Fuck everything about this motherfucking administration.

This is my housemate being interviewed on the street outside his office building after he and his entire department were laid off this morning: [link]

His office helped struggling children and families for Health and Human Services. Of course these fuckers shut it down.

Not hard to spot him for your people, Karl. In the best way. And I know I never really got to be a reporter, but when I watch one try to stick his finger in the wound as that guy did, it kind of makes me nuts.(Even though intellectually, in some really gross level I hate to know is there, I also understand "Maybe we'll go viral if he cries." but fuck that, too.) I would like to take that chainsaw and give Elon another sphincter...it bothers me how much.

I'm on the balance between knowing that if I wanted to I could completely fly under the radar. I'm a white guy in a 50s whith a nice white beard. However, I also should NOT be one avoiding it. I'm wearing rainbow pride toppers on my glasses today. I mean, I'm not looking to start anything, but I'm also queer, and don't feel right hiding just because I can.

Uggggggh I feel this so hard. Being visible is so important but also kind of terrifying. (And as a cis middle-class white lady with a husband, I am keenly aware that I could grow out my undercut and lose the rainbow dye job if being visibly queer were truly putting my safety at risk. That kind of stealth isn't available to everyone.)

erika, I haven't been bothered by any of your posts and I would absolutely still help you bury a body.

If there's a body to be buried, I'm here to help.

Always happy to help bury bodies. These days some more than others.

But really I am only here to recommend this photography book to Scola. One of my gigs these days is editing a ridiculously pretentious and jargon-y art journal but the book review of Camera Geologica actually made it sound interesting. The chapters are organized by mined materials but apparently there's a substantial section on the history of Eastman Kodak.

I'm not exactly sure where I stand, as it were, if sexuality is a spectrum, only not quite where I, say, left college at. When I read that people are worried that my cousin's son "might feel outnumbered" by his three sisters, I feel more queer(even if that might bug a Kinsey 1 feminist too) But in a truly queer writing space with pronouns I've never seen before, sometimes I think "Well, maybe not." But that just means that I'm cisgendered and possibly not all that hip...it doesn't mean I couldn't find the right girl(And most disabled people I know who have partners did that, pretty much.) Not getting to experiment only postpones the questions; it doesn't end them. ND, even if we arranged that, right here, right now? Still smarter than that Signal bullshit.

ND, even if we arranged that, right here, right now? Still smarter than that Signal bullshit.

Exactly

I would never, ever do that, though. Because I'm not Hegseth-level mess.

a substantial section on the history of Eastman Kodak.

Back in the day, Kodak was a seriously creepy company, because of how ridiculously hypercompetent they were when they set their sights on something. They had to repeatedly be smacked down by government trustbusters.

If you have a little spare time, you might want to check out this amazing 1938 Kodak industrial film, which is creepy, and beautiful, and obviously influenced by Man With a Movie Camera.

Congratulations to Emmett!

I’m at a two hour softball practice with ltc because TCG works late on Tuesdays. I’m thinking of getting myself this [link] for the games this season.