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Scientists shouldn't have to pretend they're bringing back the dire wolf. Geneticists should be able to say "I want to make wolves larger for no reason", and we should have the resources to say "that sounds cool as hell. Here's a billion dollars"
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In the first poetry workshop I ever took my professor said we could write about anything we wanted except for two things: our grandparents and our dogs. She said she had never read a good poem about a dog. I could only remember ever reading one poem about a dog before that point—a poem by Pablo Neruda, from which I only remembered the lines “We walked together on the shores of the sea/ In the lonely winter of Isla Negra.” Four years later I wrote a poem about how when I was a little girl I secretly baptized my dog in the bathtub because I was afraid she wouldn’t get into heaven. “Is this a good poem?” I wondered. The second poetry workshop, our professor made us put a bird in each one of our poems. I thought this was unbelievably stupid. This professor also hated when we wrote about hearts, she said no poet had ever written a good poem in which they mentioned a heart. I started collecting poems about hearts, first to spite her, but then because it became a habit I couldn’t break. The workshop after that, our professor would tell us the same story over and over about how his son had died during a blizzard. He would cry in front of us. He never told us we couldn’t write about anything, but I wrote a lot of poems about snow. At the end of the year he called me into his office and said, “looking at you, one wouldn’t think you’d be a very good writer” and I could feel all the pity inside of me curdling like milk. The fourth poetry workshop I ever took my professor made it clear that poets should not try to engage with popular culture. I noticed that the only poets he assigned were men. I wrote a poem about that scene in Grease 2 where a boy takes his girlfriend to a fallout shelter and tries to get her to have sex with him by tricking her into believing that nuclear war had begun. It was the first poem I ever published. The fifth poetry workshop I ever took our professor railed against the word blood. She thought that no poem should ever have the word “blood” in it, they were bloody enough already. She returned a draft of my poem with the word blood crossed out so hard the paper had torn. When I started teaching poetry workshops I promised myself I would never give my students any rules about what could or couldn’t be in their poems. They all wrote about basketball. I used to tally these poems when I’d go through the stack I had collected at the end of each class. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 poems about basketball. This was Indiana. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I told the class, “for the next assignment no one can write about basketball, please for the love of god choose another topic. Challenge yourselves.” Next time I collected their poems there was one student who had turned in another poem about basketball. I don’t know if he had been absent on the day I told them to choose another topic or if he had just done it to spite me. It’s the only student poem I can still really remember. At the time I wrote down the last lines of that poem in a notebook. “He threw the basketball and it came towards me like the sun”
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Just saw a guy on reddit eating a hot dog but instead of a bun it was in a baked potato. I feel this is a game changer
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remembering that time i got drunk and told a guy he looked like a wrought iron gate
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"a genus of new world pigs" sounds like something rage against the machine might call the american capitalist class. but in fact it refers to the humble javelina
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"unintended factorial" jokes: tired, cliche, "punishes" people for being excited while saying a number
interpreting a hyphen used for a "to"/"through" dash as a minus sign: funny every time, there are multiple ways to reformat things to avoid the ambiguity this joke is based on
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This poll is not about whether Canada is actually part of Europe; it's asking about your instinctual perception of Canada/Canada's vibes.
We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.
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"So essentially what Star Wars to me was, a boy who is stuck at home and dreams of joining a war. And so it's like, let's tell a story of a girl who is stuck in a war and dreams of going home. It was like a mirror." - Gareth Edwards, 2023
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Come on investors, tumblr perfec t for buying with mpney investment. Very legitimate and profitable investors gain huge internet clout because good site and user base profitable for investor memes. Tumblr yes a place for investors money put money in Tumblr can trust Tumblr user for giveing good legiticmatecy. Friend Tumblr investors money
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im genuinely curious what this means
making boobs sounds with my mouth in the bed so you can hear them,
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on this verys ad horrible beautiful day april 11 or perhaps 12 please consider luc.phar.2.308-319
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hello! i am crumb cat!
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