I like the the message they're making in this editor's letter. It tells me Briar Patch Magazine is acutely aware of the big picture.
And, my idol-of-worship, is that a complete lack of third-party advertising? Respectable. More like this, please. If you're in Canada, give them some coins.
Seriously, if you know of other regional climate crisis-oriented periodicals not relying on ad-tech, point them out.
#Creativity is a self-filling pitcher. No matter how often we pour our ideas onto the page, the blog, the fediverse, new ones or, at least, provoking variations fill the temporary void.
As a corollary, avoiding the step of pouring out the ideas can have the effect of merely bottling and capping the output, trapping the creative process itself.
Moral: Don't hold it in. Pour your ideas freely. Who cares if nobody else cares! And there's a chance someone will make something useful in the end!
I reject the idea that wanting everyone to have acceptable healthcare is somehow "becoming radicalized".
We should be asking instead what happened to those to not want universal healthcare. What kind of trauma damaged their ability to empathize?
When did you become radicalized by the U.S. health care non-system?
So my daughter has bought a large neon sign that says GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS from the local junk yard. Apparently it was in a Jackie Chan movie. She says it’s part of her long term plan to open a bar for introverts and quiet lesbians.
Meanwhile our house is bathed in its pink and orange glow and we are all pretty happy about this.
I want to introduce a new hashtag, meant for small acts of direct action you spot in your community: #OurStreets. It could be graffiti, stickers, supplies left for your houseless neighbors, hostile architecture being dismantled - whatever, as long as you're *not* the one who did it
And to kick it off, let me introduce you to the building formerly known as Walli's Market. I don't know much about this place other than what it says on the signs (it was a convenience store in the middle of a neighborhood) - it's been in this state as long as I've lived here. It doesn't appear to have been broken into at any point
Outside is the biggest community library I've ever seen plus a smattering of stickers, including these huge art pieces on the outside of the windows (I don't like the conflation of empathy with kindness, it's a bit of an ableist microagression, but I appreciate the sentiment)
I wish I could meet whoever made this their pet project, because this is really inspiring
6am, driving home through the small town I’ve lived in for 25 years as the sun comes up, the lights are on at the bakery, the newsagent has rolled up her shutters, the surfers are sitting on milk crates outside the coffee shop. I never expected to live here.
Whenever I hear "We need more programmers! Make more young people interested in programming! Teach programming at kindergarten!" I always get the urge to ask "What did you do with the old ones you had?"
Where are all those programmers you hired 5-20 years ago? Why is no programmer at your company older than 40? Why do you have *senior* software engineers that are 25 years old? What did you do to all those people?
If you can't take care of your employees, no wonder you never have enough.
For anyone interested in #photography #teaching or the travelling life of a slightly eccentric genius type... the documentary about Bill Jay that I did the music for has just been put on Youtube so everyone can see it. (yay!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wd47549knOU
'Beyond the Trend of Decolonizing Science'
'This webinar features a conversation led by Indigenous and Black scholars around what it means to "decolonize science." Using the controversy over the Thirty Meter Telescope and the sacred mountain of Mauna Kea as a case study, speakers share examples of the role of colonialism in science.'
Each season, the outline on the grass gets fainter. I can still see it from the window. Still run my fingers over the time-worn dirt spot where the batter's box used to be. I remember the near-whistle whoosh of bat smacking ball as it went soaring into the trees. The shouts. This is where all three boys played whiffle ball for hours. Only the youngest lives here now, and the diamond fades. Childhood fades, too. Funny how a patch on the grass holds faint echo memories like that. #smallstories
32000 years ago, during the last ice age, an Arctic ground squirrel was gathering food, which it took back to its burrow. That squirrel never ate all of the fruit and seeds it stashed, and so they stayed there, buried under the Arctic permafrost. Forgotten.
Until the squirrel's ancient home was discovered by a group of Russian scientists. The research team managed to grow 36 plants from those ancient seeds. Here's one of them – an ancient type of campion (Silene stenophylla).
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