Had a sudden itch to scan old livejournal achieves, particularly searching for older poetry I wrote over Matthew K. Discouraged to find they are misplaced under another, older username that I can no longer remember. However, reviewing older journal entries surprisingly permeated me with subtle nostalgia for writing and the missed freedom that those first college years bore. Going to attempt to start writing again only for the sake of disgusting myself once more within the future decade, lest I pity any cretin who reads this.
Reading a 3rd book by Kundera and am really trying to thoroughly get through as many books as possible within the tiny window I have of a summer this year, on account of unjustifiably having to take fucking summer classes. I just want my whole body to engulf indefinitely in each book at a time, tranquilly. In a sense, I so desperately need to retire. I love school and I want school to be allegorically and immeasurably ass-raped by a pineapple. Constant dichotomy: I have no idea what to do with my future and I also couldn’t give a shit about tomorrow. Possibilities seem buoyant and tempting, but exhausting and impossible with the capabilities I’m willing to provide. Don’t know whose advice to consider because everybody is right.
I must cognitively endure a multitude of literature, social interaction, sexual liberation, sunshine, minor road trips and hallucinogens. Reasons why should be obvious. I want to take Alex to Mammoth cave in Kentucky and to Denver so my friends can show him the extensiveness of the milky way like I saw it. I like to give presents that will haunt my love ones forever. I need to rock climb some mountains and sleep with dirty hippies for all I care. This summer has to count for something.
where the hell are those mood theme icons that are supposed to go with your journal updates? I had little emoticon foxes with livejournal. Charlatan tumblr!
Western Black Rhino officially declared extinct. Good job everyone. Round of applause because the ivory was soooooo worth it.
Obviously not Khan related but, being an animal advocate, I thought this was important.
Good job, humanity. Fucking shame.
Wait what… I’m pretty sure there’s one in my local zoo.
The one in your zoo is probably a white rhino.
Um. They don’t get ivory from Rhinos. Their horns are made of keratin, which is what makes up hair and fingernails. They’re not poached for ivory, which is still a gigantic issue though. Rhino horns are used for “medicinal” purposes in China and also to make handles for daggers. It’s hard to stand against them since we personally don’t use either of those things, but it’s something to be aware of. The USA is one of the top three countries (with European Union and China) with the worst illegal wildlife trade. There’s a 30 page article full of details about it called “Criminal Nature: The Global Security Implications of Illegal Wildlife Trade 2013”
Fun fact: Terrorists and Drug Warlords poach in order to trade the “goods” for weapons, including a group linked to Al-Qaeda.
Actual fun fact: The US started standing against it this summer, led by Secretary Jewels. So, hopefully that keeps going.
"Who art thou, then?"
“Part of that Power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good.”
”. . squinting up at the sky where black birds darted silently in anticipation of the coolness of the evening,”
"On the mirrored floor countless couples were whirling, as though merged into a single solid body, in one direction, with amazing precision and skill. They moved like. Wall, threatening to sweep everything in their way. Live satin butterflies dipped and fluttered over the dancing hordes. Flowers showered down from the ceilings. Whenever the electricity dimmed, myriads of fireflies glimmered in the capitals of the columns, and will-o’-the-wisps floated in the air." -Satan’s Great Ball
”. . mankind shall look at the sun through a transparent crystal . . “
Microscopic images of plants by Fernan Federici
Yep, we did reblog this before, but we didn’t have quite so many images. I love the way the sheets of plant cells seem to form disparate planes in that last one. —MN