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If this was my last ever tweet that’d probably be perfect.
Here’s one minute of goat zen.
You learn a lot about humans hanging out with goats.
This year I was the recipient of a metaphorical open-top shit sandwich. I was told I was “nice”, then a list of things I was not good at, and given an ultimatum.
I wish I had called out the behaviour then and there, but I was tired so I said thanks but no thanks. It was bullying. It was uncalled-for behaviour by persons in power. I know that now.
My advice/lesson is: recognise when someone is using your work to degrade you and know when to walk away.
Markdown is shit.
It makes my brain have to work so fucking hard just to remember the how that I give up on the what, which is the actual reason for being in writing mode in the first place.
Markdown is shit. Developers of new social and blogging platforms please give up on markdown. Microblog and Write As, I am looking at you.
So much of Medium is garbage, but the writing experience is painless and *looks like writing*, not like fucking code.
Every time someone says “Merry Christmas” to me:
Inner voice: Wait. Don’t they know I’m Jewish? I’m sure I told them. Or maybe I didn’t? That’s not a nice thing to say if they knew. Or maybe they think I’m one of those Jews that celebrate Christmas. Do I look like one of those? Or maybe it’s that I don’t look Jewish at all! Who am I kidding, I look like a rabbi. I wonder if Rabbi Kaplan is still alive. I don’t think so. Oh shit it’s been too long and I haven’t said anyth—
Outer voice: You too!
My most frequent dream is having to pee and not being able to find a bathroom. In last night’s dream I peed into a cash register because it was the closest thing I could find to a toilet. Then, later in the dream, I found a giant beautiful old Tetrapanax plant and I sat under it. I briefly thought I could have peed here but I decided that it was right to pee into capitalism instead of nature.
Community designer and farmer. Plants, goats, chickens, and turkeys. Outside Portland, Oregon. Mostly harmless. He/him.
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