He thinks of Jason constantly. When he’s working in the prison kitchen. When he’s lying awake at night in his cell. When a thunderstorm crashes against the roof of the prison, and all he can think of is Jason running to the window, fearless, to watch the storm in all its fury and wonder raging on the other side of the glass.
I wake and find
the coloured iris
I saw in my dream.
(Ome Shushiki [1669–1725], Japanese haiku poet of the Edo period; transl. Y. Hoffmann)
Under the sun of May borders melt and disappear; irises from the dream bloom among the grasses and the garden expands shamelessly into the dream, grasses, irises, and all. Any way you slice it—continuity.
Top to bottom, left to right: Yoshida Hiroshi, Iris Garden in Horikiri, 1928 [source]; Shufu Miyamoto, Iris in Rain, 2000 [source]; Kawase Hasui, Sobu Iris Garden, Meiji Shrine, 1951 [source]; Kawase Hasui, Iris, 1929 [source]; Katsuyuki Nishijima, Canal of Sasayama, 2009 [source].
We can’t have a midlife crisis, our entire existence has been a crisis. Enjoy doing grand folks shit my fellow millennials ❤️
The entire idea behind midlife crisis is based on the person having gotten "everything" by their late 20s and then realizing that none of it was what they wanted. If you've been systematically barred from obtaining the things that you're supposed to want, then you're way more likely to pursue the things you actually want, something which has for many years been denied to anyone in the USA before the age of 60 or so.
Reading about how intersex athletes have been treated is so fucking horrible. The countless lies and human rights violations. The discrimination and how it's ruined the lives of so many people is so awful. There has been no apologies from any athletics comptetions or organizations. They have blood on their hands. Just a tw for intersexism and mental health issues and suicide in the next paragraph because it can get pretty heavy.
Annet Negesa, who was a middle distance runner. She was suddenly barred from competing due to her hormones. No one told her why. She was then told she needed to take medication to lower her testosterone, then what she was told was switched. She was lied to about a surgery that she was told was like an injection and would let her compete again. She woke up with scars and had had a gonadectomy. That violation of basic human rights and medical ethics combined with inadequate postsurgical care basically ended her career. She deserves justice. She deserves apologies from the Olympics and everyone single doctor who was involved in it, and compensation and the promise that it should never have happened and will never happen again. She. Needs. Justice.
Pratima Gaonkar needs justice. She was a rising track and field star. After forced sex verificatiom she killed herself. The way media and news treated her after her death was disgusting. She deserves and needs justice. Her family deserves justice.
Santhi Soundarajan had her medals stripped and was treated as an outcast after forced sex verification showed she had androgen insensitivity syndrome. She was treated as an outcast, her gender was mocked. She's spoken out about how much discrimination she's faced, and how badly she's been treated. She now works as a coach, but was barred from competing. She deserves justice.
Caster Semenya deserves justice. Francine Niyonsaba deserves justice. Margaret Wambui deserves justice. Barbra Banda deserves justice. Beatrice Masilingi and Christine Mboma deserve justice.
The racism and intersexism and horrible human rights violations and medical abuse these women have faced for the supposed crime of being intersex and good at a sport is horrible. They deserve justice, but the organizations that perpetuate these atrocities don't seem to care. It's so fucking horrible.
Hey. HEY. Everyone listen up.
There is a common thread besides intersexism here, too. They are all people of colour. Take note.
The IOC doesn't just have a biology problem.
For all the US-based folks, here's Celiac.com's annual GF candy list for 2023! Please remember (as always) to double check your ingredients, and contact the manufacturer with questions or concerns.
Batman: The Long Halloween Part 1
Neurodivergence & Halloween
Fun fact: people with ADHD actually love sitting around with absolutely nothing to occupy them, they've just been taught to think that they hate it. No really, I'm saying this as someone who has rampant ADHD myself, sitting down and doing nothing actually rocks so hard.
The issue is, it's something that we have to do ourselves, on our own terms. Because yes, I would absolutely rather start chewing off a random limb rather than sit and wait for someone or take a trip longer than two minutes without my MP3 player or a book. That is torture, and it should be banned.
In contrast, realizing that my brain's spinning a bit too hard and fast, taking a step back, turning off my computer/tablet/phone, getting myself all comfy-cozy in a nice chair or on my bed and letting my brain just spin for awhile? That's great! It gives me a chance to properly process everything that's going on in my head without any extra stimulus vying for attention until everything slows down enough that I can go back to what I was doing.
It's not about trying to 'become still' or 'let my head empty' or an 'I have nothing to do' situation. It's an active choice that allows my brain to regain a level of equilibrium and what is, for me, a normal speed of thought and mental activity while in a comfortable setting. 10/10, highly recommended, your brain wants to go so this is how you let it safely run around off the leash for a bit!
When I was a teen I had to take a train twice a week for about 3 hours.
Never ever had a better time.
Headphones in, staring out the window, zoning out, letting my brain do it's things.
There was nowhere to go, nothing to do other than sit and listen to some music and daydream.
Not gonna lie, that sounds fantastic, #lifegoals!
Joking aside, the Millennium Falcon is not the space fantasy equivalent of a busted-ass old panel van.
The Millennium Falcon is the space fantasy equivalent of a busted-ass old panel van that's inexplicably been hot-rodded to have a top speed of 300 miles per hour, which is substantially funnier.
