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On Friday I pushed a giant blockhead baby out and a gaggle of OB residents came in to watch my asshole etc get stitched up. Happy Mother’s Day to me

My husband and I both make a small mag salary discourse amount $, but because we live in a midsized city that no one cares about and has not had a significant population increase OR decrease in like a century, we were able to buy a house :) everyone should try this.

House 🏠

You’re telling me this isn’t the set of Jeanne Dielman

This is what my baby girl will see on her walk to school

If I was the universe this shit would piss me off big time. I thought we were posthumanist

@peligrietzer Ya know….

@stridexpads Anna

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garlic system He had a system for garlic in prison he used to cut the garlic using a razor blade he’d cut the garlic so thin in prison that it would liquify in prison in the pan

The key to finishing and enjoying a 3 lb bag of pears is keeping an open mind for pears at all stages of ripeness. The pears will deliver something different each day.

Anyway I can’t get kids to listen to me for more than 3 minutes at a time but then again mine are in middle school

knowledges and experiences to the table, but as those knowledges and experiences dilute and degrade then the teacher as expert becomes a much more pertinent role. Biesta talks about it not like depositing knowledge but offering a gift

Moving scene. Thinking about how much students, teachers, learning environments have changed… Class sizes 2x this, 1:1 school issued devices, expectation that teachers are incorporating engagement/participation techniques like tUrN aNd TaLks (derogatory)

Hi my name is Immanuel Kant and this is my critique of pure reason

Threads is hell

May my grave become a shelter for every creature of God that wanders in search of refuge and warmth.

@roryisconfused @apotrafied Follow molly young’s Substack read like the wind. Excellent source of recommendations

I don’t want chic, incisive novels by people who know how to mingle at publishing-adjacent parties…I want to read bizarre, singular, musical novels by quasi-mystic basketcases who are otherwise shit at being alive

For lunch I packed pastina with chicken and vegetables, peanut butter pretzels, an avocado, a pear, an orange, and yogurt

Cow Tools was a documentary