Art from Aunt Louisa's Nursery Favourite by Laura Valentine (1870) A young woman helps an old woman pull water from the well.

a pile of fake toads, snakes, rats, pearls, gems, and gold coins

SOME OF Y'ALL never been told how to treat a fairy by the well, and IT SHOWS.

Come learn how to deal with fairies and other useful things as we put on our lil DIY folk plays for #Folklife in Seattle on Saturday, May 24th in the Eve Alvord Theatre. 5:45-6:30PM.

Close to 150 community members rallied at Batavia ICE detention facility in upstate NY demanding the release of UFW farm worker leaders who were targeted for arrest and detention last Friday. #WeFeedYou

An exciting announcement from Ffern, who have just launched the Ffern Folk Foundation – and an annual grant of £50,000 to fund one or more folk practitioners to progress their work and bring it to a wider audience: bit.ly/3GrcIpy

Artwork: Lukas the Illustrator
Boss Morris image: Hollie Fernando

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Something Bizarre Is Happening to People Who Use ChatGPT a Lot ChatGPT "power users," or those who use it the most, are becoming dependent upon — or even addicted to — the chatbot.

Wow the exact thing genAI creators intended, for their users to become psychologically dependent and chemically addicted to their product, is happening, who could have seen this coming

futurism.com/the-byte/cha...

Our little mumming-inspired folk play entity is going to perform at Northwest Folklife in May!
The plays are very short, DIY, and easy enough for anyone in the community to get involved.
Hoping to have some fun and inspire folks to make art in their communities with what they have available.

When I was a kid, my mom pointed out the insidiousness of the line "the new old-fashioned way" in a 50s Christmas carol and it still haunts me every time I see crap parading as culture or pretending at tradition.

America standardized a "white culture" to supplant actual culture and prop up capitalism in the mid 20th c and now look at us. (We're trash.)

Child's illustration on white paper of a palm-like tree made of Cheez-It crackers drawn in orange and yellow crayon

This is a Cheez-It tree.
My little nephew was told to pick a piece of produce for lunch, but kept asking for Cheez-Its. We went back and forth, then he disappeared and reappeared, presenting me with this incontrovertible evidence that Cheez-Its are in-fact produce.

I can't pretend to know what happened, but there were complaints around her leading up to some deaths from other healthcare workers. It doesn't look good.

I can't go back for more than a visit. I can't live there. I left for good reasons that glare.
Still, I miss a lot.

I can't stay there.
However, the oaks, cypress, toloache, cactus, lizards, cicadas, monarchs, owls welcome me like old friends, no different from my human friends.
Human or no, we grew up together.
We are witness to one another.

Leaving the cool, rainy mountains for the burning hot edge of the Great Plains caused my child heart and body a great deal of grief and panic.
Even as an unwilling invader, countless oaks and chirping, buzzing creatures lent me comfort.
The woods welcomed me, so long as I respected the place.

Tbc, I *want* local community. I just don't know how reasonable it is to roll the dice in the time/place I am, and moving is not yet feasible. I *am* tired of uprooting, but not sure it's safe to stay where we are.

I'm so sorry, but it actually works the other way around.
We're twice as much older. :(

I haven't seen any conversation about how to make local community when you're actually afraid of your neighbors. The posts I usually see are about a general social anxiety, and not "I am afraid my neighbors may be transphobes".
The small town I grew up in ran me out for my religion and being queer

Bsky is... not fun.
I know the world is on fire, but we're going to need to remember what we want and what's good about being alive.
Just reacting to horror ain't it.

Cover for a book titled Network Analysis for Book Historians: Digital Labour and Data Visualization Techniques

Super excited to share that my book on network analysis and visualization as a method for book history will be out soon!! It's basically a how-to-start guide for book historians interested in networks 😃 www.arc-humanities.org/978180270268...

#dh #bookhistory #firstbook #medievalsky

shoutout to horny elves

Imagine making up a "field of study" to avoid admitting they just have rich dads

Spineless. Yelling at Nazis is the LEAST anyone could do.

chasing bigotries is just a total political dead end. okay, today’s it is trans people. tomorrow it is black people in positions of influence. then it’s immigrants and refugees and so on and so forth.

There have been people less than helpful in my journey here. I wanted to acknowledge those too, bc I know I am not unique in this experience. No thank you to the physics study assoc that made me sing songs about how women couldn't study physics without sleeping with the professor, the day I stepped into university life. No thank you to the 5th year physics student that decided to assign me a stripper name within the first minute of meeting me in the physics coffee corner in my first year. No thank you to the technician that was responsible for onboarding me on the use of the cluster in my third year who raised his eyebrows and asked me if that meant I was some sort of computer girl. No thank you to the senior researcher that sent me utterly inappropriate texts after a conference, then proceeded to apologise months later by telling me they had not been meant for me anyway so no hard feelings remain hopefully And no thank you to him for attending every conference I've been to since. No thank you to the people who told me that it was surprising that I was doing a PhD since I was a girl. No thank you to the man who mistook me for a coffee lady at a conference, and after having to correct him two times that I did not work there, responded with you should consider it. No thank you to the researcher that asked me what I was wearing underneath my outfit during a conference. No thank you to the physicist who declared to a room full of other physicists that biologists don't know how to design an experiment. No thank you to the people who have called me scary instead of strong and intimidating instead of intelligent. And finally, no thank you to the exec board of the TU Delft, whose knee-jerk reaction to being held up a mirror about the social safety at the university, was to sue the party holding up the mirror instead of looking at the problems they highlighted. ... You have made me feel like I do not belong in science & I cannot forgive you for that.

A friend included this anti-acknowledgement section on her PhD thesis. She also added the proposition: “Systematic bullying and undermining of girls and women in STEM starts early on and is the reason why they do not stay in science and related fields.”
Absurd we still need to go through this
🧪👩‍🔬

Gfys

People of Greenland are protesting the forced removal of their children In cases of forced removals of children, Danish authorities do not sufficiently consider how culturally different the people of Greenland are.

“Five to six times more Inuit children are placed in out of home care compared to Danish children. They are often placed in Danish homes with minimum contact to their Inuit parents.”
polarjournal.net/people-of-gr...

Also: Does anyone know how easy/difficult it is for Murcans to get vaccines in Canada?

Writing a folk song. What rhymes with "an acceleration cult has become the feds and is gettin' ready to kill us all"?

This event has cleared my skin, found my missing sock, and rid me of malevolent demons. Do recommend 💜🖤💜