A cranky biologist who means well. My hobbies include long walks off short piers and anything science related.

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Cake day: June 25th, 2023

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  • Here’s how I think about it lately.

    Just because society is falling apart, that doesn’t mean my social life needs to suck.

    Nothing ever ends really, not until the last hominid gasps her last breath (and even then evolution may try again with other uplift eligible species).

    Someone is going to live through this great upheaval. I predict it will be those who can build and keep good real-life networks of family, friends and general acquaintances.

    Let it all burn down. I will sit by the fire with those in whom I see the image of the beloved.



  • I posted this because I am personally invested in the idea that we, the people, must become our own media.

    We know we cannot rely on corporate owned media to work in our collective interests. Yet they will remain because they are useful to the ruling class.

    I know lemmy is full of special people ;) but I have been impressed by the level of media savvy on display.

    How do we improve the quality of our information diets in the face of blatant propaganda? It has become so obvious to many people, now.











  • SafeRent was a giant piece of shit before “AI”. I tried to rent a place 15 years ago that used them. The report returned several serious felonies committed over years by another person with an only vaguely similar name who lived in a state I had never even visited.

    The leasing office people admitted that the report was transparently bogus, but they still had orders to deny all housing to negative reports.

    My only recourse at the time was to lock my record so they won’t issue reports in my name at all. I now ask right up front who a renter uses for screening and they get a vigorous ‘nope’ if they use SafeRent.

    Fsck SafeRent!


  • I’m such a prude about this kind of thing. I have plenty of miles on my sex-odometer but still can’t or won’t do the degradation-talk thing.

    A friend and I were trying to find a new song to work on performing together. We found a good sound with “Piss up a rope” by Ween, but I just couldn’t get any vocal punch on the line that advises the big booty beyatch to commence sucking. Like my autonomic nervous system wouldn’t let my diaphragm work properly.

    Yet I am filthy in my casual speech among friends? It’s not speaking of sex acts that make me go cold, it’s specifically the degradation talk that my whole system seems to rebel against.

    My poor lovers, it’s probably like receiving kind and gentle directions to perform filthy acts on my body directly from Fred Rogers.




  • I’m living on an old farm with lots of junk.

    So naturally I am building an 8 foot tall wind-driven kinetic sculpture of a Wendigo.

    I bought a welder and a cutoff saw. All the materials are retrieved from the trash gully that every respectable high desert property must have.

    It’s a form of cope and even ritual magic for me. Embody the spirit of hoarding and greed so it is vulnerable and can be imprisoned, that sort of vibe.

    It will take all winter to finish it. The rebar armature is flexible and bobs in the wind. I will add sun bleached oak branches to give it flesh.


  • I recommend you try gaffer tape instead of duct tape.

    Advantages:

    • Remains flexible and removable forever.
    • Looks nicer, a cool matte black or manynother colors.

    Where I get off making this recommendation:

    I needed a light-excluding bellows for a photographic project. I made one using black illustration stock and gaffer tape. It worked extremely well on the first version and held up to hundreds of cycles of extension/compression. My application was sensitive to pinhole light leakage and there was none.

    It would have lasted longer but that was the end of that project.

    My two cents. I love DIY stuff!