i was flipping thru the yale magazine --> an found a gem of an opportunity to CLAP BACK AT THE GOVERNMENT. here's a webpage which links linda mcmahon's letter from the department of education to all universities. i urge you to read it bc it'
firstly, happy labor daze to the twerkers out there!! it's not the only labor day (see: history of may day!!) but it is A Labor day so please, take a moment and give yourself credit for the work you do. i've been out of work, managing
>> i didnt hit publish!! i got scared of being seen and closed my laptop. for 3 weeks. and then another 3 days. it's back to business, i'm really hitting PUBLISH this time <3: i have poor focus and follow thru right now. i
it's been a while, let's jump in: i'm in week three of a 30 day rail pass on amtrak, the gallery above is just 9 snapshots from the adventure. i just finished a cup of immuni-tea with elderberry syrup that i was gifted
*no AI was used in the making of this essay, or any essay of mine for that matter FUCK THAT SHIT. USE TOOLS, BUT NOT THAT ONE.* i can't tell the future!!! i don't know whats to come exactly, but i have some big plans in
hello. at the time of this writing, it's still christmas in new york. here's what i've been working on this week, writing wise. you can expect more from me in 2026 in terms of consistency...we hope. i'm not gonna lie, i
as someone who relies on lots of different medicines, i'm on a mission to secure healthcare, including eastern and indigenous modalities, for my community. medicine should be preventative, seasonal, and communal. there are tips and tricks i've picked up that i now swear by (hello fire
if it were up to me it'd be world peace among beings. but it's not up to me. and we're at war. and so i'm gearing up. more like speaking up, from my crippled cave. cozy in a yellow jumpsuit and grey
and put up national parks! if you're on certain parts of the internet right now, you get what this is about. if not, please hear me out: disney and their whole mickey mouse media mafia (from ABC to ESPN) makes me so incredibly angry and uncomfortable. and has
dysautonomia can kiss my ass. yesterday my blood pressure was low as i sat, feeling it, in my primary's office. no water in sight, plus i wouldn't take my mask off in there if you paid me. in my community clinic for disabled baddies, henceforth the
the shins on the duckplayer radio, no ads, the way i like it. being sold shit sends me into a full blown tizzy. i am sensitive. my audhd girls all believe i'm on the spectrum, and so do i. but i don't want a autism diagnosis
i dont fuck with holidays that celebrate colonialism. i never have. don't ask me how i became this way, my parents aren't as anarchist as me but in some ways i see trails of their ideologies in my own. i read a lot. and think a