[also they clearly have terrible taste in jokes]

I mean, I wouldn't have redacted the name so you're being calmer about it than I would be

Whereabouts by Jhumpa Lahiri, held in the hand of a middle-aged white woman with shortish teal blue nails against a background of grass and trees

Beautiful book; I'd be disappointed that I'd left it lingering on the shelf for so long if it didn't feel like I was reading it at exactly the right time

Middle-aged white woman with long brown hair up in a pony, wearing a burnt orange trucker hat that reads 'do good' and a gray tank top, sitting in her wheelchair upon the grass and under trees at the park

Sun shining through the leafy branches of a tree

Lake surrounded by grass and trees

I *will* have my day in the sun!

[for two hours in the late afternoon in a place where I can spend ~half the time under shady trees and cloud cover and only properly sunsoak for ~15 minutes and then we'll see how that works out for me ig]

Image with alt text from OP's first post of this otherwise excellent 🧵 on automation, free time, access, and freedom

An uninformed, uneducated, unwell population is the goal

"...they’re small and relatively inexpensive interventions, six-foot-long microcosms of a far broader debate over whom our cities should be structured to serve and how best to do so."

If you think 'anti-loitering' infrastructure is entirely about people who aren't [like] you, you are very wrong.

Straight from your super reliable (/s) source: "We build world-leading AI tools"

You're one of those people who thinks if you say something as if it were true enough times, then it becomes true, aren't you? Gtfoh shill

In case you somehow still believe that masking in public spaces is too big an ask

Feeling the "I wish I was part of public life" blues hard today

Pope of Trash and notable former neighborhood resident of.......well, you gotta come on our tours to find out where

Life Less Ordinary (from Carbon Leaf Cottage - Songs By The Sea) YouTube video by Carbon Leaf

[To shaking the bones and the scales and dancing with old ghosts until you've nothing left to do but to see them for what they are]

This new study builds on previous work done by this team (explainer link below) on SMPDL3B (sphingomyelin phosphodiesterase acid-like 3B), which can affect how cells communicate and regulate immune responses.

www.meresearch.org.uk/smpdl3b-pote...

If you caught the @why.bsky.team block, congratulations! You’re a Certified AI Hater™️

There should be a badge

A blue and gold prize ribbon that reads: CERTIFIED 'AI' HATER

Yay, us! [Best I could do on the badge situation though]

“Art is the only thing that proves that anything has ever happened in the world. For me, as a world citizen, this was not the moment.” 🙌

🚨 Donations Open 🚨

Gift giving thread will be open in 48 hours and the games will begin. If you're a person who prefers your gifts to be anonymous and want to pre-load the pot, you're up to bat.

Time to make some magic, y'all.

57 For you I’d do the whole thing through below, above for now, for love.

After feints the heart steadies, pointwise invariant, by the drown'd light of her fire. In the set course we pass layer after layer, loving what we still know. It is an estranged passion, but true, the daughter willed back by blue eyes, unscathed, down the central pain pathway. Timelike delirium cools at this crossing, with your head in my arms. The ship steadies and the bird also; from frenzy to darker fields we go.

Standing by the window I heard it, while waiting for the turn. In hot light and chill air it was the crossing flow of even life, hurt in the mouth but exhausted with passion and joy. Free to leave at either side, at the fold line found in threats like herbage, the watch is fearful and promised before. The years jostle and burn up as a trust plasma. Beyond help it is joy at death itself: a toy hard to bear, laughing all night.

Which makes the thinning sorrow of flight the last disjunction, of the heart: that news is the person, and love the shape of his compulsion in the musical phrase, nearly but not yet back, into the remotest past. Of which the heart is capable and will journey over any desert and through the air, making the turn and stop undreamed of: love is, always, the flight back to where we are.

devastated to hear that the poet J. H. Prynne died this morning. Prynne’s work has been a source of fascination, inspiration, puzzlement, & awe for me since ~2011, when his book Kazoo Dreamboats totally rearranged what I believed poetry could be. His poems are a tremendous gift I will reread forever

That's a current digital photo of the actual print. It just hasn't really been exposed to light; it was either in a box or a photo album at my parents' until I ended up with it and put it in my memory box

Great Blue Heron taking off in flight. His wings are in a semicircle around his body and his feet are in the air a few feet above the ground.

I have a few more shots of this Great Blue Heron yet.
Hope you aren't tired of seeing him. Here he is with his wings looking like an umbrella.
#birds #GreatBlueHeron

But what if she *wants* to?

Bluesky is being DDoSed again, in new posts images don't show. Guess which posts are still OK?

Hi Jonny, while it was known prior to COVID that viruses could be spread through the shared air on airplanes despite cabin air filtration, it’s more obvious now because of the ongoing pandemic itself.

The covid virus (SARS-CoV-2) continues to mutate, circulate, and repeatedly infect people.

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Freaking broken bluesky messing with my jokes

Will Poulter in We're the Millers, a still of the scene when he says 'Wait, you guys are getting paid?'

Wait, you guys are getting [l]aid?

Can't help but wonder what percentage of folks up in arms about eugenics in this case threw their masks out [if they even wore them to begin with] the second they heard 'smiles are back'

bsky.app/profile/abob...

Fun fact: If you're content to let folks like me 'fall by the wayside' in exchange for your unfettered funsies, then you're on his side.

Trees with spindly trunks and branches, some with white flowers, by the lake

Partial view of a small island in the lake

View of the lake through thin-trunked trees

Finding new shadowy spots in which to lurk like a cryptid

A unifying message that both parties can agree on, at least