Landed back in seaside rock harbours. Here where winter is barely letting go and summer hides under the low bushes. I wish there were a Roomba™ for the body that could do semi decent beveled undercuts.
Connected to the planet via wires and paper. There is much to lament, and much to sing for, in the same breath.
I was afraid it might no longer be relevant after reality stars superceded fiction to become leaders of the Free World, so to speak. But the series writers have overcome! Already in S03Ep1 there is a meta-joke about the continuing careers of musical folk comedians, whether privileged or cursed to play-act comedic gender roles, and I am hooked. #AnotherPeriod
My eye twitch has returned. New glasses prescription, again?!
i will worship the sparrows flying over it all
flocks of birds with their shadows that paint every wall
our love is a totem a thousand feet tall
like the deepening red of a new waterfall
i dig into the dirt to remember it all
please love me in ways i am sure that you can
i dress up like a lion but resemble a man
https://stewartlegere.bandcamp.com/track/dig-into-the-dirt
Gossip between appliances
I wish
digital interventionism
could
plan counter-obsolescence:
include hardware kill switches
volume knobs to the snitches
spare
the Platonic ideals from the Internet of Things
Since then I've been kind of obsessed about the idea of gossip between the appliances with which I interact
Birdsite has banned me for seven days, for saying "punch terfs", so I am probably not going back. As a result, I have a lot of unexpressed thoughts about current prestige comedy offerings, including the new season of Another Period.
@mala more seriously, there's actually a really interesting difference in conception around parenthood and family between people who were raised with those things as major bastions against oppressive structures (most racial minorities in america) vs those for whom their family is a major vector for their marginalization (most queer people).
I would be fascinated to read an anthropological study that contrasted the two, although you don't have to be a genius to see the way it's shaped communities+priorities
I've found paper more forgiving than keyboards, lately. Despite the erasure possibilities, the flame vulnerabilities, the heft of accumulated records, paper wins out against digital depositories.
I can't help it, I do think you should go vegan. At least vegetarian, as much as possible, and vegan when you get good enough at cooking. Make your plants to eat in your extra time. If you work too much already. to leave time to mindfully eat, why do you work in the first place? You are a body.
https://octodon.social/media/-Ub0Gl1ifeNPrjcBH3I
My fabric sausage-wraps hold more continuity than my atomic make-up at any one time. I brand myself deliberately because announcing myself saves time in each interaction.
Hey Mastodon, check out this ornament I got for Chrimmy
Netflix content is devolving into moralistic garbage. Where are the talented storytellers to weave me an escape from this nightmare? I can't believe any of what thy've put in front of me lately.
Is it depression when you can't remember being happy? You know you wrote it down, to leave record, the last time joy dawned on me, & I tried to grasp it, even then... but it seems so long ago and behind a fog and quite dreamy, now. Did it even happen? I would quit trying and sleep if I could stop my mind. My mind knows my body isn't tired, but knowing isn't jogging, and my brain can send many signals but still can't drag my bones, to go.
What are some best suggestions for doing refugee support work in the West? I've found refreshing connections made with refugees of all faiths, come in the wake of my recognitions of the Western power's deep failings. I've found comfort in sublimation of the client/provider relationship. By filling out forms, writing appeals and letters, it's possible to model humility ... but surrendering to one's inadequacy will only lead to despair, not what is required to further global reparations for wars.
At this stage of my transition, it is still possible to go stealth, especially around normies who expect nothing less. It is almost amazing how people project their biases on those around them, to perceive them as unchanged.
Am narrowing down the information I would like to print on a tidy contact card, to hand to strangers who I meet & often ask for such a thing. "Please contact me by finding me on the intertubes and linking your creative expressions forever to mine!" There is no sense of scale, on a business totem of identity.
Why does it feel still like a to-do, to close my Facebook accounts? I hate logging in, I regret every second spent there. It is purely the chats with specific people that I would miss, if they were not there, they would be nowhere.
I feel a sadpost coming. Or maybe it's just a headache. I'm moving from one house into another today, but it feels like taking flight. I don't know that I've nested very successfully this time.
