Sex bias in autism drops as age at diagnosis rises The disparity begins to level out after age 10, raising questions about why so many autistic girls go undiagnosed earlier in childhood.

“it’s possible that girls can mask social traits of autism in early life, making it less likely that they will receive a diagnosis, but this becomes harder when they face more complex scenarios as teenagers.” www.thetransmitter.org/spectrum/sex...

Is it more important to talk about the dangerous, child-endangering update to CDC’s website than “those files” one more time? Of course it is. AND ALSO: that timing is not a coincidence. …ironic given the spurious nature of the CDC update?

Unlimited breadsticks and pasta salad with any entree.

A photo of a few bars of sheet music for a soprano singer that includes a reference to what the orchestra is playing the measure before their entrance. In this case, it is 4 notes written for an oboe. However, because of the age of the score, the notation says “hautbois”. Which is pronounced like “hot bra” with a W for the R, but looks like “hot boys”. Also, it recommends a cadence of 69. Nice.

I know that “hautbois” is Duruflé’s archaic reference to “oboe” and is literally translated to “high trees”, but it always makes me giggle. #nice

Conflicting feelings this morning as I’m on my way to sing a song I’ve longed to perform since I’ve more or less ever heard it, but also by its nature, I’m singing it at a funeral. Trying to transmute the excitement into uplifting energy for the attendees. #faure #piejesu #iykyk #yk

Apologies for the alt-texters. That’s a grey heron. Not a crane.

A tiled terrace in an park with a small(ish) grey crane (the bird kind) standing between an electric bike and a stone bench. Behind them is a border of wildflowers, several variety of trees and the tops of row houses from across the street.

I love my city.

A street in Paris, France with a series of connected buildings of 7 floors. They have nearly identical architecture despite being at least 4 separate buildings. All are a light beige sandstone with iron accents. The top two floors are a grey slate - because some king said buildings could only be so many floors so folks just made the roofs into floors.

A view down a curved street in Madrid. The street is lined with several connected buildings of 3 or 4 stories. While they almost all have French balconies facing the street, the surrounding architecture is very diverse. Sandstone, red brick, brown plaster. Some with decorative stone work, some completely flat. Different roof styles, etc.

I feel a bit less like a loon for squealing constantly at how adorably *French* the french balconies in are in Paris. It was like seeing cows on a road trip. Fast forward 6 weeks, and while the same balconies fit perfectly on this street Madrid, there is nothing “French” about them now.

When to Use “Inquire” vs. “Enquire” For the most part, you can use either enquire or inquire and not make a…

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Is wearing a sweater of hand dyed yarn in the most popular/recognizable pattern to a yarn store the equivalent of wearing the band’s tshirt to the concert? Or would it need to be a pattern or yarn exclusively associated with the store? #inquiringmnds

Heading to Madrid for a rendezvous with the first friend to take one of us up on the “you don’t have to come to Amsterdam to see us. We can hook up to other trips you take to Europe” offer.

Search results in Apple Music where the search query is “Lottie mass “spelled correctly for someone with the intent of looking up music related to a composition by Lottie for the Catholic Church. The search results imply the search engine assumed the querent was after songs with “Lotta Ass” in their title. Not a motet to be found.

This is what comes from machine learning and “intuitive” search results.

We don’t…. We don’t *really* think that whatever comes of Epstein is going to make a difference, right?

Because of *course* he did.

A 48 year old midwestern American woman sitting at a table outside a cafe in Paris with a latte and a pain au chocolat. She is smiling, and if you zoom in close enough you can see the feels about to spill over the rim of her eyes.

I made it.

No spear-throwing centaurs allowed.

A public transportation shelter that is normally a neutral steel-like color has been wrapped in red vinyl to draw further attention to the advertising for Nintendo’s new Donkey Kong game. It is on a city street in Amsterdam.

I don’t often post about “out of home” advertising, but when I do, it’s because they (flawlessly!) wrapped the whole tram shelter in the brand’s signature red color. Idk how standardized this shape is, but dang, Nintendo. You went hard.

Plus, everyone who knows anything knows that tumblr is our digital asylum. Especially in the “private room by the sea side where you just drink your tonics and get pushed around a garden until you feel like going home,” way.

Just a reminder: There has never been, nor will there ever be, an LGB community without the TQ+ community.

We are fighting for liberation for everyone and our community will not be divided. Join the fight to protect LGBTQ+ rights: hrc.im/InYourArea

Google search results for “severe headache that lasts for fucking days”. While there are no AI-generated results, the results are almost exclusively related to headaches and sexual activity. But also, the “people also ask” section is aligned with the OG query (without the curse words)

“Put a curse word in your search query,” they say.

“It’ll keep the AI result away,” they say.

Yes, and….

that’d be a US expat. Sorry for the presumptuous US-centric world view. Sometimes it leaks out.

A screen grab of the table of contents for a user manual for a Fridge-Freezer. It lists the starting pages for 4 languages: German, French, Italian, Dutch. “Fridge freezer” is the only thing written in English.

Living as an expat in post-brexit EU be like:

Every time I’m at the rijksmuseum I notice something new. Today it’s the murals above the alcoves in the “Great Works” gallery. Each one celebrates an artistic skill, complete with a muse.

Every time I’m at the rijksmuseum I notice something new. Today it’s the murals above the alcoves in the “Great Works” gallery. Each one celebrates an artistic skill, complete with a muse.

The audiobook versions of the murderbot diaries have become my go-to “comfort media”, which is delicious in a very meta way … or would be if I wasn’t in need of comfort media so often.

Love them. Can’t get enough of them. 🙄

It’s me. In an elevator mirror taking an #ootd selfie like it’s 2008

Two years as an US expat in Amsterdam and I’ve apparently given over to “more patterns == winning”, “always wear a trench coat unless it’s already 25 outside” and “blavy doesn’t count if one of them is shoes”.

My child just referred to me as his “spawn point”.

I do this every year. And also, it’s 10pm and the summer solstice is still a good 20ish days away. How is it still this bright outside?!

A screen grab of a portion from a google image search for “macrame vine bracelet”

Heads up, chat — new crafting rabbit hole just dropped. #micromacrame