unfinished hair obelisk

reading angela carter for the first time. vacillating on whether i'm moved or not

if you don't regularly do some sort of activity which involves being physically coordinated with one or more other people you are absolutely, and i say this with all seriousness, not going to make it

embroidering a dog to protect me

if you think there is pleasure in suffering you are probably trying to come to terms with something terrible that exists in your life. which is fine but you should admit that this is what it's about

fuck it no more compromises. the media you consume is important, as are the things you talk about. you should work to keep yourself from having 'guilty pleasures'. it's better to consume or say nothing at all than to consume or say things that are bad. this is a moral issue

recently attended a conference about animals in aristotle and one of the sessions devolved into a heated debate about fish respiration. someone suggested that it might be pertinent to know how fish actually breathe (not just what ancient authors thought) and she was shouted down

large hound just approached me, took my pastry from my hand, and walked serenely away

i would never go underwater that's not my realm i don't belong there

feel like i've seen a huge spike in sexual purity discourse (especially women's sexual purity) over the past year. i don't remember anyone talking about things like 'body count' before very recently. some sinister freaks are coming out of the woodwork

sobbing violently. me and who

how to acknowledge and be gentle with my own human fallibility while also pushing myself to achieve things that i would consider great

at the zoo. just saw a kookaburra beat the corpse of a baby chicken against a log until its head detached from its body. it then brandished the severed head at its mate while cackling. i love animals

roses

learning linocut

passed my review with glowing remarks, i've now finished the first year of my phd. all is well

went to iceland found a book about a phd student slowly losing her mind as she buckles under the weight of history as channeled through her relationship with her mother saw some puffins thought the whole thing was a little bit on the nose