I vote we cast Brian Cranston and Aaron Paul in a remake, and don't cut the parts about the incense.

Finally watched the movie of The Name of the Rose.

Can't believe they didn't include the hallucinatory incense :(

Finally watched the movie of The Name of the Rose.

Can't believe they didn't include the hallucinatory incense :(

I live in the part of the US that could reasonably be called the birthplace of the New Age. Like, people around here aren't just "weird about yoga" I mean I have three Bikram studios within walking distance of me. I mean like the yoga cults around here actively target retirement age white women with disposable income. This happens so often that people talk about yoga cults with the same casual tone as like, someome getting your order wrong at a coffee shop. It's not just an odd occurrence here, it's an industry.

My mom actually had to stop and start yoga several times because the studios kept turning out to be fronts for cults and pyramid schemes.

According to Cobb, “You have to build the new society within the shell of the old,” and Dishgamu Humboldt can provide a blueprint for what a better world—the one being born—might look like. As parts of the world flood and burn, perhaps projects like this can show us how the land and the people can heal from the wounds of the past, and grow a better future, together.

Bird school

English added by me :)

May I respectfully observe that the blueberry tart ethics agonies is a wonderful candidate for 'tell me you're French without telling me you're French' scenario? The combination of philosophical gymnastics and patisserie is just....magnifique!

Merci

😂 Trying to think of how to make this scenario more French... like if our Parliament started weirdly intense debates to legislate on this niche issue as a way to distract from more important problems and came up with a law hated by the left and the right somehow, and/or the minister of the Interior declared that anyone buying two slices of pie without a written attestation (that you must write yourself to give yourself permission to buy pie) will be arrested, and he uses a worryingly loose and inexplicably racist definition of "pie", and Parisians started burning stuff by force of habit which led Macron to try and calm things down by a) making Announcements, b) giving a 2.5 hour TV speech no one watches in which he says "Let me be very clear" 5 times and "Whether you like it or not" 10 times, c) promising to organise a Great National Debate on blueberry pie ethics which prompts newspapers to write enthusiastic headlines because they never learn, and which goes utterly nowhere

I went to a restaurant with a friend yesterday and upon entering we saw these splendid blueberry tarts under bell jars on the counter and we made jokey small talk with the waitress like oh, people will fight over these if there's not enough for everyone, it'll tear families apart, are you making more later? and she said no, I'm afraid that's our entire stock for today, but there are 18 slices, it should be plenty! It was a small village restaurant with only one menu du jour so there weren't any other dessert options but they don't usually get that many customers—but then a couple of large groups arrived and most people noticed the tarts like we did, and went ohh blueberry tart, it's been a while, I can't wait, and it became clear that when we'd get to the end of our meal there would be winners and losers in the blueberry tart rush

But later as we were about to order dessert I wasn't hungry anymore and I was like well that's too bad but someone else will be glad to get 'my' slice of tart—and my friend said yeah, me :) You should order it anyway, I'll eat both! At first I thought she was joking, but no. I said, there's not enough for everyone, you can't take two, and she said, we were going to order two slices, what difference does it make? and I was baffled that she couldn't see the ethical difference between two people eating one slice of tart each vs. one person eating two, when there's a limited quantity of tart. I felt like we were in a simplistic social justice metaphor it was so obvious, but there was no changing her mind. When I said "it's just... not nice" she said "okay" with a shrug, and what can you say to that. She added, you don't know any of these people and I was like, why are we reverting to tribal dynamics in a non-apocalyptic setting, how would you feel if we'd arrived a bit later and seen others ordering two desserts knowing you'd get zero? And she said, I would think that's their right, and I felt kind of amazed.

I pointed out that if she didn't think it was a wee bit wrong, she wouldn't ask me to order her second piece as if it was for me, and she said yeah maybe we don't need to do that, there's no law preventing me from ordering two desserts. What about Kant's categorical imperative Okay I guess you're not breaking any laws by taking more than your fair share of a thing other people also want, just failing a kindergarten-level morality test. I felt embarrassed for sounding like an annoying preachy rigid person so I dropped the issue, and as she ate her two slices she'd smile at me every time we overheard someone order coffee without dessert—like "See? There'll be enough, no one will be deprived of tart because of me!" as if that cancelled the fact that she didn't care in the first place. I guess it was one of these tiny issues that can still significantly alter the way you perceive a person. I tried to tell myself not to be so bothered about this small thing but I was! so bothered. And I felt like writing a letter to some agony aunt like "should I end a friendship over irreconcilable blueberry tart ethics"

if i wasnt constantly debilitated from prophesy-induced stress i could probably kick off the ass of any guy on here

"Mix with the brain of a cat or the blood of a bat. Or just use fragrant roots and frankincense. Whatever."

Currently reviewing Agrippa in preparation for making zines, and there is really just no memory for all the shit menstrual fluid can do/kill.

Right, right... brain of an eagle.

Yeah, I knew there was a reason I don't use that first set of planetary fumigations.

Currently reviewing Agrippa in preparation for making zines, and there is really just no memory for all the shit menstrual fluid can do/kill.

Currently reviewing Agrippa in preparation for making zines, and there is really just no memory for all the shit menstrual fluid can do/kill.

When I got home from tai chi practice a flock of hundreds of what seem to be pine siskins had descended upon my block. They are tiny and loud. I've never experienced this before, but I guess they tend to erratically migrate about the country in giant, noisy flocks.

I saw this meme going around on twitter and I think it'll be perfect for this account.

List 5 topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material.

some affirmations for these trying times

I am worthy of delicious things.

My jokes are funny to somebody.

It's fine. Everything's fine.

The ever-growing sense of dread does not control me.

I'm not alone. I am never alone.

I am the scariest thing in this darkened alley.

There is no need to talk about the thing.

The words have been spoken. The trap has been laid.

I am not haunted, I am haunting.

My rage is valid. My vengeance is just.

Whatever those cloaked figures are doing up on that hill, it is most definitely not my problem.

I deserve all I consume. My appetite is insatiable.

I can feel myself changing into something unknowable.

I am rising, transforming, expanding.

Death holds no power over me.

Soon the reckoning.

You guys will never guess what just happened.

Aw man, the passage of time? Again??