u/iota_of_iowa

Like where are you going? And I always say hello to them too

I devoured those up to about age 12 and then never really thought about them again until my mom recently told me they were making a show. Some parts of those books are incredibly sad. Like extremely depressing sad. Beyond that I can vividly remember what I imagined the environments to look like and not much else.

It won't happen if the cat does not wish for you to pet them. I'd feel more honored by a street cat responding to my pspsps than I would by Obama himself inviting me to lunch.

The drainage ditches on the island I'm staying on have these little burrowing crabs called Fiddler Crabs. My favorite activity has been to get high out back by the ditch and watch them. The males have one giant claw and they square up on each other constantly, but then they can be chill usually without actually fighting. They just walk sideways and eat detritus, crab activities.

Anyway I go back home tomorrow and we have no such crabs there. I will miss my crab friends.

Love philosophy but it's all just diagnosis with no prescription. So tired of diagnosis. Modernity has been a void of meaning and I have decided to fill it with the beach this summer 🏝️

I love noticing things and speculating about them. Even if I'm wrong, I can at least usually find scientists who wrote the actual answers (which is an amazing marvel of modernity).

Example: I am currently in a different drainage basin than where I live. The reeds and other riparian plants are a different color (still green, but like slightly more bluish-purple than the green that I'm used to). Not sure if they're actually different species, or if the nutrient profile in the soil/water is different enough to have a subtle effect like that. The geese are bigger up here too.

Life is a beautiful patina and there are always things to learn.