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spreadeagled? umm... so anyway being too good plagues some of the artisanal fields. like production pottery can't look too clean or people won't believe it's hand made and won't buy. this leads to some studios purposely adding drips, cracks, etc.

the horns of a dilemma on which I often myself awkwardly spreadeagled are the desire for abstract perfection vs. the empty sterility of achieving it: consider making music by sketching out ideal sine waves only to find the pure notes thin and unsatisfying, or digitally "painting" directly with RGB triples and ending up with lifeless areas of flat color, unblemished but also uninteresting.

if you want to make something meaningful you've gotta add noise! you've gotta add dirt! you've gotta add cracks and distortion and echoes and the tarnished patina of a decade of sun-bleached weathering, you've gotta add fucking algae.

#art #pottery

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sorry i forgot to text you back i was scared

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tumblr says i “liked” your post, but i loved it. actually, i love you.

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I've burned my art. On the one hand it adds heavy metals to the soil, on the other, no one will see my terrible art!

#burn #art

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@argumate

Serendib Scops Owl (Otus thilohoffmanni), family Strigidae, order Strigiformes, endemic to Sri Lanka

ENDANGERED.

This owl was discovered in 2001.

photograph by Suman Saha

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*in the 2020s* he would do numbers on twitter *in the 2010s* he would get shares on his blog *in the 1990s* he would be a wiz on the multi-user dungeon *in the 1950s* he would get ratings on the television *in the 1930s* he would command the masses on the radio *in the 1880s* he would do dots and dashes on the telegram *in the 1790s* he would do arm signals on the semaphore *in the 1600s* his prints would be distributed widely *in the 1400s* he would sound the trumpet in battle *in the 700s* his words would be passed down by oral tradition *in the 300s* he would do smoke signals in the sky *in the neolithic* his artifacts would enter the archeological record *in the pliocene* his bones would be preserved in the sediment *in the mezozoic* he would do permineralization in mineral rich groundwater *in the paleoarchean* he would facilitate recombination of his genome *in the hadean* his molecules would self replicate in the early ocean *in the matter dominated era* his stellar nursery would collapse into a star and an orbiting cloud of dust *in the cosmological dark ages* quantum fluctuations in his density would form the first cosmological structures *10^-32 seconds after the big bang* his elementary particles would dominate in baryogenesis *in the plank epoch* he would do cosmic inflation in the energy dense early universe *10^-43 seconds after the big bang* he would be

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the "cultural xtianity" website not knowing what hindutva is is like par for the course I think

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just found the most fascinating anti-ai person who is only anti-ai because they make and sell the software that spambots USED to use to flood the internet with low quality SEO-bait garbage and chatgpt is putting them out of business. what a fascinating category of human to be. i had never even considered that someone had to be actually making the spambots and that they have feelings too.

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nominative determinism strikes again

likely name for a graduate student to have

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call me emily dickinson the way my dick is in your son who goes by emily now

#lmao #emily

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save me expired benzonatate

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I wish i could be an alcoholic but it doesnt really help

#unfortunately

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i am so normal

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my partner doesn’t use pet names nearly as much as i do, which is very funny because i will crack my gay little knuckles and say some shit like “good morning my sun and moon, my loveliest boy, my baby my sweetheart my darling dearest” and he will reply “hello adrian”

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This feels inappropriate to look at

#lmao #terrible #chicken #egg

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Source: Vinland Saga ヴィンランド･サガ

by Makoto Yukimura

#islands

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Consider, for example, the following situation. A characteristically modern form of social interaction, familiar from the rail and air travel industries, has become ubiquitous with the development of the call centre. Someone – an airline gate attendant, for example – tells you some bad news; perhaps you’ve been bumped from the flight in favour of someone with more frequent flyer points. You start to complain and point out how much you paid for your ticket, but you’re brought up short by the undeniable fact that the gate attendant can’t do anything about it. You ask to speak to someone who can do something about it, but you’re told that’s not company policy. The unsettling thing about this conversation is that you progressively realise that the human being you are speaking to is only allowed to follow a set of processes and rules that pass on decisions made at a higher level of the corporate hierarchy. It’s often a frustrating experience; you want to get angry, but you can’t really blame the person you’re talking to. Somehow, the airline has constructed a state of affairs where it can speak to you with the anonymous voice of an amorphous corporation, but you have to talk back to it as if it were a person like yourself. Bad people react to this by getting angry at the gate attendant; good people walk away stewing with thwarted rage, and they may give some lacerating feedback online. Meanwhile, the managers who made the decision to prioritise Gold Elite members are able to maximise shareholder value without any distractions from the consequences of their actions. They have constructed an accountability sink to absorb unwanted negative emotion.