Recycling bin

That’s the thing, for many of us there’s no recycling bin for cardboard, plastic, glass, etc, it all goes into one big mixed public dump, like it was the goddamned 1980s and before.

There is one neighborhood operation that picks up the organic rinds and peels and eggshells for the compost. But they don’t want any cardboard in there, napkins they don’t mind.

There have been recycling campaigns, but they all seem to have petered out, then Covid put the nails in their coffin.

Boxes are for squares.
Jars, however…!

Take psychedelics, why not, go for it.
Put lasers near your eyes, absolutely.
But never, EVER, take psychedelics
and ALWAYS put salt in your eyes!

'Tis also a disturbing place, m’lord, pregnant with a wordless dread that seems to seep into the very marrow of any and all good, God-fearing vessels such as we.

“Let your hatred for the Jedi guide you!”

Lordlandia!

Lordland, the land of the landlords.
Or would that be Landlordlandia?
I dunno, I get confused sometimes.

I have a hard time wrapping my head around the concept of how an observer is inextricably intertwined with the object/particle being observed, as part of the framework for the equations to flow, so to speak.

Then there’s the fact that Newton’s equations assume an infinite speed of light, until physicists of the 19th century that pinned it down, then Einstein established it as a constant.
If you try and use lightspeed at the atomic level, many values blow up to infinity, the math stops working, the answers become like static noise.

Recently I found out that Schrödinger’s famous equation is written in the framework of classical, newtonian physics, not in quantum terms. Like using a star screwdriver to flat screws, yet it seems to do an admirable job up to a point. And you have a whole lot of infinities to sweep under the rug and ignore, what is it called, Normalization or Renormalization? One of the two.

It’s all incredibly complex and abstract, the numbers being measured by the guys in the lab were strange to the point of absurd, and if you think it’s weird for us now, imagine how they saw it then.

So yeah, the math says that the observer is not passive from afar, the observer is part of the equation itself of what is trying to be measured.
Then the closer you look, the blurrier things get, like a greased pig you can’t get it to hold still, not even for an instant, particularly at the smaller scales, things don’t behave the way they do at our sensory and mental level. Things behaving as if going backwards through time. Particles and anti-particles popping in and out of existence. Particles transforming into other particles. Particles going through walls. The list goes on and on and on.

Weird stuff has to be conjured up to try and make any sense of this.
Light or electrons as amplitudes of probability waves. Axes of imaginary numbers, eigenvalues in Hilbert spaces, wave-particle duality, etc.

Reality is extraordinary, it will keep on always surpassing our expectations and imaginations. It just keeps on happening this way, wherever we poke at.

And it’s not just about the guns, it’s about the types of guns that can be bought and sold openly and freely due to decades of intense NRA lobbying. Assault rifles. No background checks. Etcetera. Add a constant deluge of right-wing rage and outrage content on the internet AND television, us vs them, my side right or wrong, fuck my brother and neighbor.

Their antivaxxx mentality applies to everything they touch, everything in their daily lives. Reality doesn’t matter, all that matters is that I must hurt all those who are not just like me, everybody on my facebook/twitter/tiktok/whatever says so! They also tell me the sky is about to collapse and it’s all and always the fault of dem libruls!

But first you must face the Captcha test to prove that you are, in fact, not Anish Kapoor.

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You must not NOSN’T!

Yeah, they start “Isn’t it utterly heeelarious that…” and proceed to spell out something grim and morbid.

Fuck the fascists for making us feel schadenfreude.

The ol’ Cantor Mystery Box McGuffin!

Now that you mention it, there was an old shoe repairman in my town, among other knickknacks he had a piggy bank on a shelf, but it was like a bust of JFK, and the coin slot was right where Oswald supposedly “acted alone”.

But le charlee kercke is like scraping the bottom of the barrel on that political and cultural scale.

TWO MAN LUGE!
TWO MAN LUGE!
Two men enter, two men leave…
the Two Man Luge closet

So what does one do with such items? Is there a collector’s market for merch sold on the grounds upon whence le charley kirke died like he despicably preached for others not himself?

“It’s the tee-shirts and caps from where there was a shooting! Somewhere in 'Murica!”

They did that once before! They called it Fanta, the official soft drink of the third reich.

Because somebody had to wipe that smug retrograde smirk off his face, that’s why.

Holy shit, that kid on the lower right corner looks like Harrison Ford!
One quarter Jewish… not too shabby!

That’s a movie elevator pitch, right?
The Witches Of Etsy.

I’m gonna tell my kids this was pre-European Union Nicolas Cage.