“The Saint Heron Library is home to our archival collection of primarily rare, out of print, and 1st edition titles by Black & brown authors, poets, & artists,” she captioned on Instagram.
Throughout time, when certain aspects of physical media aren’t accessible, a digital archive library is crucial in a society driven by fast-paced media consumption, where the depth and nuance of marginalized voices can easily be overlooked or forgotten.
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In our digital age, where much of our interaction with media is limited to clicks and reposts, Knowles’ digital archive provides a safe space for scholarly and artistic work that might otherwise be lost. Saint Heron’s library aims to foster a space where the wisdom and creativity of these “great minds” can thrive, supported by an infrastructure that champions preservation and accessibility.
The library will not only serve as a place of significant works but also act as a catalyst for more conversations around artists, scholars and enthusiasts. “As the market and demand for these books, zines, and catalogues rises, we would like to play a small part in creating free access to the expansive range of critical thought and expression by these great mindsss,” Knowles said.
A cat is a small creature in the middle of the food chain that is fully aware that you are a very large thing that could stomp its head in at any moment and yet it chooses to rest its tiny little head on your leg for a nap and spreads out on the floor near you exposing its belly and its most sensitive organs. It brings dead mice and bugs to you to share food.
Don’t you get it? This tiny thing trusts you. It wants to help you too. It licks your leg thinking that it’s helping. It kneads on you to find comfort. It shares its body warmth with you in the cold and gives you your space in the heat. It hisses at other mammals it sees outside including other cats in an effort to protect its family.
Cats love you so so much. But they will keep trying to eat plastic.
If you are on the autism spectrum (which is highly genetic) then you are more likely to experience pain during a pregnancy.
Tylenol is the safest painkiller to take when pregnant, so that’s the one you take.
Therefore the autism causes the Tylenol consumption, not the other way around.
Oh god is this the newest stupid thing about this
The article I read about this was hilarious because they still really didn’t want to say the (still weirdly taboo) thing of “if your child is autistic they probably inherited from you. Because you are also autistic.” so they were just like. “autism is genetic. People with certain conditions tend to experience more pain in pregnancy. People with those conditions are more likely to have autistic children. Also remember autism is genetic.” like they’re dropping hints to the protagonist of a point and click murder mystery.
I’m reminded of that one post where a guy said put a sparkly pink unicorn sticker on the best forklift in the warehouse, and confirmed that it is indeed always available for him to use now.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. This is 100% true.
I was employed at a workshop and somehow, every time I needed it, the 5.0 allen wrench was missing from its dedicated places. That was why I ordered a set of allen wrenches just for myself. And since I’m a horrible queer and also a huge fan of color coding I ordered the rainbow allen wrench set. Nobody ever touched it, not a single one went missing. Ever. You couldn’t find my colleagues dead with them in their hands. One time someone even refused to use them after looking for his set and finding it missing.
Seriously, there’s nobody as insecure as a middle-aged man working in maintenance.
I <3 my wasps... The ladies do a great job of patrolling my veggies
Obligatory reminder that I am Some Rando on the internet, not an entomologist and you should exercise caution trying out ANY Advice you fine online.
Wasps in general are great at protecting crops because wasps are carnivores: bees get their protein from pollen, most wasps get it from the flesh of smaller insects, worms, and and foodscraps humans leave out. Most paper wasp nests are founded by a single queen who got pregnant in the fall, buried herself over winter, and woke up in spring to give birth to a squadron of grubs, all of which she needs to stuff meat into to they can grow up to be good helpers for the army of wasps she and her daughters are going to produce. The individual gender and generational dynamics of different types of wasps are fascinating and I highly reccomend reading up on them, but the net result is that if you can get a colony of wasps to establish in your yard, you garden will be the FIRST place they go looking for snacks.
The wasps do not know the fried chicken crumbs are from the humans, and may or may not actually possess a sense of social reciprocity, so you have to deploy the fried chicken bits STRATEGICALLY. I wait until I see the firsts wasp queens coming out of the ground from hibernation, get a bucket of fried chicken, enjoy it, and then leave a handful of cumbs and bones with shreds of meat on them in a less-traversed corner of the yard (off the ground so the dogs don't eat them and give me vet bills from hell). I only do this for like, a week, maximum, because I don't want to be feeding the wasps. I want to make the emerging queens think that my yard is a good place to build a nest, and then cut her off so she starts eating the aphids. During this time, I rigorously patrol the yard (walk around the house when i go to get the mail) and knock down nests in unsuitable locations- anywhere high-traffic (Like right next to the garage door or inside the mailbox) or structurally unstable (On a bare and skinny elderberry branch that would snap as soon as their was any real weight on it). Nests that are in safe-for-humans-and-dogs locations are allowed to stay.
The only non-nest-establishment time I deploy fried chicken is when I'm going to be doing something in the yard that the wasps will be interested in but not helpful during, like painting or dyeing projects. Then I will set out a broken-up piece of fried chicken on the far side of the yard from where I will be working at least 20 minutes before I start, and that holds their attention nicely. This also works for picnics- put a piece of meat on a far table BEFORE you start setting up and that will hold the attention of any wasps in the area while you eat. I go out and get any leftovers after sunset when they've gone to bed.
The wasps DO know the humans are not a threat by the humans not acting like threats. If you have wasps established in an area where they are On Alert and you don't want to/can't remove the nest, this is what you do:
- walk by normally as though the wasps aren't there. Wasps read human body language remarkably well and ignoring them signals that you are not about to rip the nest open.
- If a wasp flies up into your immediate proximity, hold still or keep walking as you were. DO NOT jerk away suddenly or try to swat it. The wasp is probably just confused by the patterns of your graphic t-shirt or the smell of your deodorant. Give it like two seconds to eyeball you and it will leave, as well as relay the fact that you're not going to be a problem to the other wasps.
- If a wasp lands on you, wait for it to leave or use the paper-and-cup method to remove it from your person. Sometimes they want to hang out, and once you've learned to not panic about Wasps, having one hang out on your sleeve or hat is NBD.
-If you accidentally squish a wasp, Calmly leave the area immediately, go wash your hands and anything that touched the dead wasp, and wait at least 20 minutes before returning to the location of the dead wasp. The body of the dying wasp produces a pungent "ALERT! SOME FUCKER HAS KILLED ME!!" chemicals and that puts all wasps in the area n high alert. Running makes them think you're the aggressor and they'll defend the nest with a strong offense. walking calmly away, washing he alarm chemicals off and waiting for things to calm down will prevent you from getting on your local nest's shit list.
-Try to avoid eating bananas, wearing anything Banana Scented or using Suave-Brand Shampoo/banana boat sunscreen as those scents are extremely similar to the "ALERT! THERE'S A HOMICIDAL MANIAC!!" chemicals.
And that's it! Prevent wasps from establishing nests in risky areas, stay calm when approached and try to not smell like a corpse and you will get along great!
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I’m sorry, is this… Is this implying there’s no DYE in that rug? All raw wool in its natural colours? She fucking bred the sheep to get the colours she wanted over the course of ten years!? Holy shit.
Edit: this has gotten a huge amount of traction (fibrearts tumblr is a, uh, tight-knit community it seems!) so I am adding this note to state that I checked Lola Cody’s website and can confirm: There is no dye in her work. She uses exclusively hand-spun Churro wool sheared from her home-raised sheep flock. It’s all natural colours!
I can confirm that there is no dye in any Navajo Rugs made in the traditional way
I watched my grandma weave rugs when I was little—seeing it here is heartwarming
It’s incredible. She talks in the video about breeding the colors in her own flock.
one of my favourite things about Scotland is how often normal everyday folks actually blame the right people when things are shit
taxi driver today told me about his broken hip and how he’s going to be waiting years for replacement surgery and I braced myself for the inevitable “public healthcare bad” but then he just went “fuckin Tories” and I was like oh right, I’m back in Scotland where people understand it’s the fuckin Tories
Slumber was a performance/installation: whenever it was shown, the artist lived in the gallery, weaving
during the day and sleeping with an EEG machine recording her Rapid Eye Movement (REM) at night.
The REM is an analogue to Antoni’s dreams, and she weaves this pattern into the blanket that covers her
bed while she sleeps. In this piece, an uneasy truce exists between contemporary medical technology,
ancient myths of weaving and the mysterious world of dreams.
Okay but the best part of this is that this is an exhibition of corvid behavior called “companion calling.” A lot of the time when you hear crows in different areas around you cawing, what they’re essentially saying is “hi! I’m over here and I’m okay! How are you?” Or perhaps a little like “MARCO!” to prompt their friends to reply “POLO!”
If one of the crow family that nests across the street from my house companion calls for the others and doesn’t get a reply, it will fly off towards the last place it heard from them in order to go find its family.
It really is just them saying, “You all right, love? I’m all right,” and people do the same thing, so this crow is literally just adapting their companion calls to the others around them.
