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testosteronetwink:

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#I get that they’re making some kind of catboy joke but I don’t actually care about that bit #to me the striking bit is Famine #today in Apocalypse Memes‚ we bring you a nearby branch of the multiverse #–(or even just a poorer country‚ I suppose)– #where things are going basically the same except worse #when I contemplate ”the personification of Famine depicted as wearing a surgical mask” #I feel passing over me the shadow of what might have been #what might still be‚ next time #Among Us #death tw #starvation cw #covid19

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the-bright-path:

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I wrote this as a tag ramble because it felt like a tag-register kind of post, but I’m running out of space in the tag box and also I don’t want to discourage people from responding to me (apparently a lot of people interpret tag rambles as followers-only posts? and it’s certainly more effort to quote them, in any case), so here it is:

#the great thing about living with your parents is that it gives you potentially as much as two or three decades to figure out
#where the fuck you’re going to find platonic nesting partners after they’re dead
#(the other great thing is that you don’t have to spend years trying desperately to make your savings outpace the rise in house prices)
#(because you can just take over your dad’s HELOC)
#(but that’s *somewhat* tangential to this post)
#I guess I could *try* living alone for a while but I don’t think I’d like it
#I could probably *tolerate* it and there’d be *some* upsides
#but yeah it *is* very inefficient
#and it seems like it would be rather lonely and frankly kind of dangerous
#(I have this suspicion that a lot of the lifespan benefits of marriage are simply from having a housemate)
#(someone to take care of you (and also of basic household maintenance) when you’re sick)
#(someone to hear you choking)
#(someone to find you passed out on the floor)
#(someone to hug you in lockdowns so you don’t break down from touch deprivation)
#one-breadwinner households were a historical aberration and their time has ended
#it’s time to spruce up the homestead system to make it less dependent on having [living family] [that you like being around]
#(okay I went and looked up homesteading and maybe that’s not *quite* the right word)
#(I think it’s just that most of the family-sized communes I know of
#–that *weren’t* forged in the extreme pressures of San Francisco†–
#are homesteads)
#((I mean *ideally* it’d be good to have enough skillsets and executive function and physical function and land between us that
#we *could* retreat into self-sufficiency in a crisis))
#((but “division of labour is good” extends beyond the household level))
#†I really don’t want to live in San Francisco‚ please don’t make me move to San Francisco just to find a commune

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#tag rambles #reply via reblog #death tw #adventures in human capitalism #illness mention

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plasmapop:

plasmapop:

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20/04/20 • title is the subject line of an email about middle egyptian classes. italics are ‘quotes from my middle egyptian prof that i happened to write down’ 

#…apparently this post was *not* made in October #it was posted in June and that date implies it was written in April #which means that truck of emotional resonance that hits you at #“it is october‚ and i wait for the symptoms of spring/it is april‚ but only when i close my eyes” #is not *intended* to be there #or at least *that* particular truck isn’t #but fuck it they sing it back to you for 85000 reasons (via @brin-bellway)

yeah so possibly this unintentionally contains a timeloop thing. you’re right that it was written in april but it also grew out of various sentences from my diary-ish notebooks. the line about october/april was written in october 2019 and was vaguely about seasonal depression / winter Sucks and april is when you can See trees starting to grow leaves again. then when i was putting the poem together in april obviously that resonated in…… a very different way. so i was like yeah ok sure. and now it’s october again and it has a whole new but not unrelated meaning!! poetry timeloop

#so yeah intent doesn’t really…… matter and usually i don’y reblog things onto this blog

#but this time it’s kinda interesting bcs i Did actually intend it Kind Of this way but then also the intent got Out Of Control!!!

I wrote a post [link] about time standing still during the plague, so it makes sense that that was the first meaning that hit me. I can see *multiple* COVID-related interpretations, though: one could also interpret it, not as waiting for the spring of 2020 that never came, but as waiting for the metaphorical blooming of a post-plague world (which *could* potentially happen during a literal springtime too).

The second interpretation that occurred to me was a Northerner moving to the Southern Hemisphere, the experience of the local Octobers carrying what they still think of as a certain essential April-ness.

Also I just took the exam for my penultimate semester and late next month I start my final semester, so…obviously it depends on how much 2020 Bullshit I have to deal with in the next few months, there could well be delays, but the single most likely month for “what month am I going to officially receive my diploma” is April 2021. Next spring will likely be a metaphorical spring for me personally, the blooming of the next stage of my life, entering my career.

Plus there’s that seasonal-depression interpretation, which I did not think of on my own but yeah I can see that.

Layers!!

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#reply via reblog #poetry #time #death tw #covid19 #is the blue I see the same as the blue you see #illness tw #adventures in University Land

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plasmapop:

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20/04/20 • title is the subject line of an email about middle egyptian classes. italics are ‘quotes from my middle egyptian prof that i happened to write down’ 

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#…apparently this post was *not* made in October #it was posted in June and that date implies it was written in April #which means that truck of emotional resonance that hits you at #”it is october‚ and i wait for the symptoms of spring/it is april‚ but only when i close my eyes” #is not *intended* to be there #or at least *that* particular truck isn’t #but fuck it they sing it back to you for 85000 reasons #poetry #101 Uses for Infrastructureless Computers #Egypt #history #death tw #historical documentation in at least two senses #covid19

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prokopetz:

“Fear not, for neither man nor woman, neither–”

“Okay, let me stop you right there. Nobody ever lists the things that aren’t going to kill you unless they’re trying to hide a loophole.”

“I’m not sure I understand.“

“Bullshit. You’ve totally foreseen what’s going to kill me.“

“… not necessarily.”

“You haven’t necessarily seen what’s going to kill me, or what you’ve seen isn’t necessarily going to kill me?“

“You know, you are just sucking all the fun out of this.“

“Truly, I weep for you.“

“Okay, fine. A duck. You die because of a duck. Happy?“

“You’re serious.”

“I literally can’t lie. Why do you think I do the ‘neither man nor woman’ routine in the first place?”

“Well, of all the undignified– wait. Noun or verb?“

“Oh, you’re good.”

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#storytime #fun with loopholes #death tw

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nehirose:

anotherhawk:

writing-prompt-s:

In the afterlife, souls can see how many living people still know you once existed. You, who had lived a fairly normal life, finally saw the count drop to 0 just 200 years after your death. 500 years later, 95% of the Earth’s total population suddenly knows about you.

And they all know I sold really, really shitty copper.

I laughed UNREASONABLY hard over this.

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#I saw this punchline coming but still #I didn’t actually laugh aloud but it still amused me enough to reblog #Ea nasir #death tw

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kuttithevangu:

i told my family about the rabbinic definition of a “wall” as “a barrier that impedes the passage of goats” and my mother was so delighted by this that weeks later she showed me a photo of a baby goat squeezing itself under a gate and was like “this is NOT a wall!” 

 

gallusrostromegalus:

@creekfiend 

 

radical-awe:

If the baby goat had to squeeze through, that may suffice? Impeding can mean slowing down or delaying or making more difficult, so if the gate posed enough of a challege, it may be a wall.

 

kuttithevangu:

A wall that does not stop goats is not a kosher wall but the rabbis, IMO, define it too narrowly, as they say a wall two handsbreadths off the ground will stop a goat and admittedly I have kind of big hands but I’ve seen goats get through a smaller space than that on many occasions

 

glumshoe:

My neighbor has a goat farm with a cattle grid instead of a gate on his driveway. It seems to contain them, to my surprise. Does a cattle grid count as a “barrier”, and if so, could a goat-stopping cattle grid be considered a wall?

 

kuttithevangu:

If it doesn’t stop a goat it’s not a wall, but if it does stop a goat it isn’t necessarily a wall

 

normal-horoscopes:

BEHOLD A WALL

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psychoboy777:

That’s not a barrier, Diogenes

 

normal-horoscopes:

OH YEAH PLATO? TRY AND GET PAST ME

 

psychoboy777:

I don’t need to. My goat army does.

 

normal-horoscopes:

[THUNDEROUS SOUND OF HOOVES]

 

normal-horoscopes:

[SOUND OF BONES SNAPPING AS MY STATUS AS A KOSHER WALL IS TRAMPLED BENEATH THOUSANDS OF GOATS]

 

colt-kun:

I fucking love tumblr

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togglesbloggle:

To: H.R. Haldeman
From: Bill Safire
July 18, 1969

IN EVENT OF MOON DISASTER:

Fate has ordained that the men who went to the moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to rest in peace.  These brave men, Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin, know that there is no hope for their recovery.  But they also know that there is hope for mankind in their sacrifice.

These two men are laying down their lives in mankind’s most noble goal: the search for truth and understanding.  They will be mourned by their families and friends; they will be mourned by their nation; they will be mourned by the people of the world; they will be mourned by a Mother Earth that dared send two of her sons into the unknown.

In their exploration, they stirred the people of the world to feel as one; in their sacrifice, they bind more tightly the brotherhood of man.  In ancient days, men looked at stars and saw their heroes in the constellations.  In modern times, we do the same, but our heroes are epic men of flesh and blood.

Others will follow, and surely find their way home.  Man’s search will not be denied.  But these men were the first, and they will remain foremost in our hearts.  For every human being who looks up at the moon in the nights to come will know that there is some corner of another world that is forever mankind.

PRIOR TO THE PRESIDENT’S STATEMENT:

The President should phone each of the widows-to-be.

AFTER THE PRESIDENT’S STATEMENT, AT THE POINT WHEN NASA ENDS COMMUNICATIONS WITH THE MEN:

A clergyman should adopt the same procedure as a burial at sea, commending their souls to “the deepest of the deep,” concluding with the Lord’s Prayer.

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It’s a unique kind of pleasure to look back six or seven years in one’s social media history and discover that one’s younger self posted cool things, had neat opinions about unexpected subjects, and was genuinely the sort of person that one likes.  This was one of my favorite autoanthropological discoveries, although being reminded about Hildegard von Bingen was a close second.

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#moon #space #death tw #unreality cw #amnesia cw #(personally I find moments like that deeply disturbing) #(oh don’t get me wrong I enjoy re-reading my old posts) #(but while enjoyment is a large part of why I re-read old posts another part is to keep the memories fresh) #(I wish to *never* be surprised by them) #(your past self can only surprise you to the extent they aren’t part of you anymore) #(to me that’s something to mourn‚ not be delighted by) #(but anyway we’re not here for that we’re here for the alternate-universe speech)