I like when construction workers spray paint their strange sigils on the pavement

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

happy pride month to this post specifically

through pottery we domesticated rocks

“but what if you abort the baby who’ll cure cancer?!” sir the baby who will cure cancer is an organic chemistry major who works at a Home Depot because you use AI to go through your resumes

"I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops." - Stephen Jay Gould, The Panda's Thumb: More Reflections in Natural History

one person does not cure cancer. teams of scientists who rely on funding from the government cure cancer. one person's singular novel ingenuity is not what is stopping us from curing cancer; fucking CAPITALISM IS.

even when i am not posting, know that horrible sentences are raging within me

So tired of shallow readings of texts that begin and end with "these two men were gay for each other" ESPECIALLY bc it almost always goes hand in hand with dismissing all female characters out of hand. Yes nick was gay for gatsby but daisy is an extremely important part of novel and gatsby's relationship to her is absolutely vital. Yes goodnight sweet prince is a little fruity but I also care deeply about the tense gender politics of hamlet and ophelia's relationship and her position as a foil to him and also isn't it SO much more interesting if Hamlet really did love her? If he loved her and yet? Like I'm not saying these men aren't gay but it's not worth sacrificing the women of the story

And ALSO this pattern comes with a tendency to oversimplify what makes the m/m relationships compelling in the first place. Nick is obsessed with Gatsby, and enthralled by his life, and his wealth, and horrified by his single-minded obsession, and unable to look away, to stop himself from being complicit. In the depths of his paranoia, Horatio is the only person Hamlet seems to trust implicitly to tell him the truth, and eventually, to retell the truth of his life to others. These are JUICY dynamics and they are not at all served by the impulse to turn a tragedy into a love story with no more substance than "these problems could be solved if they just got gay married"