Ihavethoughtsomtimes - (un)titled

My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:

Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.

tuesday is what u make it

good morning and happy is it really tuesday tuesday

i wasn't gonna post anything about this because i'm not active in the good omens fandom, but yknow what, i'm gonna say it:

as someone who's aroace, i have very mixed feelings about the ending.

it's always fun and cool to get canon queer relationships, so like everyone else, i'm super excited! but while i'm happy about that, i'm also a bit sad, because it almost feels like i got my queer rep taken away. before the kiss, their relationship wasn't romantic or sexual, but it was still undeniably more than platonic. to see a relationship on tv that existed outside society's rigid boxes of strictly 'friends' or 'lovers' was so wonderful for me. for one of the first times in my life, i saw people like me, and i saw a relationship like the kind i want: something in between, that nobody else seems to understand what it really is, except us. (something ineffable, if you will.)

and i got that taken away. so while i genuinely am really excited, i'm also sad. i'm feeling very both, and i just wanted to put that out there because i'm really only seeing people talk about the former, but rarely acknowledging the latter.

Unstoppable force (my desire to ramble) meets unmovable force (my desire to never say a word ever)

i've been reading a lot of books about urban naturalism recently, and the one big thing they all talk about is how you HAVE to stop seeing nature as something that happens somewhere else. nature is not just charismatic megafauna and state parks and mountain ranges. nature is that abandoned lot that's growing native milkweed in it. nature is the murder of crows that lives in your block. nature is the moss growing on your roof and the dandelions growing in the sidewalk cracks and the song birds at your neighbor's birdfeeder. and you should care about it! you should notice it! that's YOUR nature!

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

Little boy standing in the stroller just looked around the crowded coffee shop, pointed at me and asked his mom "What's HIS name" and his mom said "I don't know!" and he asked me "What's YOUR name" and I called back "I'm Al" across the whole coffee shop and he went "HI AL!"

refseek.com

www.worldcat.org/

link.springer.com

http://bioline.org.br/

repec.org

science.gov

pdfdrive.com

In the future, children will think our ways are strange. "Why do old people always grow so much milkweed in their gardens?" they'll say. "Why do old people always write down when the first bees and butterflies show up? Why do old people hate lawn grass so much? Why do old people like to sit outside and watch bees?"

We will try to explain to them that when we were young, most people's yards were almost entirely short grass with barely any flowers at all, and it was so commonplace to spray poisons to kill insects and weeds that it was feared monarch butterflies and American bumblebees would soon go extinct. We will show them pictures of sidewalks, shops, and houses surrounded by empty grass without any flowers or vegetables and they will stare at them like we stared at pictures of grimy children working in coal mines