Sam N, who you may have seen commenting here and there on FTB, has come out to the middle of noplace for a couple of days of slinging hot steel around. My posting schedule may be impacted, or it may not, I’m not sure.
kestrel mentioned that she’s learning how to graft plants and trees, and that her friend who is demonstrating the process misplaced their knife. Well, that’s sure to get my attention.
I hate when I see beautiful critters like this, and they’re already exhausted and ready to die. It’s sad because they put so much work into reproducing themselves, and it’s over so fast.
This is the current state of the Dune egg experiment.
They don’t care, anymore. Is that a sign of insanity, or confidence?
The counter-reaction to “defund the police” movements has been distressingly predictable: the assumption is that, without police, current policing practices would stop functioning and therefore it’s a bad idea. Basically, it’s a declaration that the status quo is the only way that can ever possibly work, and it ignores the fact that there was a time where civilizations did exist without policing as it is done, today.
In the course of looking for reference art of sandworms, I stumbled upon something quirky and delicious.
I can’t recall which of you introduced me to this musician/song, but – thank you.
Thank you all very much for your input on what to do with that chunk of maple burl. As George Bush said, “I’m the deciderator and I’ve, uh, what?”
The news is full of stories of cops gone wild. That’s as it should be – every day – until they start to realize that they exist on the forbearance of The People.