good people, just a moment!

Hi people who work janitorial positions, as housekeepers, as waste collectors, in factories, in construction, as mechanics, and all the other vitally important jobs that keep our society churning but that no one ever wants to talk about. I love you. I hope your employers and your unions are keeping you safe and that you're getting compensated fairly and getting benefits.

Being a crafty person and making a bunch of things often prompts people to ask "oh wow did you make that?" And like, the short answer is: yes I did, but the long answer is: well, no, the pattern isn't mine, but I did choose and buy the fabric/yarn and sewed it together/crocheted it/knitted it myself. I used a reference for that drawing/painting, I didn't come up with it myself. That ceramic piece was insired by a poem and a painting made by different people. What I'm trying to say is, everything I make requires other people to make their own thing first, and then I get inspired by them to do my own thing. So I can't really call anything truly mine, because really it's just a bunch of inspirations and experiences of others (and me) put together by my hands. Does that answer your question

Truly the best way to put the experience into words. The cycle of creativity, genuine human art, is defined by continuous inspiration and observation that leads to the creation of something new from a thousand different things. And isn't wonderful? Isn't beautiful to say that yes I made it but it isn't "mine". Because it is shared, it is yours as much as mine as much as the poet whose prose pushed me to bring something new into the world. It is a part of the tapestry I saw in a museum photo six years ago and the silly scrap of driftwood I saw on the beach. And isn't it amazing that humans have these moments? It's perhaps one of the few things we got right, and isn't that lovely?

Man also RIP Sir Arthur Conan Doyle you would've loved House MD

well what if i don't want to stress syllables, this world is stressful enough as it is for a small and innocent syllable

if you are my mutual i need you to be on some bullshit i dont understand

driving my chevy to the levee today

what the fuck