Freedom’s just another word for no more fucks to give, or something like that.
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Freedom’s just another word for no more fucks to give, or something like that.
This makes me happy. I wish someone would record the sound, which must be amazing. I bet you can hear it a long way off; it’d make a great sound-track for Mordor.
[I’m sorry, by the way, if this blog is a bit light and fluffy lately. I’m trying to keep my mind on the good things, not the horrible situation that we are all in. Except I’m aware that the horrible situation will probably never get better, ever, again.]
I don’t spend much time on youtube. Usually, I decide I am interested in something, then race around and download a bunch of the videos for later review while I’m doing something else.
I am a total sucker for “fortress of solitude” type buildings. There is some part of me that wishes I could just teleport myself to Mars, like Dr Jupiter, and build a place where I could do my thing and the rest of the world could leave me alone.
I generally ignore twitter. But sometimes, something happens there that just screams, “ignore me some more!”
There is a glass-worker on etsy who does lovely slumped glass viruses, bacteria, trilobites, etc.
I’m not sure if this is a rule of evolution, or not, but it seems to me that any niche that’s capable of supporting something, will get filled. Once the niche is filled, you then see various strategies: small, fast, high reproductive rate versus larger predators that invest energy in giant teeth and brains.
This is for any of you who’ve been part of a dysfunctional organization, and had to deal with someone who has whole-heartedly absorbed the marketing bullet points of ${something}.
This year, there are Biden/Harris signs; it’s not all Trump, Trump, Trump.
I’ve seen these before, hanging on a rack in the kitchen of a very shi-shi seafood place in New York. At the time, I did not realize what I was looking at, nor was I qualified to appreciate it.