text post from 1 week ago

Read this whole article about mushroom mavens of the Victorian Era, it is delightful.

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“[Banning] published some of her observations in botanical journals, including lively accounts of her foraging experiences. In one, she recounts bringing home a few (aptly named) stinkhorn mushrooms: “… there was an outcry through the house, one enquiring of the other what the loathsome smell could be, and where it came from. Each moment was filled with anxiety, lest my precious fungus, for which I had already endured so much, might be seized and carried off … .” Indeed, the stink comes from the gooey mass of fungal spores on top of the mushroom cap. She astutely proposed that the stench lures in flies and other insects, which then transport the spores afar like a bee transports pollen.”
“[Banning] published some of her observations in botanical journals, including lively accounts of her foraging experiences. In one, she recounts bringing home a few (aptly named) stinkhorn mushrooms: “… there was an outcry through the house, one enquiring of the other what the loathsome smell could be, and where it came from. Each moment was filled with anxiety, lest my precious fungus, for which I had already endured so much, might be seized and carried off … .” Indeed, the stink comes from the gooey mass of fungal spores on top of the mushroom cap. She astutely proposed that the stench lures in flies and other insects, which then transport the spores afar like a bee transports pollen.”

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Full Article on JStor Daily Here


text post from 7 hours ago

Had a dream about a whirlwind friendship with a man who at one point gave me some stim toys to play with and then immediately returned them to the store rather than let me play with them a moment longer than he needed me to focus. I called him a little bitch for this and he was proud of it.

I don’t remember exactly the context but at one point I was accusing him of being boring and he accused me of “stealing happiness from out of the future” and claimed that instant gratification is a form of temporal theft, and that he considered himself a restoration worker by exhibiting the virtue of patience.

“That’s insane,” I said. “You’re insane. You are a character within a dream I’m having and will cease to exist the moment I wake up. You have minutes or hours to live and you’re spending them evangelizing patience?”

“Yup,” he said, completely unfazed.

oh fuck wait I think I met my adhd meds on the astral plane


text post from 8 hours ago

So my partner and I took a short hike today, and at the end of the trail there was this creek with a series of little waterfalls, and we sat there long enough this funny little bird flew over and started dancing and flying around and in the waterfalls and streamside cliffs. And it was just bobing up and down the hole time, going under the water, singing a little, and just being a really cute little character.

And when I got home I was like, I should look up what that little bird was, and thought to myself, now what would a bird person name that little bird brown bird, bopping up and down in the water. And I was like, I bet it's called a Dipper.

And my friends, it was indeed a Dipper. I love bird names.


text post from 9 hours ago

complaining about being mistaken for a tranny is like complaining about winning the lottery. "oh sorry I thought you were a fertility priestess with a direct connection to the divine. my apologies"