Hawaii once had a rat problem. Then, somebody hit upon a brilliant solution. Import mongooses from India. Mongooses would kill the rats. It worked. Mongooses did kill the rats. Mongooses also killed chickens, young pigs, birds, cats, dogs, and small children. There have been reports of mongooses attacking motorbikes, power lawn mowers, golf carts, and James Michener. In Hawaii now, there are as many mongooses as there once were rats. Hawaii had traded its rat problem for a mongoose problem. Hawaii was determined nothing like that would ever happen again…Society had a crime problem. It hired cops to attack crime. Now society has a cop problem.

Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker (1980)

This felt relevant

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I wonder what my parents would think if they knew I had psychoanalysed them to the point where I could destroy them with a sentence.

motionaddicts:

A Series of Elements.

Fire
Water
Earth
Wind

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aestheticgoddess:

Castle in the Air, M.C. Escher, 1928 

reminds me of my dreams

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saigono-arisaka:

スマートフォンはどっかいけ

saigono-arisaka:

スマートフォンはどっかいけ

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My five year old niece has an intense interest in plants and animals. I explain that words with ‘bio’ in are about living things, and a biologist is someone who studies living things. Then we’re outside, touching a fuzzy plant, and I ask “How do you suppose it got like that?” - hoping I can tell her about genes and mutation and defense mechanisms and plants having various ways to attract and store moisture.
She responds “God must have made it like that. That’s the only way it could have gotten like that”
I look down and sigh.
Later, someone asks her what the word is for when animals or plants live together to benefit each other and she says “I think that’s called sym-bi-osis”
There’s hope after all.

ufocottoncandy:

“Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.”


Ellen Goodman
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     No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.  
     -   Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini

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Joe is honest sometimes