judo-ichidai:

left-reminders:

left-reminders:

“There is something very wrong with what we have made ourselves. We have become a civilization based on work — not even ‘productive work’ but work as an end and meaning in itself. We have come to believe that men and women who do not work harder than they wish at jobs they do not particularly enjoy are bad people unworthy of love, care, or assistance from their communities. It is as if we have collectively acquiesced to our own enslavement. The main political reaction to our awareness that half the time we are engaged in utterly meaningless or even counterproductive activities — usually under the orders of a person we dislike — is to rankle with resentment over the fact there might be others out there who are not in the same trap. As a result, hatred, resentment, and suspicion have become the glue that holds society together. This is a disastrous state of affairs.”

-David Graeber

His book Bullshit Jobs

Here it is free on the Anarchist Library

platycryptus:

golvio:

platycryptus:

zooxanthele:

platycryptus:

sand dollars doin their thing

they’re basically sea roombas

I mean, I knew on some fundamental level that they’re related to sea urchins. I knew that the parts that I find on the beach are their skeletons.

WHY DID THIS VIDEO SURPRISE ME??

They aren’t just related to sea urchins, they are sea urchins.

They’re just a group of really flat sea urchins with really short spines

who eat sand

Actually, sand dollars eat plankton. They just hoover it up from the sandy sea floor.

Some species do catch plankton in that manner to supplement their diet, but the most common form of sand dollar feeding is swallowing sand and scraping the biofilm of algae and bacteria off the individual grains.

https://youtu.be/dxZdBPDNiF4

Sand dollars eat sand in the same sense that earthworms eat dirt.

darkandstormyslash:

fireandlifeincarnate:

look…………….. write as much shitty fic as you want. nobody can stop you. you’re learning constantly and it’s better to write hackneyed implausible ridiculousness than it is to not write at all out of fear of fucking up. you’re good

There was an experiment a professor did. I think it was pottery students. He did an experiment of “quality” vs “quantity”. One half of the class he told; you have to make as many pots as possible. Good pots, bad pots, shitty pots, whatever. The more pots you make, the higher your grade.

The other half of the class were told, “you can make only one pot”. But that pot had to be perfect. The quality had to be high; the highest quality pot would get the best mark.

But when it came to the grading, they noticed something weird.

All the best quality pots were in the ‘quantity’ group.

The guys who were literally churning out pots, trying to make as many as possible, not concentrating on the quality. But every pot they made, made them better at making pots. By the end of the month (I think it was a month) – they had some pretty awesome pots coming out, because they enjoying finding all the ways and all the things they could do to make all their pots. Where as the ‘quality’ guys had spent their time reading up on pots, and technique, and researching and planning; which was all great but they’d had no further practice at actually making pots.

The best way to get really good at something, the only way to be really good at something, is to make lots of shitty attempts at that thing several of which will fail. If all you create are perfect things then you won’t improve, because how can you improve on perfect?

tl:dr MAKE YOUR SHITTY POTS.