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does anyone else have this sort of feeling? like, when being with two other people, i mean. the night of, it can feel all super intimate and like having the two best friends ever who are also very attractive and make you feel nice, and then falling to sleep is so warm / usually has some quiet conversations and bonding. waking up, though, it's like that all disappears and you're alone in the bed, like, even though they're both still there, it has that a sort of...
this thing is a long thing, not a short thing, or a brief thing, but a long thing. a fun thing, and a long thing.
(that is to say, 12:00 long / probably telephone-prohibitive)
Stella Benson markov chains (courtesy of project gutenberg)
"She found she had kicked aside the snare now, and flakes of ashy petticoat, and the dreams."
"Only her Homeric laughter, and a table in an exercise-book, always eventually mislaid."
"Her regulation witch's hat was not nearly as big as his future."
"The green sea, shining in the bosom of the inn, craning extravagantly from the weariness of a grey slate view."
"To-night, the moon, the wind, something of this house is Living Alone."
there's this hovering malaise
a sort of ceiling made from pudding
and on a good day, when i'm feeling, i slowly rise towards it. an upper limit to free breathing and freedom of movement
and at that cut-off i'll slowly sink into it and everything goes dark and suffocating and every movement sluggish and the only thing to do is to drop back down again, the whole way down, hit the floor and be reminded what pain is
and at some point all the energy will be gone, won't it? stuck there looking up
"Before the war at a luncheon party like this people would have said precisely the same things but they would have sounded different, because in those days they were accompanied by a sort of humming noise, not articulate, but musical, exciting, which changed the value of the words themselves."
"nothing was different save only here I listened with all my ears not entirely to what was being said, but to the murmur or current behind it. Yes, that was it—the change was there."
"Nothing was changed;"
"A woman in the village, that was before this war began said to me one day, they used to laugh gayly before the war she meant 1914 war and since then they have not laughed, they seem to enjoy themselves but they do not laugh, she wondered was it that they had forgotten or that you did not laugh, perhaps she said if there is a whole generation that never heard of war they will laugh. Perhaps not, she said, she realised that it might never again happen that any one would really laugh."
not been writing so much recently, just lots and lots of things going on and feeling a little stagnate.
hoping things will quiet down soon..
An RSS renaissance?
Maybe the only thing holding back RSS (or that set it back) is a serious lack of good RSS reader options.
And I'm sick of hearing how great Google Reader was, as if that can never be achieved again. And fuck Google anyway.
So, yeah. Someone build that nice and usable RSS reader already.
I use an old version of Reeder for macOS, but it's not great.
One thing I've learned as a Filipina American in corporate life is to speak in my soft voice and frame my solutions as questions. If I start strong with a solution to deaf ears, any point after that is seen as defensive. This isn't true in all cases, but it makes every day fucking exhausting.
Shoutout those who put through FOSTA/SESTA - here's a big bag of dicks love from all of us at Switter We've just hit 70,000 members
why are reusable glass bottles not more a thing? like, walk in the store with a bottle and fill it up with shampoo from the shampoo dispenser. save companies on packaging and bulk shipping, save people on buying the packaging over and over and over, and save everyone from having plastic containers all over the place...
seriously i was just looking at the empty bottle of this drink i bought and i saw all the supply chains, manufacturing, and R&D that went into it, and i boggled
where *am* i
what *are* people
fun with global words:
Saudade: (Portuguese) a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia, especially with reference to songs or poetry, that is supposedly characteristic of the Portuguese or Brazilian temperament.
desiderare, Italian verb. From an alteration of the older disiderare, from Latin dēsīderāre, present active infinitive of dēsīderō (“long for, desire, feel the want of, miss, regret”).