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We know many who want a job can’t find one, and many of the jobs people can find are cruel in ways that would appall anyone sitting comfortably behind a desk. We know the absence of child care and affordable housing and decent public transit makes work, to say nothing of advancement, impossible for many.

For the most part, America finds the money to pay for the things it values. In recent decades, and despite deep gridlock in Washington, we have spent trillions of dollars on wars in the Middle East and tax cuts for the wealthy. We have also spent trillions of dollars on health insurance subsidies and coronavirus relief. It is in our power to wipe out poverty. It simply isn’t among our priorities.

For months, Mr. Kumangai has been placing a cast iron skillet with lava rocks and a cup of water in his oven — among other tricks to make it function like a professional steamer oven. Just as he began looking into renting space in a commercial kitchen, he learned that “Jagged Little Pill” wanted him back in the fall.

He has convinced himself that he can do both: bake in the morning and perform on Broadway at night.

💓⛲️⚖️ Balancing Work & Play ⚖️⛲️💓

110% vouch for water therapy in every extreme and center.

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Pretty sure there is a merman here within; including a standing offer by an artist who makes Incredibles out of trash to be a model so he can make a mermortal tale….er, ahem…tail.

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Holy shit, at about 90% into the read there is definitely a shocking turn of events. Ay~yi~yi.

Interesting read.

The part about homeless living in manholes underneath in tunnels brought an image of Wanda Vision to mind.

“So you’re better.” I said. He smiled ruefully. “I guess so. Is anything broken?”

“You should know.” I told him and watched him flexing his arms and legs. Apparently there was nothing wrong with him. He grinned as the doctor came over. After a hasty examination the doctor said he was suffering from shock. He should be quiet for a day or so.

Esoterically <<< Writes >>> Within >>> Grand Central Plaza’s Preservation Society this a.m.

Interesting read.

Not entirely sure I agree with this concept of a chip career unless this is meant to be satire in imagining the conspiracy theories prevelant in a more elevating narrative ~ which I can definitely get behind.

Sitting and reading in hot sun so my own career writing chip is getting overheated at the moment or I would dive into a more specific response. I need to cool down in the shade.

Overall I dig this read and I 110% dig the thought experiment of time travel and how our times are theoretically accelerating (and already have) our planetary timeline.

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To Bee protective gear or not Bee protective gear…that is the question…

Reminds me of the beautiful scene in the film, Leave No Trace, where the woman is teaching the daughter (one of two main characters -father and daughter -don’t want to give away spoilers as I love this film. Similar to Nomadland in its creation and improv/real character vibe) about hives and I am pretty sure I recall the woman talking of gaining the Trust of the Hive and once One does protective gear is not necessarily needed. I hope I am remembering the scene correctly. I recall being moved by it and loved the film. I’d rank it higher than Nomadland, personally…although I may have enjoyed Nomadland even more than I did if I had seen it earlier before all the buzz and acclaim. I enjoyed it; just felt slightly underwhelmed by likely too high expectations.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

The artwork of Jon Ching Is…💯💯💯💯💯

The Image of the tortoise with the hummingbirds = 🤯 this a.m. (the other four are superb, as well.)

A self-trained artist, Ching’s surreal style speaks to the core of his work. “I want to show that everything is connected and that protecting nature is actually protecting ourselves. When I paint a bird whose feathers are flowers or leaves, it’s because at some level, everything is connected and thus the health of one is the health of the other. My call to action is to remember the magic and awe that is this planet.”

Morning Inspiration

Liberation technologies should be invested in, not shorted.

https://youtu.be/doLMt10ytHY

Posting this and thinking how cool it would be to create an ongoing stream Here of books/reads held by hands 🙌 that have been completed by RU Readers external from Read-Up.

Probably a Pipe Dream RU experiment and for transparency sake this is very much inspired by Bill’s ongoing list online.

Would be a great way to get the word out on books with a little blurb of your rating or reaction in the comments here.

I will continue editing this post as I finish reads here: www.hummingverbs.wordpress.com and I will just comment here when I finish another read instead of re-import each time.

Together with the polar star, to the north, and the ball game, to the south, “these three points form the first vector (or visual line) that governs the entire geometric architectural outline of the city. Everything in Dzibilchaltún has meaning and meaning,” says researcher Víctor Ruiz Ortiz.

Ruiz Ortiz is now working on theoretical aspects of restoration because “we cannot continue measuring our heritage with Western rules. We have to understand it from its essence. We must look for another way to read ourselves, to refer to ourselves, and be very proud of having these ancestors.

When Peter Parker, Spider-Man, hit the pages back in 1962, he quickly became a revelation. Here was a relatable teenager, someone who had everyday problems, who dealt with things like having crushes, dealing with bullies and doing homework. The fact that this young, awkward nerd could be a hero was aspirational. When he put on the mask, became Spider (HYPHEN) Man, he pulled together the parts of himself into someone he could just be. Still, the fact remained, that Peter was Peter. There were pieces of him that reflected us, his marginalized readers, but never the whole. Unlike Spidey’s hyphen, mine is one that breaks me apart instead of putting me together.

I come to realize these melodies are trying to pierce deaf ears, to save eyes lost and heal men made impatient by society.

But time is short and human walls will not allow my song to be a healing herb because, if they did, it would spread across the earth like a weed and harm a broad, inhuman swath of society.

When you feel love for him and think that you could probably accept almost anything just to have him back, that’s you trying to love and accept yourself fully, for the first time.”

You can never get enough of what you don’t need. But what you want always points towards what you need, just not in the way you think it does. You feel empty and you feel bored; you think you need more external stimulation to stop feeling that way. But if you rely on something external to feel better you'll never be able to regulate your own emotions without it.

Remind yourself: I am looking for reassurance that can’t be given. I am looking to fill an emptiness that I have to learn to accept.

You already have what you need. But you’ll never find it if you spend your entire life looking for it everywhere it’s not.

What an Experience! Completely re-wires the brain on several levels as to the rules of poetry!

Interestingly, there is much here (in a more enigmatic state) which flows parallel with a book I am finishing up: The Law of Love by Laura Esquival (author of Like Water For Chocolate). The karmic concepts and spiritual themes and such are soooooo far beyond the year it was released. The reading of past lives and regressions and Guardian Angels and other planets and healing and souls switching bodies is unlike any other reading experience I have had; plus there is a music soundtrack with accompanying music for chapters and graphic novel sequences. The experience is indescribable and I have released a lot of healthy emotion via the read. The two; the book and the poem marry well, imho… and I would also say the book wouldn’t be everyone’s cup of tea. I have a feeling that if I read this book at any other time I would have put it down and shook my head and abandoned. This reading timing is Divine. I feel much the same about this Incredible poem. I feel my whole-being change on a microscopic level having read this poem.

But my heart’s eyes are open when I’m walking in the sun, & I see me as I am here in estrangement from the facts of all who have in our conditions lost & sang, less known than not & social, for my truth of constitution as it’s made.

But still. What is that princess soul so real in heart’s release?

It’s the absolute mirage that private happiness is seeking in its adequate contrivance of a figment.

It is happiness more actual than blood & making good on its reality by offering myself to me in this authentic picture.

Perhaps it’s all my mothers in their elegance & heavens.

The power of memory and living in the past inspired Lisa Joy to conceive Reminiscence while she was vacationing at her grandfather's house in England and discovered an old photograph of a woman he knew long ago. "Something about her made such an impression that he named his house after her and kept that photo of her after all those years,” Joy explained. “And it made me start to think about memory and our lives in general, the moments that pass by and maybe disappear... How nice would it be to be able to go back to those memories fully for a moment, to live that life and feel the way you felt when you experienced them.”

Importing this read because for weeks now I have been hearing what I thought to be a shrill bird call and have been trying to track it. This morning I finally discovered the source - to my surprise a squirrel. I initially thought it was grieving. I have been hearing a lot of vicious activity (super angry screeches and rumbles) under the house where I am living which based on noises are quite possibly a turf war between cats, skunks and squirrels. Once I discovered the source a bit ago I had to hunt for this.

Fascinating mini read.

Recently, a biologist using a similar technique discovered something no one had imagined — that these bird warnings are adopted, and passed along, by completely different types of animals.

At his lab at the University of Montana, biologist Erick Greene explains how this works. A small bird spots a dangerous predator — let's say a hawk or owl — flying around. It warns other birds by making a soft, high-pitched seet call. Like any self-respecting birder, Greene can imitate this alarm call exactly.

"It's very high frequency," he explains, "and it's hard to locate."

Then there's also a mobbing call. Greene demonstrates by pressing his lips to the back of his hand and making an irritating sound like screeching tires. Birds make that call when they see a perched predator.

It brings other birds out of the trees to "mob" the predator and chase it away.

Now, Greene had watched birds do this for years when he noticed something, well, squirrelly. Squirrels seemed to be mimicking these warning calls from birds, too — taking up the alarm as soon as they heard it, Greene realized.

What's more, the squirrel's mimicry is nearly perfect, though the furry animals have a very different vocal apparatus from the one birds use.

Chipmunks make these calls, too, Greene noticed. He was astonished that mammals and birds — biological families as different as mice and magpies — would share this early warning system.

This isn’t a pleasant read. The struggle for and lack of self-love here is so prevalent and permeates this read; as does the unrealistic illusions of perfection.

As a gay man I can’t help but wonder how these app trends affect men and others in the LGBTQ community. Back when I did use Instagram I got sucked into those algorithms that stuffed my feed with man candy “perfection” in a similar fashion to what is expressed in the article above. And I was playing into the addiction and feeding it with every like. I even had a “fantasy boyfriend” in San Paolo Brazil (fans self even to this day). Having detoxed from that I am grateful and I really focus on appreciating bodies of all types because I know that even gay media perpetuates this kind of dangerous mental grooming. I wonder how many of the male profiles I liked fall into the same photo enhancements as this article expresses.

Today is a Great Day for self-lovin and self-care. Giving myself a big hug this a.m.

I hope trends like expressed above become a dying breed. The harmful effects are baffling, jaw-dropping and catastrophic.

Didn’t expect this to be as addictive as it turned out to be.

Almost expected it to be a bit quirky. Def. more David and Goliath tech-age legal thriller.