Celebrate those who have given love and worke to make the worlde a bettir place, wyth litel or no consideracioun of what thei koude gayne. Celebrate those who bringe beautye to lyfe yn small or big wayes. Celebrate those who have given you care and given care to othirs. And hope fiercelye.
Hello friends - I’m joining the Walk for a Healthy Community in May - with donations going to support the SMM food bank in Wilkinsburg. We serve 300+ food insecure families in our neighborhood each month. Thank you for helping if you can! secure.walkforahealthycommunity.org/p2p/fundrais...
A man sitting at a working desk, in 1540 setting, with a drinking cup, a few books, a writing desk with paper sheets, and lots of more details.
Working the morning shift as a scholar in 1540, a browser tab and a word document opened on two screens, other needed texts opened and handy, an overfull mail account nearby, and a hot beverage in reach to make for the best working condition. Bonus: wearing a thinking hat. #academicchatter
Admiring how we, as a species, seem to enjoy crunching the icy edge of an old pile of snow with the tip of our shoes. Everyone at the bus stop seems to be independently and voluntarily doing this. How lovely.
오이를 서리하는 고슴도치 민화랑 비슷하네요. 귀여움.
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What a lovely face!
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illustration of a cute brown bear in yellow wizards clothing holding its arms out over a bubbling black cauldron filled with soup. around the bear and cauldron float pieces of corn, broccoli, mushrooms, carrots, tomato, peas, pepper, and spinach. magical sparkles are also around the floating food, so you know it's magical. under the cauldron are the words "cooking is magic"
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Having quite the sad time of it. Hug the ones you love.
We should embrace the term "neighbor" when referring to folks, even when they don't literally live next to you.
I walked into a bar with my pet salamander. The bartender said, "He's cute. What's his name?"
"I call him Tiny.", I replied.
"Why do you call him Tiny?"
"Because he's my newt."
Men who look upon themselves born to reign, and others to obey, soon grow insolent; selected from the rest of mankind their minds are early poisoned by importance; and the world they act in differs so materially from the world at large, that they have but little opportunity of knowing its true interests, and when they succeed to the government are frequently the most ignorant and unfit of any throughout the dominions.
Common Sense, published 250 years ago today.
What a world huh Lemon it’s still struggling to be born
Sometimes all you can do is make the world 0.0000000000001% less awful by being a good person and it feels very meaningless but it’s also the only thing that really matters
going beastmode (curling up sleepily in my soft little den)
Everything not saved will be lost. —Nintendo "Quit Screen" message
As the year end draws near remember this.
The headliner game on Sunday Night Football is Steelers/Ravens. Apparently the NFL enjoys slammed door farce.
XII GET DRUNK! One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without ceasing. But what with? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk. And if, at some time, on the steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking up when drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, a star, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply: 'It is time to get drunk! So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose!'
Baudelaire for the end of the year
scrooge boopin' a little muppet mouse on the nose while souls text reads "MEESES CHEESED"
i had to drop what i was doing to make this
On the Fifth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me
FIVE GOLD RINGS
But they were all of them deceived, for another Ring was made
In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master Ring, to control all others
Neither is Ozymandias.
Writing is thinking, and if I asked a GenAI chatbot to write the thing I was vaguely thinking when I stated, I wouldn’t have thought about the things I thought about while I was writing the thing I eventually wrote?
What a good feeling it is, being kind to our neighbors.
La Gourmandine donates a ton of food to groups and causes that need it and I love them for it very dearly. It's extremely awesome to be able to give people fancy pastries.
Also no apostrophe to suggest the kingdom belongs to Santa may suggest that there is a kingdom populated with many Santas
