earthbending-sjw
Climate Justice Organizer | Dark Academia Enthusiast | Writer
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Aww. He took my shirt(s).
“I would not be the person I am without the authors who made me what I am - the special ones, the wise ones, sometimes just the ones who got there first.”
— Neil Gaiman
“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”
— E.E. Cummings
i don't need a driver's license i'm a city girl i go on the bus and pretend everyone is a little in love with me and then thank the driver while getting off like i'm a lady and it's my carriage. vroom vroom <3
everyone here hates when their posts blow up yet no one fucking hesitates to reblog already popular posts. no one shows that kindness and it's wonderful. a mutual understanding that op dug their own grave by being a top notch clown and that's their problem, not yours
“Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will.”
— Suzy Kassem
You go home and invent a story about me, and now you can’t separate me from the person you’ve imagined me to be. You call that, I suppose, being in love; as a matter of fact it’s being in delusion.
Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
RAVENCLAW: “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.” –Mik Everett
“Why do people like a character who’s committed war crimes but hate this other character just because they’re annoying” because it’s fiction Susan, and being annoying in fiction is a greater sin than being a supervillain, because it won’t make me want to read about them. It isn’t difficult to understand
Last weekend, I published my first piece in a weekly newsletter I'm starting called "Climate Chronicle." This first letter is intended to serve as a reminder of the urgency of immediate action on climate change, an introduction to the concept behind this newsletter, and a review of the book The Future We Choose--which inspired this periodical. I hope you'll take the time to give it a read, let me know what you think, and subscribe to the newsletter to join me on this journey of chronicling the climate crisis as we seek to stop it.
The Class Aesthetics of Roughing It
I first moved to Seattle in 2017 as an intern. As is tradition when bringing a sundry group of college kids together, I got to know my new colleagues over a series of icebreakers. And I was ready to come in hot with the fun facts - I had just finished a ten year competitive career in Irish dancing, had spent most of 2016 living in the UK on an exchange scholarship, and had my whistling skills locked and loaded for any secret talent prompts. I thought my facts were fun, but my offhand responses to others' generated more interest. What did I mean I'd never been camping?
In popular Pacific Northwest discourse, roughing it - by which I mean electively spending time outdoors without the creature comforts of modern urbanity - is the great equalizer. The cybersecurity engineer and the social media manager might be at odds on First Hill, but in North Cascades National Park, they're just two guys in Patagonia quarter zips trying to light their respective camp stoves. Camping and hiking are safe, generic topics of conversation on the order of temperature and humidity. It's a nice, folksy thought that we're all connected by our collective love for the natural world -- but the commonalities are more surface-level than even that quarter zip everyone seems to have.
You know the one.
Seattle tech workers are largely upper-middle-class and white. In my upper-middle-class, predominantly white peer group, having the time and money to drive to the forest and sleep on the ground is a sneaky status symbol. It's a way to show off your material (REI membership, reliable car, heavy duty hiking shoes) and temporal (fitness to climb mountains, time off work) wealth while engaging in an activity that science and society pretty much unilaterally agree is a highly respectable form of self care. I certainly feel good when I finish walking a hard trail, but I admit that I also feel good when I can share with others that that's how I've chosen to spend my time, and that I've been able to make that choice. It's a way to subtly flaunt one's broader success in the context of a minor victory. Outdoor adventure as understood by young, urban professionals offers a level of unpretentiousness only available to those who have achieved sufficient pretense in the rest of their lives.
Upper-middle-class white people do love to walk a hard trail and end the day with sleeping on the ground. A simple Google image search for "hiking" returns a plethora of well-outfitted white folks on remote, manicured trails. From a purely monetary perspective, outdoorsmanship as the domain of the wealthy makes sense. A basic, small tent with no weather protection will set you back a couple hundred dollars, and a tank of gas to get out of the city is non negligible (not to mention the irony of burning fuel on your way to feel closer to the rapidly warming planet).
The racial lines along which camping and hiking appreciation seem to run are impossible to ignore. In a series of interviews for the Guardian, British journalist Homa Khaleeli found that many Black and brown would-be campers in the UK were put off by the perceived whiteness of not only outdoor activity, but the rural parts of the country they'd have to travel to in order to engage with nature. In the United States, only 20% of visitors to our remote national parks are non-white. It is an inherent privilege of whiteness to move through unfamiliar territory with ease.
Culturally, generational attitudes about consumption and leisure often clash with the ethos of roughing it as relaxation. When I'm asked why I don't have a favorite climbing wall or snowshoeing spot, I usually rattle off something about having never taken to the outdoors because I grew up in the infamously freezing cold Buffalo, New York. Truthfully, New York State has beautiful summers, and I've lived most of my life within a day's drive of perfectly nice state and provincial parks. Spending leisure time roughing it was simply never something on my family's radar. I grew up in a middle-class, white household with two working parents, both of whom were raised by steel mill families in Western Pennsylvania. I had a comfortable childhood (which set me up for my comfortable adulthood), but my parents worked hard and often for it, and understandably wanted to spend their time away from work with their families. I have a physically disabled parent, another hard barrier to trekking out into the woods. Owing in part to the expense of existing as a disabled person in the United States, my parents also just did not like to spend money. Tents, sleeping bags, camp stoves, firewood, camping permits, hiking shoes - none of these low use items were necessary enough to our well being for us to buy. If we were going to go on a trip at all, it was going to be to an aunt's house, where we could see family, relax, stay in a guest room, and enjoy the privilege of travel all at once.
As a college student being exposed for the first time to other kids who'd been on countless outdoor adventures, my lack of stories to share made me feel excluded and admittedly a little resentful of a life spent on asphalt. As an adult who has achieved a measure of class mobility I'm sometimes not sure how to contend with, I've stepped into my parents' shoes. When working to achieve your standard of living consumes most of your waking life, taking a breather to enjoy that standard of living sounds a lot nicer than using a tree as a bathroom. Even as I climb the tax bracket ladder, I can't get into the headspace that climbing a mountain is more relaxing than seeing the same mountain from afar, daiquiri in hand.
I'm never going to enjoy going to the climbing gym the way a kid who spent a week in the Adirondacks every summer does; the great outdoors are simply not part of my cultural context. Even though hiking and camping are perfectly accessible to me, engaging in these activities feels like a step out of line with what past generations of my family would do.
This is not criticism of outdoorsmanship as a pastime. I think we'd all be better off touching grass a little bit more often, and I cannot discount the mental and physical health benefits of exercise and fresh, rural air. I like going outside. I've even been camping now (it didn't go very well, but I still had fun). However, that doesn't absolve us of remaining critical of the barriers, financial, temporal, and cultural, that keep our neighbors in the city.
How can we bring the benefits of outdoor activity to those who don't have a clear access point? How do we make the natural world a welcoming place for our Black and brown neighbors? How can we change the way we talk about engaging with nature to de-center consumption and ostentation? I don't have the answers, but I want to start asking the questions aloud.
The single greatest and most fascinating “futurist” architecture movement in the world right now is happening in Bolivia, where national prosperity and a dedication to works for the poor and public housing led to an explosion of colorful styles inspired by Aymara Indian art. There should be more articles about this, the interiors are just as amazing. Incidentally, most of these buildings are not for the rich or in trendy neighborhoods, but are public housing. I’ve heard this style referred to as “Neo-Andean” but like most currently thriving styles it doesn’t have a universally agreed on name yet.
"loki is the new tumblr sexyman" bro hes an original. hes one of the blueprints. this isnt new, this is just a revival
I just want to read a few books per week, learn multiple languages, and a couple of instruments, become more proficient at advanced mathematics, write essays and books, exercise regularly, sleep eight hours per night, eat really healthily, have an active social life including enjoying all of my close relationships, and be really sexy. Is that really so unreasonable
a fools guide to not wanting to die anymore
by me, a fool who doesnt wanna die anymore
never make a suicide joke again. yes this includes “i wanna die” as a figure of speech. swear off of it. actually make an effort to change how you think about things.
find something to compliment someone for at least 4 times a day. notice the little things about the world that make you happy, and use that to make other people happy.
talk to people. initiate conversation as often as you possibly can. keep your mind busy and you wont have to worry anymore
picture the bad intrusive thoughts in youe head as an edgy 13 year old and tell them to go be emo somewhere else
if someone makes you feel bad most of the time, stop talking to them. making yourself hang out with people who drain you is self harm. stop it.
#LateStageCapitalism
Third in a series of comics about safe and conscientious protesting in a time of pandemic. Stay safe. Stay woke. Stay angry
Fourth in a series I of comics about protesting safety tips I made with @this.is.ysabel . This one is about the dangers of police surveillance and how to avoid it if possible. Keep being safe when you go out. Don’t get snatched!
ENFP problems
- people not realizing that you want to be alone, but don’t know how to say it in a nice way.
- always ending up in the middle of arguments because you see both sides, causing your friends to get angry at you for not choosing theirs.
- not being able to stick to one thing because you’ll forget about it later.
- feeling like a “therapist” to people because they always vent to you and ask for your advice.
- wanting to be a leader, but dealing with conflict with your friends stresses you out. So you can’t give constructive criticism.
- your energy comes from people, but too much will overwhelm you. Always being in a cycle of surrounding yourself to isolating yourself.
- wanting to help people, but not knowing how.
- worried that you’re being manipulative all the time.
- not being able to let people go, leading into destructive relationships because you think about how they used to be, and they can be like that again.
- when your social energy is at 0% and you need time alone but you can’t get it.
- when your social energy is recharged and you feel horrible for pushing your friends away.
- getting ideas all the time for random projects, but never going through with it. Leaving a ton of papers all over your desk that you don’t want to get rid of.
- worried you’re not yourself. That you’re just someone that changes around every personality to fit their aura.
(These are just some of my experiences)
Now this is what the fuck I’m talking bout. Nike out here moving in silence, paying Kaep all along, and waiting for the pivotal moment to make it known—right before week 1 of the NFL.
SN: Now I feel like re-reading one of my fav books of all-time: Phil Knight’s memoir/business book, Shoe Dog.
i made a college vine compilation b/c Suffering™️
(warning for loud noise in some of them)
A simple “I miss you” message means everything
This is both amazing and profoundly irritating - the exact writing equivalent of that thing artists do - you know, how they’ll mess up anything that’s on expensive paper and planned in every single detail but get them doodling during a boring lesson and suddenly they’re Michel-bloody-angelo.
tag urself as a student type
coffee: always frantic, has a crammed schedule, never stops consuming caffeine, will agree to go to a party even if they have a six a.m. shift the next day
bujo: organized, likes to makes lists and keep track of things, plans outfit the night before, stresses when they get a grade less than a B
oops: stopped caring in the third grade, somehow manages to get okay grades, never studies, kind of lazy, would eat Waffle House at 3 in the morning
sweatshirt: is trying as hard as they possibly can, has to study and work hard for their grades, constantly stressing, has social anxiety, tries to do every extra curricular under the sun
aesthetique: probably vegetarian or vegan, has a “mom jean” 80′s aesthetic, glorifies local cafes, wants to live in Europe, always wants to cut their hair
gothique: black clothes only, still stans my chemical romance, uses sarcasm as a defense mechanism, desperately wants some tattoos, likes the black lipstick look but too shy to do it