Me learning about the aggressive devaluation of the humanities/social theory and the pressure put on faculty to rapidly produce only quantitative empirical work that rakes in grant money in order to get/keep their jobs
everyone's too sane on here, I need more ClubChalamets
Thanks!!
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social Do you happen to know who wrote this? I've loved this poem for years, but I've never been able to find its author
These two words actually changed my brain chemistry
how it feels being a phd student knowing that by the time I become a professor there will be nothing I can do to stop my students from using AI to generate every thought for them and I'm doomed to a lifetime of reading chatgpt essays
Tag urself🤣🤣
They're both drag queens 😊
I love them so much. I could cry.
#TeamKyran watching this week's episode #DragRaceUK
#TeamKyran ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Forever in love with Symone
me spending all day making a spreadsheet of the demographic info of every single queen from every single franchise
Follow-up: Are you in public or in private?
When you're in the car are you outside or inside?
What the Living Do Marie Howe, 1998 Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won't work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber but I still haven't called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It's winter again: the sky's a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through the open living-room windows because the heat's on too high in here and I can't turn it off. For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,
I've been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve, I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it. Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning. What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss —we want more and more and then more of it.
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless: I am living. I remember you.
"What the Living Do" by Marie Howe, 1998 🤍
maggot sinspon
These are mine!
Ooh I wanna do this!
Well, yes!
The Thing Is Ellen Bass, 2002 to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weighs you down like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say yes, I will take you I will love you, again.
Ellen Bass #poemoftheday
Utopia
the world if tr*mp had been *ss*ssinated in 2016
YES
the depression/bipolar + adhd combo makes me forget entire chapters of my life but also what I ate for breakfast this morning
The finger at the bottom made me giggle I fear
There's a glitch where it sometimes says "Invalid Handle" when you look at someone's username so that might be why you can't find them through the search function
Thank you
I've actually only ever seen it outside the US 💀