I've been in 118 degree weather once before and that was at the very bottom of the Grand Canyon at the beginning of fucking August
why is this happening in the PNW in June
uhhhhhhhhh
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RT @EricHolthaus
Salem, Oregon, the state capital, has just hit 117°F. That's hot enough to be a new all-time record... in Las Vegas.
https://twitter.com/EricHolthaus/status/1409618005634404363
RT @NLRG_
if one breeds @pareinoia would that make one a kiwifarmer
can someone please explain kitty beans to curzi
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RT @michaelcurzi
@pareinoia everything here makes sense except the word 'beans'
https://twitter.com/michaelcurzi/status/1409523493859860488
shamelessly stolen from a friend of mine who made this (i think?)
if you're that friend and you see this hi please don't tell anyone my twitter handle
(this wasn't actually happening "in" the dream, but at a higher level, like I was perceiving the connections between two dreams as they played out at the same time. in the dream I just thought I was making a smoothie.)
I was really proud of the smoothie I made. I was experimenting with blending together different fruits and veggies I had on hand. the order I put them in corresponded to the cuts I made in my music video remix, and when I started the blender, the video would play.
also I was hiking barefoot. hiking in shoes wasn't even up for consideration — the choice was between hiking in socks and hiking barefoot. I tried being in my socks at first, then I thought "wait, I'm an idiot, you're supposed to hike barefoot, not in socks" and took them off.
didn't want to hike while carrying a plastic bag, since I wanted both my hands free. so I, standing outside at the trailhead, leaned forward and reached into my closet at home, and procured an old hiking backpack I had. much better.
unapologetic. hard to kill. feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy.