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i have a bunch of avery labels that my boss told me to throw out during a deep clean of the office bc they're weird sizes and/or a little discolored
and im trying to figure out sticker designs to make w them
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"People in the imperial core don't realize how much of the products in our lives are directly there because of colonialism. so they recreate that and then you have the weird implications of fantasy colonialism. You can say 'why does it matter for my fantasy Europe to have coffee' because you don't know why your real life Europe has coffee. And that these facts do actually have a death toll to them."
"The coffee example in particular its very interesting. Bc it'd be quite easy to justify having coffee in a fantasy story that's set in a tropical region. Or in a kingdom that trades with a tropical region or whatever. But then you realize that never happens because. sff writers NEVER set their stories in tropical weathers. I can count on one hand the fantasy worlds where there are prosperous kingdoms in tropical regions. And that opens the can of worms of: why is the default fantasy setting a temperate forest of pine and oak trees. Or a snowy mountainous landscape. While deserts and jungles are always dangerous exotic foreign lands."
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people have said it before but if you read a lot of historical literature you do begin to just sort of think in that style of language. I’ll put down the 18th century journal I’m reading and have to resist the urge to send academic emails with every Noun capitalized and punctuated only by the profuse Usage of the Em-Dash — it is a deceptively challenging Instinct to resist, & worse is that Instinct when spelling certain Words to utilize what would, some Centuries prior, be an appropriate Spelling, excepting that my Correspondence occurs in the Twenty-First Century, where Men are inflexible and uncreative in their Methods, & this Propensity of mine would appear only foolish & incorrect, instead of suggesting what it in actuality reflects, which is that I am simply an Incorrigible Nerd — O! the Woes of modern Sociability! Why should I be compelled to conform to these d——d modern Conventions! Is it not enough to be unabashedly and impudently Autistic?
i love working w interesting old people
woman told me a great story today about meeting george carlin at a show when she was a teen in the early 60s and also how in the 70s she nearly married a guy named wolfie she met at a hostel in finland
MAXIMUM CARNAGE | 01.14.26
So turns out the US are setting babies up for a lifetime of illness and increased likelihood of liver cancer in Guinea Bissau in the name of “research”
7000 newborns will be denied the neoneatal HepB vaccine until 6 weeks to ‘prove’ that the HepB vaccine is linked to neurodevelopmental disability on the directions of the Department of Health vis RFK Jr and in collaboration with researchers in Denmark, despite the fact that the vaccine’s efficacy rate and best protection is when administered to newborns, and the total lack of correlation between vaccination and neurodevelopmental disabilities.
Guinea Bissau has some of the highest rates of HepB on the continent, and infants are the group at the highest risk of contracting HepB, leading to chronic hepatitis & long term hepatic diseases like cirrhosis and liver failure as well as increased chance of liver cancer.
The study can’t be carried out in the US or Denmark because it fails almost every benchmark for medical ethics — surprising absolutely nobody, it is in fact heinously unethical to expose babies to preventable disease that causes liver failure and liver cancer, but the “study” has been green lit in Guinea.
Fuck the US imperial project in Africa, fuck RFK Jr and the US Department of Health, and fuck every single collaborative researcher in Denmark. This is some nightmare Tuskegee Study shit and every single individual involved deserves to be in The Hague.
the thing about art is that sometimes you'll be moved to tears by stuff that is not very good
*weeps uncontrollably at 9 o'clock in the morning*
God, I love randos on the internet who just want to be kind.
for all the misery and bad luck that has befallen me in the past year, i keep having little moments of clarity lately where i catch myself enjoying a night out at the crypt or lost bag, or even just doing part of my job that i find satisfying
and im hit hard by how close this is to what i wanted life in my late 20s to be when i was 13.
im in the city i desperately longed to move back to, the one where i felt so cool and grown up navigating alone when i stayed with my grandmother for a summer. i remember looking at diy xeroxed flyers in the coffee shop for the kind of things i go to now, and imagining what the people there would be like. imagined becoming the kind of person who would be a regular there. being friends with those people
and now despite a lot of things im doing it
Drawing every picture on my phone #1: A dog I saw at Edinburgh train station.
Very quick pencil drawings this time, but here are #2 and #3 - a walk I took and dinner I had on the 4th of January.
Slightly longer post about it here, but I think this will be a nice project for just posting images from life. It's less about making a drawing I like, and more about the documentation of the thing.
Otherwise these are just stray images in my phone, but I can attach them to something new and make them a bit more interesting this way :-)
taking the train until i get my car situation resolved (despite the fact that the limited train schedule doesnt line up exactly with my hours at work, my boss is being very flexible)
ive missed my beloved mbta commuter rail but also that temptress the amtrak regional keeps reminding me that i can spontaneously go somewhere weird if i wanted to.
she keeps whispering "what if instead of work, you went to virginia? dont you want to skip all your responsibilities and go to new york?"
and i dont want to go either of those places but the potential to is powerful
Denys van Alsloot The Procession of the Guilds of Brussels , 1615
