doe @exiliaex@masto.anarch.cc

getting mad at the human supremacists today

dune 2 is definitely better than the first but it still leaves me with relatively little to think about by its end, none of its messiah and power problematics feel juicy enough and none of its visuals have that psychedelic edge that i feel like spice should lend itself towards.

Those Who Walk Away From Omelas is a revelation of the sacrificial-machine as the self-legitimating center point for justice (or any other concept that works to transform acts of subjectivities, individuals and institutions into something that's "for the good of the whole")

our dog is getting dementia and nights are getting harder for her :c

what i think i sounded like: "well you see like, there are characteristics and then there are extrinsic relations, right? and each set of extrinsic relations composes you as a power and part of a power, right?"

what i sounded like to the auto-transcript-generator:

one of the questions they asked was "who are you" and i swear to god i rambled for minutes trying to answer it

yesterday a friend came over and interviewed me about my crows for their class

The Curse is genuinely one of the best and most horrifying shows i've ever watched

@lethargilistic but there's no way to associate a fedi account to a twitter account, for example. no way to use fedi as the home client for multiple social media.

my problem is that i just don't want to open twitter anymore but i don't want to be disconnected from certain people over there who are not interested in moving to a "confusing and buggy" website like fediverse instances

what i'm saying is let me curate a perfect feed from twitter without making me go to twitter

like without those websites starting to use federated technology, yknow?

i wish there was a fediverse instance that let me like, API-connect to other social media sites so i could choose to get a stream of my other site's feeds and could interact through the fediverse posting on the other social media site.

I also really loved this bit about their family's morning ritual and the author's transforming relationship to that ritual

(I can't fit this bit into text so here's some screenshots)

okay i just wanna share a couple bits... like this bit on how the author was struggling to learn her people's language and her frustrations with it and how it helped her see the world differently

"Pages blurred and my eyes settled on a word—a verb, of course: “to be a Saturday.” Pfft! I threw down the book. Since when is Saturday a verb? Everyone knows it’s a noun. I grabbed the dictionary and flipped more pages and all kinds of things seemed to be verbs: “to be a hill,” “to be red,” “to be a long sandy stretch ofbeach,” and then my finger rested on wiikwegamaa: “to be a bay.”

“Ridiculous!” I ranted in my head. “There is no reason to make it so complicated. No wonder no one speaks it. A cumbersome language, impossible to learn, and more than that, it’s all wrong. A bay is most definitely a person, place, or thing—a noun and not a verb.” I was ready to give up. I’d learned a few words, done my duty to the language that was taken from my grandfather. Oh, the ghosts of the missionaries in the boarding schools must have been rubbing their hands in glee at my frustration. “She’s going to surrender,” they said.

And then I swear I heard the zap of synapses firing. An electric current sizzled down my arm and through my finger, and practically scorched the page where that one word lay. In that moment I could smell the water of the bay, watch it rock against the shore and hear it sift onto the sand. A bay is a noun only if water is dead. When bay is a noun, it is defined by humans, trapped between its shores and contained by the word. But the verb wiikwegamaa—to be a bay —releases the water from bondage and lets it live. “To be a bay” holds the wonder that, for this moment, the living water has decided to shelter itself between these shores, conversing with cedar roots and a flock of baby mergansers. Because it could do otherwise—become a stream or an ocean or a waterfall, and there are verbs for that, too. To be a hill, to be a sandy beach, to be a Saturday, all are possible verbs in a world where everything is alive. Water, land, and even a day, the language a mirror for seeing the animacy of the world, the life that pulses through all things, through pines and nuthatches and mushrooms. This is the language I hear in the woods; this is the language that lets us speak of what wells up all around us. And the vestiges of boarding schools, the soap-wielding missionary wraiths, hang their heads in defeat."

i didn't even know it was spoken so highly about when i bought it. but right after i bought it i happened across so many different people, both in my day to day life and online who were praising it

i've started the book Braiding Sweetgrass and i totally get why everyone speaks so highly of it

today, on my way to the grocery store, i watched a crow i wasn't familiar with taking mcdonalds french fries and stuffing them in the hole of some construction machinery

@agreedyboi my crows do a little bit of "sort-by-size" with food. if they pick up big pieces first they can't close their beaks enough to pick up smaller pieces. so they'll try and fail and then they'll drop the big pieces and start with the smaller and try again its SO CUTE