Behold this kickass two part photo essay on butch folk (some of it's slightly NSFW but artistically)
and night's dew
to colorful dust;
of an idea
Water... Waterwheel... they are a team and achieving things
Sometimes when it's really hot I think about South Africa. I miss being close to the beach and sitting in my landlady's kitchen with her dog, feeding her scraps. I miss my students and their eagerness to teach me Afrikaans. The rooibos in the staff room, the samoosa stand down the road, the house lizards.
It's hard to remind myself that it's all still there when I'm ready to go back. For now, I have memories and postcards. #smallstories
Two days out from an international flight is an odd time to make friends, but when's better? We love people best when they're rare occasions. #smallstories
Little phrases wind themselves up in my head. It's like having a song stuck there, except with Darlings instead of notes. They keep begging to be published. If only they'd at least organize themselves into proper sentences. #smallstories
The itch of wanting to write and having everything to say.
The desire to be silent and watch the world spin on its own.
The quivering hands.
One woman with a tiny child, unable to pay. Another woman with another tiny child, who pays for her. Embarrassed, shouted gratitudes are exchanged across the parking lot. #smallstories
@catastrophe Watching pets getting older, and more feeble, is so difficult, because even in pain, all they show is love for us.
I trained a neural network on a list of deleted Wikipedia titles. Not sure who is weirder this time, neural net or humans. http://aiweirdness.com/post/169309161212/wikipedia-articles-invented-by-a-neural-network
The Doberman looks up at me abd begs for treats. There's a milky cloud in each eye, big and wide and loving, and grey fur on her muzzle. I remember all our old dogs and their deaths, slow or sudden, expected or unexpected, and I'm afraid, but she trots away and runs circles around my kitchen, and my fears melt away. #smallstories
A friend once pointed out to me what a marketing coup the term "identity theft" was for the banks.
There is no such thing as identity theft. There is only companies' opening accounts in the wrong people's names. The culprits are companies who do an inadequate job of making sure their customers are who they say they are.
And yet the cost of this incompetence is borne almost entirely by someone who had no direct involvement in the actual crime.
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