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i'm listening to gathering moss, by robin wall kimmerer, and she is talking about a very odd job she was consigned to do, where an eccentric millionaire recuited her to consult on a "habitat restoration". when she arrives, the job they actually want her to do is to tell them how to plant mosses on the rocks in his garden. he wants it to look like a specific, beautiful wild cliff in the woods nearby, with centuries-old beds of moss growing thick and strong. she tells him it is impossible. such a thing would take decades to accomplish.
later, she is called back to look at the progress of the moss garden and is amazed by the thick, well-established mosses. how did they do it? she asks.
then they take her out to the woods and show her that they have been blasting huge chunks of rock out of the cliff, packaging them in burlap, and moving them to the owner's garden.
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applying papier mache to the homie who fell asleep on the floor during the party and then using it as a mold to make a 1-to-1 perfect silicone sculpture of him which we place on the floor and gently interlace with him so it looks like he is sleeping restfully with the yin yang of his own somnolent form lol
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Kind of this, but go into business with a mime and split the profits as they become world renowned
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If I ever turned invisible the first thing I’d do is go to France and beat up a mime. Everyone would think he is the greatest performer to ever live.
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ANDY GOLDSWORTHY, River Ice Wrapped Around a River Stone, 1992
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I needed to see this :) time to spread it to others who may need it too!
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slowly conquering the world on EU4 while downing a few early beers, very epic and cool
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Loving Vincent (2017)
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In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. -John Muir
Alaska
1940
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real and true
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if you are pro-bodily autonomy and circumcise your kids, YOU ARE ANTI-BODILY AUTONOMY
if your religion or culture requires you to circumcise your kids, YOUR RELIGION OR CULTURE IS ANTI-BODILY AUTONOMY
it's great we live in a world that is starting to take consent seriously - let's apply that consistently and stop hurting children
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I reblog the pigeon because not only is it beautiful, not only do pigeons deserve a lot of love, but I am also broke as shit and could do with a leg-up from a magic bird of my favourite variety
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reblog the money pigeon for a financially stable future
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The fact is that...
...every hangar and maintenance shop and so on has its own absurd rituals; it's just that every single hangar thinks that theirs are perfectly normal.
It's perfectly fine for our maintenance crews to mark a designated "screaming zone" outside the hangar for frustrated technicians to vent their anger into the atmosphere, with off-duty crews holding up signs to show their rating of the outburst like gymnastics judges, but if the workers two bays down have a whiteboard up with a standing tally of ghost sightings, or a taboo under pain of buying ice cream sandwiches for everyone from the base commissary of ever uttering the phrase "good as new", or a large, malformed but vaguely humanoid figure made of wreck bits called "Our Lady of Scrap Metal" to whom a sandwich must be sacrificed every new moon, well, that's just plain absurd, and frankly makes you doubt their degree of professionalism.
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Fallen in love with this place, this swooningly picturesque gothic ruin, a true green chapel cloaked in ivy, on the hill among the woods.
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