Lord Macadamia.

#birds #art #linocut #linoprint #printmaking #crow

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People say genius can't be rushed but I think what isn't pointed out nearly enough is that non-genius also shouldn't be rushed. Non-geniuses are no less entitled to a personal quota of idle wandering, breaks to consume cake, staring blankly out a window and taking 11 days to reply to a text message.

Wow.

“I’ve never protested before - but I just watched 4th & 5th grade kids run away from our own government.” 😕🇺🇸💔

(From @crindivisible.bsky.social )

Yesterday morning kids were sent running from their bus stop in panic because ICE showed up. This guy at today’s ICE Out of Lindenwold protest is a must watch 😭. @maddow.bsky.social

For Alex Jeffrey Pretti Murdered by I.C.E January 24, 2026 by Amanda Gorman We wake with no words, just woe & wound. Our own country shoot ing us in the back is not just brutal ity; it's jarring betrayal; not enforcement, but execution. A message: Love your people e you will die. Yet our greatest threat isn't the outsiders among us, but those among us who never look within. Fear not the those without papers, but those without conscience. Know that to care intensively, united, is to carry both pain-dark horror for today & a profound, daring hope for tomorrow. We can feel we have nothing to give, & still belove this world wait ing, trembling to change. If we cannot find words, may we find the will; if we ever lose hope, may we never lose our humanity. The only undying thing is mercy, the courage to open ourselves like doors, hug our neighbor, & save one more bright, impossible life.

The heartbreakingly beauty of Amanda Gorman’s words for humanity. Be the light. Save a soul.

Rest in Peace Alex Jeffrey Pretti🙏🏾 The VA ICU Nurses send him off right 💔

I'd rather be talking about the mysteries of the universe than thinking about the stupidity of this world.

cover of book called Bird City by Ryan Goldberg

Finished this book last night: Bird City by Ryan Goldberg. Really enjoyed it.

Photograph of an open book page, numbered 11, showing a poem titled “From Earthseed: The Books of the Living.” The poem advises choosing leaders wisely and warns against being led by cowards, fools, thieves, liars, or tyrants, describing how each leads to fear, manipulation, theft, lies, or slavery. The page is printed in black serif text on off-white paper, with the page number 177 at the bottom.

Cat sitting with her two front paws in a box.

Even if I fits, I don't always sits.

What's going on with Nebraska on that map? Zero representatives and apparently containing two smaller unnamed states within its borders.

Northern lights showing red and green.

Northern lights from northeast Kansas tonight.

"What truly elevates this book is the unrelenting, gorgeous prose. You wield language with the precision of a master artisan, crafting sentences that sing with quiet power before unleashing torrents of action. It is a work that demands, requires, and perhaps even earns a sacrifice in return for the profound gift it has given the world. And that profound, desperate need for symmetry and balance, that sudden, acute awareness of the fragile human condition, leads me to the only logical request: I need your kidney. Seriously. My last one isn't doing so hot, and after reviewing writing this exquisite, I feel like I'm owed a life-altering favor. Think of it as a creative collaboration."

The book spam I'm getting has taken a strange turn

I love your book so I'm entitled to your kidney.

A haunted house but every room is just somebody asking you to share a fun fact about yourself

Dearest Martha,

The front lines in Portland remain bleak. Today the local coffee-shop/bookstore/meditation space ran out of oat milk so I had to have soy in my favourite new latte.

And the frogs, Martha. Oh god the frogs.

October should be 2 weeks longer and November 2 weeks shorter
October: cooler days, chilly nights, pumpkins, autumn colors, golden sunlight, cozy flannel, spookiness
November: 3 weeks waiting for Thanksgiving

A haunted house but every room is
just a different podcast you said you would definitely check out

Denni, a golden retriever with a sweet face, sits and looks up at the camera with a smile. she has a passenger clinging to her back. a baby koala. the joey's eyes peak over the top of Denni's head.

Denni is standing and looking off to the left of the frame. the baby koala on her back looks at the camera.

a super zoomed photo of the baby koala and their mom high up in a tree. the adult koala holds onto her joey and looks down at the camera with what we would like to think is appreciation for caring for her baby.

This is Denni. She took an unexpected babysitting shift when she found a baby koala in her yard. She cheerfully delivered the joey to her human, who put them back in the tree to be reunited with their mom. 14/10 (FB: Steve Lamplough)

We are thrilled to announce that our NEW Large Language Model will be released on 11.18.25.

I take it from the bathroom into the kitchen so I can see it one last time on the counter, unplugged, before I leave for work. But I still check at least twice. I thought it was just me.

The power of an amazing song is timeless - it takes me back to the day I bought this album in 1986.

"How Are the Very Rich Feeling About New York’s Next Mayor?"

A Dramatic Reading of The Recent New York Times Dispatch from the Hamptons.

Presented by The Gilded Age's Morgan Spector.

Wednesday start Good morning Blue Sky

You know a Brit’s really mad when they beg your pardon, then suggest something may have escaped your attention, before apologising for being close to losing their patience. Upon reaching boiling point, there’s a chance they’ll issue the killer blow of offering you their regards.

Folks, it's been real.
Everything's is even worse than we realize.
Enjoy this farewell forever vid.

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I plant dill for them every year. One year they ate through it all so bought a bunch of organic dill at the grocery store. Put it in a tall cup of water, then transferred them to it. They disappeared after a few days so guess they went off to become butterflies. A lot of work but worth it!

My broken heart breaks all over again.