Cynosurus cristatus

@cynosurus-cristatus

The vernacular name of Cynosurus cristatus is crested dog's-tail or kamäxing. It is an enjoyable-looking perennial grass. That's all.

somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.

and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.

I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me

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Why is tumblr getting so excited over Tree Law, exactly? Universal has already faced the only punishment they will ever face for cutting those trees: a $250 fine. That’s it. And their lawyers knew it from the beginning. It’s not like they didn’t know what they were getting into when they did it.

Does someone know something I don’t? Is there an army of tree lawyers somewhere putting together a class action against Universal? Somehow I doubt it.

Tree law ain’t gonna help us here. Direct Action, a la Ron Perlman, is the only thing that’s gonna make a difference to these shithead studio execs. Don’t get distracted.

Well, I don't think it's ever a good idea to risk angering the ents like this.

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The news is dark, awful, depressing, but don’t let it get you down. Lunarpunks and Solarpunks around the world are currently working not only on inspirational speculative fiction for how we can change our world for the better, but actively engaging in it. Here’s some examples:

- Solarpunk magazines and blogging systems are coming online in the next few months.

- Wiki’s are being crowdsourced and shared with people under CC and WTFPL licenses. 

- Art and academic writing is being shared under CC licenses.

- Extinction Rebellion is creating world wide protests for ecological protection.

- P2P and Federated software for alternatives to social media are in development or already in use.

- Guerrilla gardening is happening in small communities to protest unfair policies.

- Several are reverse engineering clothing patterns and sharing how they did it.

- Most are starting unique gardens, whether they are indoor, outdoor, underground, standing, raised, community based etc.

- A lot are researching or starting co-ops online and in their communities.

- Tutorials are being written for everything from DIY greenhouse heaters to how to grow your own cultures.

As solar and lunarpunks we talk about the future a lot, but that doesn’t mean we are staring at a far off goal that isn’t attainable. Every day solarpunks and lunarpunks around the world are contributing to making that future a reality. Are you ready to contribute?

I truly love how queer can mean "Eh I'm some flavour of Not-Cishet but I don't care to know the specifics beyond that" but also "I absolutely do know the specifics but we will be here all damn day if we get into it" and like. Everything in between. I think that's incredibly powerful of us tbh.

The character Helen Burns, the saintly and sickly school friend in Jane Eyre, gives strong signs of what we today would call ADHD like symptoms! Just listen to this, it fucking makes me cry. She has just been punished with the cane for being untidy, and this is how she talks of herself:

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"You say you have faults, Helen: what are they? To me you seem very good."

"Then learn from me, not to judge by appearances: I am, as Miss Scatcherd said, slatternly; I seldom put, and never keep, things in order; I am careless; I forget rules; I read when I should learn my lessons; I have no method; and sometimes I say, like you, I cannot bear to be subjected to systematic arrangements. This is all very provoking to Miss Scatcherd, who is naturally neat, punctual, and particular."

"And cross and cruel," I added; but Helen Burns would not admit my addition: she kept silence.

"Is Miss Temple as severe to you as Miss Scatcherd?"

At the utterance of Miss Temple's name, a soft smile flitted over her grave face.

"Miss Temple is full of goodness; it pains her to be severe to any one, even the worst in the school: she sees my errors, and tells me of them gently; and, if I do anything worthy of praise, she gives me my meed liberally. One strong proof of my wretchedly defective nature is, that even her expostulations, so mild, so rational, have not influence to cure me of my faults; and even her praise, though I value it most highly, cannot stimulate me to continued care and foresight."

"That is curious," said I, "it is so easy to be careful."

"For you I have no doubt it is. I observed you in your class this morning, and saw you were closely attentive: your thoughts never seemed to wander while Miss Miller explained the lesson and questioned you. Now, mine continually rove away; when I should be listening to Miss Scatcherd, and collecting all she says with assiduity, often I lose the very sound of her voice; I fall into a sort of dream. Sometimes I think I am in Northumberland, and that the noises I hear round me are the bubbling of a little brook which runs through Deepden, near our house;—then, when it comes to my turn to reply, I have to be awakened; and having heard nothing of what was read for listening to the visionary brook, I have no answer ready."

"Yet how well you replied this afternoon."

"It was mere chance; the subject on which we had been reading had interested me.

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"And when Miss Temple teaches you, do your thoughts wander then?"

"No, certainly, not often; because Miss Temple has generally something to say which is newer than my own reflections; her language is singularly agreeable to me, and the information she communicates is often just what I wished to gain."

"Well, then, with Miss Temple you are good?"

"Yes, in a passive way: I make no effort; I follow as inclination guides me. There is no merit in such goodness."