These posts are quite different from each other.
In the radioactive mantle of a nameless planet dwelled the kahaldans, who lived in an air bubble in the rock and coated its inner surface with glowing farms of fungi.
We didn't stick around long enough to meet the aliens, but our dogs did.
I used to be a high functioning marijuana addict. Now I am a much higher functioning addict. I achieved this with a spreadsheet and a dynamically adjusting meditation goal that was designed to get me high once a week on average. It is my greatest success in working with myself rather than against myself to shape my own behavior. Most people will not find this relevant; I posted this in the hopes that the few who do will find it as impactful as I did.
I read some Jordan Peterson because people were making fun of him and I wanted to know what that was about, and he has a segment about becoming a good cell-mate with your own mind. You're trapped with yourself in your own head; it's in your interest to make that little prison community run smoothly. Be polite. Trade with your neighbors. Crack jokes.
I want to urgently hammer into the consciousness of every progressive American straight woman struggling to find a partner that they should ask people out.
During the pandemic, I, who previously found social events hard to attend and even harder to host, started thinking of interesting event ideas.
Joseph Tainter’s explanation for why complex societies collapse in one sentence: the collapse of a society is a response to declining marginal returns on investment in complexity.