I haven’t been around in a long time but I’m struggling financially and thought I’d throw my cashapp here because I’ve run out of options. I’m not asking for a lot; even a tiny bit would make a world of difference. Thank you
Is there a word for that like, “bright darkness” you get in winter?? When it’s been snowing or it’s supposed to snow past sunset and the sky isn’t Dark Enough. One of my favorite things
Thanks to @raindropwindow and a handful of articles, it’s called snow albedo, skyglow, snowglow, or just light scattering! It’s the result of moon- or artificial light reflecting off ground snow, low clouds, or ice crystals.
suicidal people deserve a space to talk about their suicidal feelings without risking hospitalization/institutionalization or being accused of being manipulative or attention seeking
Not sure how universal this experience is, but Tolkien’s concept of sea-longing resonated with me because I grew up in a coastal town and every time I have to live for an extended period of time away from the coast, I get this almost claustrophobic feeling that only goes away when I return to the seashore
There was a famous Norwegian author who described the ocean as “the last healthy thing in a sick world” and I feel that
The ancient Hebrews saw the sea as the last bastion of chaos in an otherwise ordered world, and honestly I feel that
Make your Instagram stories cute and spooky by the #mintober hashtag! Mintober is an art challenge by @mcmintea , check out her work, everything she makes is a masterpiece!
why do they always show cranberries in thos big pits n its implied its wet and possibly swimmable. do cranberries really grow like that. wh
You’ve never heard of The Bog?
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EACH ADDITION TO THIS POST MAKES MY BLOOD RUN COLD
This is a cranberry bog (unflooded) it’s how cranberries grow. Once they’re ripe, the blog is flooded and the cranberries harvested.
Basically by using big floaty things to round them all up and then scooping them out of the water.
thank u. i hate it a little less but the horrible little man in my head is still screaming “BOG BODY BOG BODY BOG BODY”, but i appreciate the education,
oh here is a fun lil perspective on cranberry harvesting i never heard about anywhere else. the guy who owns the restaurant right down the road from the farm, who fries our chickens sometimes, is from Boston, with the strongest Boston accent ever, and in a former life before he started slinging reasonably priced barbeque and occasional organic chicken, he was a cranberry farmer.
His farm was on the leading edge of kinda using organic/sustainable pest control methods, and one of the things that they did to keep insect damage down was that they encouraged wolf spiders to live in the cranberry field, to eat the bugs.
This was all fine and good until they flooded the bog. Now, you don’t just like flood the bog and then go around it in a boat or whatever. No, you use hip waders to get in there and put the big floaty things where they go and get all the berries and such.
Well when you’re in the bog in hip waders, that makes you the tallest thing. Wolf spiders can swim a bit, but they don’t like it, so they’re, quite understandably, looking to climb out of the water onto a tall thing.
So yeah the first interview question he always asked potential cranberry bog harvester hires was “are you cool with spiders?”
“You’d be amazed,” he said to us, shaking his head a little, “how many guys would just straight lie. Like, you think I’m asking you that question to be cute? Nah man you’re gonna have like a hundred wolf spiders trying to climb your eyebrows, you gotta be chill, those wolf spiders are fellow employees. You really gotta be chill with spiders if you’re gonna work a cranberry harvest.”
happy international workers day to the cranberry bog spiders
I am obsessed with furniture that is sunken into the floor
when I was 11 I watched The Beatles’ Help!, which sucked ass, but I haven’t stopped thinking about John Lennon’s stupid pit bed ever since
why did conversation pits ever go out of style?
they’ve got everything you’d ever want from a living room design: tripping hazards, inaccessibility, a way to trap grandma in the floor, a touch of retrofuturism, and a bizarre air of eroticized formality
Literally all I remember from Help! is this bed. It’s perfect. It’s like an open grave. I want to lie in it every night and remember the inevitability of death.
This is true! I could fill it with packing peanuts or some other large, lightweight particulate matter of household detritus and then roleplay an antlion with any future sexual partners. Truly what I want out of interior design.
Benefits of a conversation pit:
Easily converted into a toddler-and-other-small-animal containment field
Add a trapdoor at the bottom for something dramatic to kick adventurers into after beating the snot out of them and delivering a witty one-liner.
Finally, a way to play the sneak-up game with your cat.
Convert into indoor fish pond for maximum homeownership migraine
Fall into it in the dark on your way to the bathroom for a fun surprise
