The ramen noodles crop is coming in nicely in the Icelandic highlands this year!
JK, that's Alectoria ochroleuca
But I protect myself, I surround myself with books, their silence does not demand anything, they exist , they are alive , they are for anyone to open, unlike us human being.
–Bo Carpelan, tr. by David McDuff , from "Urwind". Published c. 1993
Biologist: Can't do math
Theoretical Physicist: Can’t do anything but math
Geologist: Rock collection addict
Military Scientist: Meet the Engineer TF2
Archeologist: Thinks about the Roman Empire more times a day than most men think about sex
Sexologist: Thinks about sex more times a day than most men think about the Roman Empire
Chemist: A pyromaniac and/or is very fun at parties
Science Communicator: Is only fun at parties when everyone else there are nerds
Mycologist/Entomologist: They are VERY interested and passionate about gross things and THAT IS YOUR PROBLEM
Computer Scientist: gay
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I'm always taken aback when someone asks me if I have a boyfriend because I've convinced myself so much that people perceive me as a sexless entity roaming the mortal world in search of something incomprehensible that I'm surprised the people around me see me as like.... a cishet
spalted wood - discoloured patterns in the wood that occur naturally when an infestation of fungus colonise a tree and extract nutrients from it, leaving behind a map of their battlefield
The trees don't "help" each other. They don't "decide" to let the fungus in. All they know is that when they call for help, the fungus answers. Without the fungus, they'd be nothing. It's like if a government was part of your body. It's the closest thing they have to a god. Isn't there something horrifying about that, deep down. God exists and you can't escape it. God exists and you can't live without it. God exists and spends every day ensuring that your brother's blood flows through your veins. Deep, deep in your DNA, there is a pact that links you all to the beast underground.
hot girl summer? no you misheard me. it's rot girl summer. time to cover yourself with mushrooms and start decomposing, baby