Kinda-buggy - JD

does anyone

want some

of these

bugs

Love this 2003 magpie stamp from Finland designed by Pirkko Juvonen.

So unbeweevable!!!

i too am an outlier in this statistic, throwback to that time in 2019 when i drank out of an unsealed water bottle i’d left at my dads house over the week that summer (half renovated barn in australia with no insulation from the outdoors)

didn’t realise a spider had laid her egg sac in the internal straw section til i felt a filmy sac pop inside my mouth 0-0 suffice to say that a wave of baby spiderlings pouring down the back of your throat and out of your open mouth is about as traumatic as it sounds.

“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

the dubious philosophy of salmon

Orange Oakleaf aka Dead Leaf Butterfly (Kallima inachus), family Nymphalidae, India

photograph by rajesh_kumar_photography 

(grabbing your face) do you remember simon fairchild's statement about how he became an avatar. how he fell and the sky embraced him. i think about it all the time. how it would feel to be embraced by the vast. the entity that is about how you are insignificant before the endless void, holding you. the fact that being an avatar of the vast means loving a contradiction: you are insignificant and the entity of the vastness of everything else holds you in its embrace and takes away your mortality.

i wonder if when simon told that one guy enjoy sky blue if the reason he laughed while saying it was because he was sharing his own joy. if in his own way he wasn't being generous, sharing the experience that changed him forever. i wonder if as much as he spreads terror, maybe what he really wanted was to share that experience, and that's why he picked someone who loves sky-diving, someone who was also in love with the sky.

i wonder if that guy who was eaten by the sky isn't out there now, saying the sky held him gently in the huge jaws of endless blue, and he cried with joy as he understood. if what for his mother was a horrible experience that killed her son, for him wasn't the liberation from his mortal life and worries before the realization that we are nothing.

i wonder if simon was afraid, too, before he was in love or while he was in love with it, if he can even distinguish his love for the vast from his fear from it or it's just another facet of his adoration, something he can offer to it, if when he said he loved the sky he meant it like that, like we often love a god, with fear as strong as our adoration.

Thank you, Snoop Logg...