Itโs week 52 of 2021. Iโll be typing 2020 into my checkbook for another six months at least. Letโs get into this week on the internet without further ado.
[dance] If love could be pure movement and pure love could be movement, then this is.
[science] Donโt call me a phospholipid, stupidhead. Go check out this new evidence of proto-life found in space, of all places. It would seem the universeโฆ she has creepy-crawlies in every nook and cranny.
[moar science] We have new microscopes and they see amazing things you will need to see with your eyes!
[art] This new beauty will drop while Iโm in Egypt. I will see it in a theater there on all of our behalf. Yes.
[moar art] Did you think there would be no more alligators? I would never do such a thing to you. There will always be more alligators. Well, this I passed by on the street today in Oaxaca, and itโs wonderful. Is that a lightbulb sheโs wearing in her hair? Does it light up when the cocodrillo drinks the potion? It seems she is turning invisible on her leg part.
[inspo] Austin Kleonโs year in quotes
a poem
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.