viam faciam (2016)

the Stars Not Where They Seemed or Were Calculated to be (but Nobody Need Worry)

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2021-04-22 12:10:20

    To: H.R. Haldeman From: Bill Safire July 18, 1969 IN EVENT OF MOON DISASTER:

    Fate has ordained that the men who went to the moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to rest in peace.  These brave men, Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin, know that there is no hope for their recovery.  But they also know that there is hope for mankind in their sacrifice.

    These two men are laying down their lives in mankind’s most noble goal: the search for truth and understanding.  They will be mourned by their families and friends; they will be mourned by their nation; they will be mourned by the people of the world; they will be mourned by a Mother Earth that dared send two of her sons into the unknown.

    In their exploration, they stirred the people of the world to feel as one; in their sacrifice, they bind more tightly the brotherhood of man.  In ancient days, men looked at stars and saw their heroes in the constellations.  In modern times, we do the same, but our heroes are epic men of flesh and blood.

    Others will follow, and surely find their way home.  Man’s search will not be denied.  But these men were the first, and they will remain foremost in our hearts.  For every human being who looks up at the moon in the nights to come will know that there is some corner of another world that is forever mankind.


    The President should phone each of the widows-to-be.


    A clergyman should adopt the same procedure as a burial at sea, commending their souls to “the deepest of the deep,” concluding with the Lord’s Prayer.


    It’s a unique kind of pleasure to look back six or seven years in one’s social media history and discover that one’s younger self posted cool things, had neat opinions about unexpected subjects, and was genuinely the sort of person that one likes.  This was one of my favorite autoanthropological discoveries, although being reminded about Hildegard von Bingen was a close second.


    No more E.A.Wallis Budge.

    Society has progressed past the need for E.A.Wallis Budge.


    #note that was excellent for his time #but we’ve learned a bit more since then

    Nope, he wasn't that great during his time either. You read papers from that time and they vaguely mention him in the sense of 'yes, Budge was the one to take this from Egypt as part of X deal with the Egyptian government' but his scholarship is rarely remarked on. We've also moved on leaps and bounds since 1920.


    the most insane part of this is tgis person is almost certainly just bold faced lying? because the trial isnt actually fully “over,” the jurors wouldnt have internet access yet. like. whats happening here. is this person just lying about being a juror in the chauvin trial for clout


    it was literally a school debate trial you dork ass losers.


    Love how neurotypicals will be like “there’s not a lot of noise in here you shouldn’t be getting so stressed” when the TV is on, I can hear a phone playing music in the bathroom, A twelve year old is playing on his phone on the couch near me, clicking a pen, and an eight year old is playing with LEGO at the coffee table, all the while I’m listening for the 2 year old who is asleep upstairs


    Neurotypicals think the ability to tune out unimportant background noises is the same as it actually being quiet


    this post is great bc I usually work in an office, which, to a casual observer, is just a quiet room where lots of people sit in silence and work, right? wrong, because at the office, in that “quiet” room, I have to deal with:

    • the distant chatter of people in the hallways or across the room
    • the hushed chatter of people near me as they have conversations
    • people standing directly behind my chair if they have to discuss something with a neighbour
    • people standing up and doing stretching exercises regularly in my peripheral vision
    • air conditioning switching on and off, causing changes in temperature and making humming noises
    • people wearing perfume or body spray
    • people eating and drinking at their desks near me
    • people taking their lunch break in the room and talking
    • people gathering their bags to get up and leave for their lunch break or to go home at the end of the day

    and all of these things are absolutely excruciating! I’ve had to leave the room multiple times just to sit in the bathroom and cry because of how overstimulated I am!

    I’ve been working from home for the past year because of covid and I cannot express how much more relaxed I feel and how much easier it is to get my work done without the constant sensory overload. I just cannot function well in an environment like that with so many little things going on in the background


    And when you tell them about they say “Well just block it out.” Like…If I had the capacity to do that, this wouldn’t be a problem.


    If you want to put it in a context they understand, this has worked for me several times: 

    One of the reasons that new parents, and parents of young children in general, get so fucking tired is that they can never tune out. You have to listen all the time, and it’s the first time most of them have ever had to do that and it is so painful and exhausting that they will just sit there and start crying if there’s one more sound. The only rest they get is when someone trusts takes over the baby for long enough that they can slowly wind down the hyper-alertness and stop listening, at which point they usually pass out.

    People who can’t tune out noise live like that all the time. Every moment of every day, without respite. They’re born with the hyper-vigilant ears of a terrified new mother and they can’t turn them off EVER. 

    i finished this "recreation" of Nighthawks by Edward Hopper today, and i thought i would share

    here's the original on google so you can look at all the details i missed up close :)


    I’ve always found the lifecycle in aliens to be really cool, and I wish it was used in fiction more.

    The real life variations that plants take with their multiple adult forms should be explored more in fictional creatures.

    Other places to see my posts:


    “xenomorphs are ferns” is a wild take, but one I could get behind. 


    That’s some good content right there

    once i was at the philly museum of art and a security guard saw me looking at this sculpture that is just a head of romaine lettuce tied to a block of granite with a piece of wire (sculpture that eats by giovanni anselmo) and he was like. i’m here sometimes when the lettuce guy comes in to change the lettuce.