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there’s a local guy called the Sidewalk Astronomer who sets up outside the clubs downtown with a giant telescope and lets the drunk people walking by look at the stars. he’s my hero and he let me see the moon and Jupiter today
Absolutely love how emotionally aware my child is for a 4 and a half year old do not however love stubbing my toe on the island for the 100th time today and hearing "hey mama it's okay to cry! It's not okay to throw a fit though, and we hafta re-...we have to reconitize the difference"
When I immediately say "oh no thanks" to a food she offers me she says "oh mommy, chefs try new foods. Can you take one , two, bites for me and if you really don't like it then I won't ask forever again deal?"
like you know what fine sure I'll try your truly heinous concoction because I do in fact hafta respect the deals
I’m reading this book about the changing arctic and the author stayed with the Nunamiut people of inland alaska for a while and talked to this high school kid who was like “ugh I hate going to school in the spring I wish I was hunting caribou” and I thought that was charming. you often hear about people who are devoted to preserving their traditional culture and knowledge but it’s rare to hear about someone who’s invested in the old ways out of pure teenage selfishness. school is lame and hunting caribou is awesome
this is helpful to getting started on anything regardless of what you call it (from this post)
problem solving steps
IMPROVE distress tolerance skill

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Without naming your job, tell me something you say over and over again at work.
"I can note your interest in that feature for future development."
When did you put [object] in [orifice]?
How long has it been since you last used meth?
Are you actually taking your [life saving medication]?
If something hurts during this exam, please tell me and I'll stop and fix it. The only time I wouldn't is if I was actively saving your life, and things have to go really wrong for that to happen during a [pap smear/iud insertion/colposcopy/emb/whatever].
You might feel some really weird pressure, like your abdomen is a purse and I lost my keys in there. That means your baby is almost here.
Please don't pull your catheter out there's a balloon in there.
Thank you for barfing in the trash/your emesis bag.
Push where you feel all that pressure, don't worry about me, that's what the [birthing stool/end of the bed/seat by the tub/pillow I chucked on the floor] is for
[Resets the "days since [Dr emi] was last peed on" sign]
The passage of the seasons - Spring defeating Winter
Inspired by a short story in which Spring is embodied by a bring who faces winter and demands every living thing to awaken and fight to conquer a place on earth
Why is it easier and more comfortable to sit in a position that actively damages my joints than it is to just sit with okay posture. Why does my body crave its own destruction
The Ruin, Anonymous Old English Poem, trans R.M. Liuzza
This is an interesting poem that is thought to describe an observer looking around the Roman ruins in the city of Bath.
Something that’s quite interesting is that the poem - an artifact over 1000 years old - depicts puzzled nostalgia and wonder for even older artifacts, making history seem collapsed and intimate. This strongly influenced Tolkien - and you can pick up some specific places where! (The original Anglo-Saxon narrator states “brosnað enta geweorc,” translated here as “the work of giants is in ruins.” The giants were the Romans; today we spot the word “Ents”, and know what Tolkien was thinking.)
Bath, a prosperous city in the southwest of England, is home to natural hot springs - the only British city with natural ones. Prior to Roman colonisation around AD 60, the city was held by a Celtic tribe who honoured the local goddess Sulis; the Romans, who believed in cultural colonisation, combined her aspects with Minerva to create the hybrid goddess Sulis Minerva. The hot springs were pounced on as an attractive seed for Rome’s famous infrastructure, and the Roman city flourished. As a children’s fantasy novel published in 1906 puts it:
The young man looked astonished for a moment. 'Aquae Solis,' he repeated. 'The best baths in Britain. just as good, I'm told, as Rome. All the old gluttons sit in hot water, and talk scandal and politics. And the Generals come through the streets with their guards behind them; and the magistrates come in their chairs with their stiff guards behind them; and you meet fortune-tellers, and goldsmiths, and merchants, and philosophers, and feather-sellers, and ultra-Roman Britons, and ultra-British Romans, and tame tribesmen pretending to be civilised, and Jew lecturers, and—oh, everybody interesting.”
— Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling
But in 410 AD, only a few hundred years later, Rome withdrew from Britain - and their city fell into ruins, as described in the poem.
Today, the poem itself is in ruins; the work of giants punched through with lacunae. Today, you cannot swim in the Roman Baths - they’re a bloody ancient historical monument, why would you - but you can swim as mystically as you like in the spring next door.
Tonight I am going to wear hermes "un jardin sur le nil" as I eat hazelnut chocolate and buzz my clit into oblivion #goodevening

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When the Tumblrites cry "it's that chocolate guy!" that's Amaury
labyrinth! please zoom in on this or i'll get turned into a goblin
oh also!! happy 40th anniversary to this film because Holy Shit
arranged political marriage narratives are for me similarly fraught to unplanned pregnancy in that they tend to skew towards a conservative, anti-choice sentiment regardless of the author's intentions or ideology, because the end goal is typically the realisation of an apparently empowering and subversive romantic fantasy where the characters involved experience compellingly turbulent and sexually charged conflict between normative expectations and their own desires, but ultimately find themselves fulfilled in and even healed by the acceptance of undeniably important and worthwhile but conventional (and oppressively gendered) roles like that of the loving husband and wife or parental figures. which is a shame because i Do think that there's some interesting and worthwhile commentary to be explored through these kinds of kinky fantasies that reflect the anxieties surrounding very real and enduring sociopolitical issues regarding autonomy and consent, but when that tension is ultimately resolved by settling into a role that's always been what's expected of you, even if it does allow you to manipulate certain social power dynamics in your favour, it just rings kind of hollow. all of which is a very long-winded way of saying that i wish there were more arranged marriage narratives where the participants never fall in love, but still come to care for and respect one another, and perform the marital duties expected of them out of that affection and desire to both help each other advance their sociopolitical countermoves to subvert the status quo and to survive, using the legal and social trappings that come with their marital status to their advantage to protect each other.
like i really Cannot stress enough how imperative it is that they never feel anything like romantic love for one another - nor are they really friends, although they may like each other's company and even actively prefer it to anyone else's. rather their relationship is comparable to that of two people covering each other's backs in a fight, or two prisoners in the same cell, and there's as much of the beauty of human connection to that as there is tragedy that these are the circumstances that brought them together. and they can absolutely have sexual tension and even consummate a sexual relationship and enjoy it, but it will be unavoidably dubiously consensual at best by design. no flinching from it.
new mychart message! aw damn....doc says my reality and existence lab work was wayyy off so she's referring me to an Ontologist
Literally the main civilizational achievement of the Romans is being the first to build what we might consider a State in the Western world. Everything else is just them loving autocracy and slavery and eating endangered species.
It's pretty great that this dude also thinks the Romans all lived in colonnaded temples and not what were essentially 5-over-ones (with strict height limits imposed for safety).
LITERALLY
What we really need to bring back are Roman communal toilets. I think it would fix the loneliness epidemic

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Mammal in a Sunday Dress, by Georgina M. Cox, 2026
Mammal in a Sunday Dress explores the uneasy relationship between femininity, civilisation, and the animal body. At first glance, the figure appears modest and withdrawn. Her posture is composed, her gaze seemingly lowered towards her bare feet, recalling the conventions of nineteenth-century portraiture where women were often depicted as passive objects of observation. Yet as the viewer moves closer, the illusion collapses. Her eyes are not lowered at all. She is looking directly back. The delayed eye contact transforms the encounter. The viewer approaches believing they are safely observing a woman; instead, they realise they have been observed themselves. The work refuses the traditional power dynamic of portraiture, denying the comfort of anonymous spectatorship. Looking becomes a reciprocal act. For Cox, the painting considers humanity's persistent desire to separate itself from the rest of the animal kingdom. The title quietly undermines this distinction. A "mammal" is not another creature—it is us. The Sunday dress, rich with cultural associations of femininity, morality, and respectability, becomes an attempt to distinguish ourselves from nature. Yet clothing cannot alter biology. Beneath lace and ritual remains the same vulnerable animal body. The work also reflects on the historical relationship between women and nature. Across art, religion, and philosophy, women have repeatedly been positioned as closer to instinct, emotion, reproduction, and the body itself, while men have been aligned with reason, culture, and civilisation. Mammal in a Sunday Dress does not reject this comparison. Instead, it questions why proximity to nature has so often been treated as something lesser. Chiaroscuro isolates the figure within darkness, allowing the luminous dress to symbolise the performance of civilisation while the bare feet quietly return the body to the earth. Neither is presented as more truthful than the other. The painting exists in the tension between performance and instinct, refinement and biology. Mammal in a Sunday Dress ultimately asks a simple but unsettling question: if every layer of culture were stripped away, what would remain? Not a king. Not a saint. Not a gentleman or a lady. Only another mammal, looking back.
source (artist's blog)
When they're both Orpheus and Eurydice>>>>
An exercise in making animatics that absolutely kicked my ass