A long dream.

sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me

holy shit is that kate bush

@sparrowposting

guy who gets a pepsi from the break room vending machine every day after his work shift & amiably says “gotta have a pepsi!” while grinning & passing it back & forth between his hands but one day the pepsi is sold out & he leaves the building robotically with a completely flat expression & isn’t seen at work again

[ID from Alt: A digital painting of a long legged unicorn in somewhat altered trans flag colors, a warm purpleish blue, pale ivory, and pink. It has a white rump with pink spots, and a blue body with white on its legs and face. It has a pink mane and tail tuft, and a long horn that mirrors the stripes of the trans flag. Above and blow the horn, in pink and blue, it reads "I'm Alive", a reference to the song "The Last Unicorn" by America. End ID]

on my "don't walk to metlife" post I kept seeing people say that drivers would "bergentruck" pedestrians on the turnpike and it turns out that that's a reference to an Undertale meme where a character purposefully runs over people, but the portion of the jersey turnpike that goes to metlife is bergen county, and I had just instantly accepted that there was a term specifically referring to jersey drivers from there. I didn't even question it. Neither would you, if you had ever driven there.

I saw a wojak in my dream last night

i literally love saying "ON IT BOSS!!!!!" whenever someone asks me to do something like i'm some sort of henchman. it doesn't matter if they're my boss or not for real even because in the moment they are, and whatever they requested of me i'm on it

i'm co-writing a paper on "cell theopoetics" with my biosemiologist brother. thinking of the holiness of chemistry reactions, not only in the dish but in the body of the chemist. of god couched in laboratories. of co-becoming, theopoetic and leaky, within experimentation

This contribution is a conversation, ongoing and consuming, between two siblings. The first, Samantha ****, is a PhD candidate in theopoetics (or, theology through the vein of poetics), researching co-becoming in religion. Co-becoming is the theopoetic notion of touching and being touched, of reciprocity, of the lyrical leaking of things. The second presenter, Jack ******, is a senior research associate in Cambridge, MA, developing assays that can assess how proteases engineered to cleave IgE (the human antibody responsible for allergies) can be evaluated. Cleaving is the biochemical recognition that un-clings antibodies, rendering them impotent, or relatively impotent. Cleaving and co-becoming, this conversation thinks, are related terms: to cleave is to touch, to be touched in return. It is the un-gooeying of bodies that, in turn, renders bodies gooey together. “In your experiments, are you left unchanged,” theopoetics questions biochemistry. Biochemistry responds, not listlessly: “never.” This conversation notes the irony that, in cleaving cells, the body responsible for cleaving is brought closer to them; the biochemist is never not created new in the creation of chemical recognitions. This is cell theopoetics, the catholic (lowercase c) and unconventional theory wherein treatment of cells represents a religiosity of the one enacting the treatment. The laboratory comes to include, in this, the very body of the chemist.