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rhamphotheca: The Socotra Dragon Tree or Dragon Blood Tree,...
The Socotra Dragon Tree or Dragon Blood Tree, Dracaena cinnabar, is native to the Socotra archipelago in the Indian Ocean. The English name of this tree is due to the crimson red resin which is used as a dye, medicine, and in ritual magic and alchemy.
More about this species: Encyclopedia of Life
Image: Rod Waddington - Kergunyah, Australia via Wikimedia Commons
Kenneth Patchen from “Sleepers Awake”
Sarah JamisonI always thought Kenneth Patchen was totally full of shit, but also admirable in that he manages to move you WHILE you know he is full of shit.
Kenneth Patchen from “Sleepers Awake”
"WASHINGTON—More than a week after President Barack Obama’s cold-blooded killing of a local..."
- Media Having Trouble Finding Right Angle On Obama’s Double-Homicide | The Onion - America’s Finest News Source
The Left-Right Political Spectrum Is Bogus
It might be a division between social identities based on class or region or race or gender, but it is certainly not a clash between different ideas.
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This spectrum stretches from authoritarianism on the one end to authoritarianism on the other, with authoritarianism in between. It makes anything that is not that incomprehensible. It narrows all alternatives to variations on hierarchy, structures of inequality, or profoundly unjust distributions of power and wealth.
There are alternatives, and the one I would suggest is this: We should arrange political positions according to whether they propose to increase hierarchy or to dismantle it. Instead of left and right, we should be thinking about vertical versus horizontal arrangements of power and wealth.
“Reading this story is like taking a cold bath with...
Sarah JamisonIt is. I would add, "...with someone you dislike while they yell at you about what a horrible person you are."
“Reading this story is like taking a cold bath with someone you dislike.”
iraffiruse: Pizza Hamburger
Sarah JamisonIs this a thing? It should be a thing! IT SHOULD BE IN MY MOUTH RIGHT NOW
Doing research
For work/school:
For a new outfit that I want to buy:
Guzzbries
Behold, the mighty gooseberry crop! I reckon there’s about five pounds there (well, Uncle B weighed them, but I didn’t write it down. Five pounds, close enough). The little dark ones in the back are a sweet purplish dessert variety.
Uncle B says we’ll have to make a gooseberry fool. So I asked “what exactly is a fool?” And he says, “Oh, it’s something like a syllabub.”
Sigh.
Fool. Syllabub. Cranachan. Eton mess. Pavlova.
Ugh. Just give me a smoothie.
lehrenna: holmesfan: unclewhisky: hurraaid: chooky-belief: l...
“Dude I don’t know what the happened. I was robbing some and the next thing I know I’m being choked out by a that can’t use his legs…..”
Handicapable.
Just awesome
THE GUY WITH THE CAUTION WET FLOOR SIGN THOUGH. HE IS MY HERO BECAUSE HE DIDN’T EVEN STOP HE JUST GRABBED IT LIKE ‘WEAPON GET’
I like to think the clerk, the guy in the wheelchair, and wet floor sign guy started a masked crimefighter team.
somebody who can draw needs to get on that RIGHT NOW
The wet floor sign guy just totally baps the robber with his sign lol
Bees!
I bet I hoovered 150 live bees off the bedroom window Saturday morning. It started with two or three bees the day before. Then six or seven.
We’re continually being hectored about bees, how the hives are dying and we must do everything we can to make our gardens bee friendly. We were opening windows and shoo’ing them out gently at first.
Then we woke up to a bedroom full of the little bastards, and we both got stung, and it was all, fuck that noise.
We found the tiny hole in the bedroom wall they were coming out of. Things improved when we plugged it, but not completely. Four hundred year old house. Not exactly air tight.
The Council couldn’t do anything because it’s indoors (presumably in the chimney), so we got a private bee guy on the line. He got out of his van and just pointed to that ginormous swarm of bees on the chimneystack there.
Huh. We missed that somehow.
After much poking and peeking and trying to reach them with the hose we decided to leave it and see if they swarmed off of their own free will. Which they did later that night.
And that was the great Midsummer’s Day Bee Adventure.