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Cake day: July 7th, 2023

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  • I used to very much feel that way. I was incensed that we’d keep animals in tiny boxes, which must be existentially destructive to the psyches of these creatures.

    Recent visits to moderns zoos and conservatories have shown me that zoology has seriously evolved from when I was younger. I’m not trying to say you shouldn’t feel the way you do, just maybe take a look at what they’re up to now, I think the underlying approach has changed for the better.

    I’m know there are still lots of for-profit zoos around the world, however, that treat the creatures like hell. And in that case I don’t defend that even remotely. That’s where I’d be in total agreement with your sentiment.


  • If I had to choose an order of importance, just my opinion

    1. Posting
    2. Discussing
    3. Voting

    Edit: I posted quite a lot on jazz, gave up, went back. I’m only saying this to point out what is probably obvious, that I love the form

    I think realistically, jazz is both an intimidating, and quite inaccessible form in ways. Someone just dipping in their toes can find that what they expected was a cozy warm hot spring, and ended up in an infinite pool stretching in all directions

    It can be really scary and disorienting!

    I feel jazz isn’t really a genre so much as a viewpoint on life and sound, and that can make it so difficult to find common ground

    So in a weird way, it might be better if there was less discussion and more sharing. That’s probably a weird view. But what I would like is kind of selfish in my own way. The more people share and feel free to do so without judgment, the happier I am! Because I love new music, but like any normal human I do get trapped in certain vortexes. Apparently I entered a time warp to the 50s-70s and haven’t found a single step back in 20 years lol










  • When I was in my twenties I met this girl. I got really sick, and she wanted to impress me and made soup. She knew nothing about cooking.

    She boiled a chicken, did not separate anything. Chopped up a head of parsley and threw it in.

    Then she served it to me with glistening eyes and a hopeful look. “I want you to feel better, I made soup for you”.

    It was just basically grey chicken fat with bones, cartilage, skin floating in it.