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rae (raphael if you're being fun and flirty); 30 & counting; a cartoonish, crazy, convulsive, & degenerate bisexual man wearing earrings; originally from philly, more recently from [britta perry voice] new york, & now re-residing in the rural new england of my early 20s. we're doing a squeakwel. ✨
mostly a personal diary blog. secondarily a stoned television liveblog. i also make art! i also write essays & poetry about horror, holes, repairs, bodies, taxonomy, sadomasochism, ~media~, etc. etc!
oh really feeling mocked by the company that let me go four months ago mailing me a huge informational packet about how they're changing retirement plan providers. that's cool i don't have one of those anymore but thanks for thinking of me i guess
I got my Masters and PhD where Leopold taught, I went to his Shack twice a year, I worked in his archives, I've read his letters and journals, I've studied under his biographer, my Masters was partially about him, my PhD is structured around one of his speeches. I feel like I have the Credentials to have Refined Feelings about Leopold
I hate this passage.
Setting aside "alone" ("Only I, the pure and noble white male university scientist can see this pain, unlike the uncultured masses")...
If you have decided that you live in "a world of wounds" then you have already decided the world is damned. If you are looking for wounds, you will always find them. Things like climate change and ecosystem destruction and extinction are "wounds" that can never be "healed." New ways of being, like peregrine falcons on skyscrapers or novel ecosystems can only be seen as "wounds." The metaphorical "body" will never be "whole." If, no matter what you do, the environment will always be damaged/flawed/corrupted, what's the point in even trying?
In Leopold's context, the only Correct ("healed") way for the natural world to exist is to restore it to its corresponding historic pre-settlement ecosystem, the state it was in prior to the "wounding." This is concretely and objectively impossible. We've had 90+ years of ecological restoration as a science (NOT INVENTED BY LEOPOLD, DON'T LISTEN TO HIS PROPAGANDISTS) to firmly establish there is no magic time machine process to "heal" these "wounds." Instead, we can change spaces, help rebuild ecosystems into something new that may have things in common with the past.
I find it a much more useful framing to think in terms of change. There was never a moment in history where an ecosystem was static, things were always changing, they always will be changing. This is especially true in the Indigenous people-driven ecosystems Leopold is talking about here. His writings all assume that these ecosystems were static prior to settlement, the "whole, healthy body" in the metaphor. That "whole, healthy body" never existed in the first place.
This is why I like to thinking of us, environmentally-minded people taking action, as members in a very old community of beings who have made environmental change. Rather than metaphorically putting bandaids on Mother Earth's body that is separate from us, we can take actions as members in the community of ecosystems to help all of us thrive, together.
purity in death by nora roberts writing as j.d. robb, while compelling and entertaining if i turn my brain off, is pure copaganda garbage and i loathe the protagonist's moral compass--which is very evidently not what nora roberts writing as j.d. robb wanted from me--but i do see why nora roberts is such a successful romance author; she really writes some killer sex scenes.
sometimes i feel like i've exiled myself up here. i don't know what i'm doing up here. i love being near so many friends. i love my porch. i love trees. i love cheaper groceries. i love that sometimes i can feel the cold. but it's disjointed--scattered pieces of good, and the only connective tissue is me. is that how it's supposed to be? i don't know how to be that in a way that feels secure. i know how to sit on my porch with my coffee and a banana and a goofy sci-fi/crime trade paperback from a free little library. what else? what can hold me together, and help me hold together the rest?
yesterday i cleaned all my glasses and washed all the dishes and did all my backloaded laundry. all day my thoughts were too loud--nothing remarkable or objectionable about their contents, but they had dull edges as they echoed inside me, and i couldn't stand leaving myself to sit with them, the incessancy of them. today my thoughts are once more the way they should sound inside me. nestled in their cushions, not stripped to their raw skin and left to yell. it feels good to have clean glasses and an empty laundry hamper. i am sad. i've been worse.
Hi Im a homeless trans man seeking help with a room for the night if possible please. I slept outside last night + I'm desperate not to again.
All the trans resources in the area are "women+trans," meaning trying to access anything involves nonstop subtle misgendering leading to a dead end. I've dealt with homophobic harassment at shelters before, which is why I've avoided them since. I have a case manager but things are moving very slowly.
Rooms are around 80-90/night.
Appreciate any help with a place to sleep, or some hygiene products, or anything for some hot food/a place to sit inside when the library's closed, please.
Fri Nov 15- Can anybody help w a room for tonight or a meal today please? Wasnt able to get one last night (mostly walked around after trains closed), desperate for somewhere to rest awhile please, its freezing out
4pm- just $65 away from a room now- anything helps so I dont have to spend another night in a row outside please
the "we are angry / we are mad / we like the deli / smoothies are bad" protest chant in this abbott elementary episode is extremely funny, and also of course this is the first time in ages i have made myself a smoothie that i am now drinking in front of the tv. it's fine though bc i didn't shut down a west philly deli to get it
🍄 🍁 🐌 🐜 🪳✨ // Omphalotus illudens, the bioluminescent jack o' lantern mushroom // gouache on paper
I watched Face/Off for the first time last night and all I can remember of it is this one scene
which was followed 20 seconds later by this scene
Which itself was followed by this scene almost precisely 20 seconds later
It's like poetry
to anyone who was sick with worry, tossing and turning, wondering if i'd ever find my missing magnetic cpap mask clasp: worry no longer. i found it next to my cpap.
"magnetic cpap mask clasp"
