
Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff: On the progression of time during lockdown
Yeah yeah, the Time-Knife. We’ve all seen it.
Yeah yeah, the Time-Knife. We’ve all seen it.
When someone is credibly accused of being a bigot or a harasser and shows no signs of remorse, you have to chose to either stop supporting them or come to terms with their behavior, because we can’t rightfully operate as if a piece of art suddenly has no creator.
Statements and messages of support on social media, even when well-intentioned, can quickly become performative. When an issue doesn’t directly affect you, standing down and uplifting others can often be the best way to generate change.
Just because something is made for an adult audience doesn’t automatically make it better or more mature than something that was made with kids in mind. From coloring books to animation, we should be able enjoy whatever we like without feeling judged.
We need hope and positivity to thrive, we can’t just be content to survive. But like toilet paper, hope seems to be in short supply these days.
I recently got rid of my 19-year-old Zojirushi rice cooker, replacing it with a newer model, and I was feeling sentimental.
Streaming music may be convenient, but it’s not a perfect match for all the music lovers out there. From certain songs not being available on all (or any) streaming sites to secretive proprietary algorithms putting tunes in people’s ears, there are some downsides to streaming music.
Burnout is very real, and if you don’t carve out space in your life to exist, you’re going to hit a wall, and that’s going to make it harder to do the things that actually make you money in the first place.