So… We did the Portland to Coast walking relay this weekend. My hips are sore! But it was awesome. Lighting wind and rain!
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So… We did the Portland to Coast walking relay this weekend. My hips are sore! But it was awesome. Lighting wind and rain!
AVENGERS KEYCHAINS! I’ve had these for ages but it took me a while to find artfully cracked concrete to photograph them on ;D - $8 or $13 for two on Storenvy!
AND TO CELEBRATE:
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trans-substantiation
- It’s hopeful. Solarpunk doesn’t require an apocalypse. It’s a world in which humans haven’t destroyed ourselves and our environment, where we’ve pulled back just in time to stop the slow destruction of our planet. We’ve learned to use science wisely, for the betterment of ourselves and our planet. We’re no longer overlords. We’re caretakers. We’re gardeners.
- Scientists are heroes again. And not just physicists and astronomers. Knowledge of biology and earth sciences matter, they’re the building blocks for a future on Earth. Scientific literacy isn’t just for academics – it’s part of daily life. People know how the things they use work, and if they don’t, they can access that information.
- It’s diverse. Solarpunk is rooted in using the environment, so it looks different in different places. Alternative energy is best when specific to place (I imagine geothermal, wind, tidal, and hydroelectric energy sources are still used in certain places) so no overarching government system is needed. Communities can organize themselves, taking their own location and needs and history into account. Brazilian, Inuit, Egyptian, Pacific Northwest, and New Zealand solarpunk can all look very different, but be unified in resourceful, intentional, low impact living.
- Individuality still matters. In a post-scarcity society, ingenuity and self-expression are not sacrificed on the altar of survival. With solar power there’s no reason not to go off grid, if that’s what you want to do. Communities can self-organize. You can find a community that suits you, or go live by yourself if that floats your boat.
- There’s room for spirituality and science to coexist. Solarpunk is rooted in a deep understanding and reverence for natural processes. There’s room for spirituality there, be it pagan, Buddhist, Sufi, Transcendentalism – anything. There’s so much to explore, from nature worship to organized monotheistic religions, and how they interact with solarpunk.
- It’s beautiful. The most common solarpunk aesthetic is art nouveau, but again there’s room for diversity, incorporating art styles from multiple cultures in respectful, non-appropriative ways. The most important aspect of solarpunk aesthetic is the melding of art and utility. The idea of intentional living is strong in art nouveau, but it’s not the only art movement with that philosophy.
- We can make it happen. Now. Earthships. Permaculture. Aquaponics. Algae lighting. Compostable products that turn into fields of flowers. Buy Nothing organizations. Tiny, beautiful, efficient homes. Solar power cells you can see through. That’s all happening now. Solarpunk is within our grasp, at least on a personal level. I’m not saying there aren’t still big, ugly infrastructures devoted to unethical consumption, but we can start to tear them down. We can build a solarpunk world with stories and small changes. And small changes lead to big changes. That’s the real beauty of solarpunk. It’s not a post-apocalyptic power fantasy. It’s not a wistful daydream, or an elite future only for physicists. It’s something we can work towards right now. It’s tangible.
I have never heard of this and I want it to exist very badly.
I honestly didn’t even read all of this; just the first two made me want to delve into this idea.
Does anyone else have this terrible, nagging feeling that you should be drawing 24/7? Or is that just me???
That’s me and this animation project in working in…
I decided to mix it up and do some non-fiction
god this is fucking accurate sometimes
So. True. …sigh. The stove one reminded me of that industrial hot glue gun that time.
some pen and ink drawings by Franklin Booth.
Would anyone be interested if I tried to draw a story with my best approximation of this style? I may do it anyway, just to see how It would turn out. Those pen and ink masters of a hundred years or so ago were really something…
Ffffffffffffffff
Thematically and technically marvelous: Franklin Booth is one of my favorite artists.
… Woooowwwww
Went running this morning. The broken toe thing isn’t so much a thing any more, so that’s good.
We learned on this run that bald eagles are douchebags.
Seriously. There was a hawk scouting for her breakfast, and we kept seeing it scanning the bank for rodents. After a half hour or so she flew up, pursued by two bald eagles. She had apparently caught a rodent that was nearly as large as she was and one of the eagles got close enough and aggressive enough that she dropped it. The first eagle caught it and the second one was in hot pursuit. They flew out over the river and the second eagle got the first to drop the rodent but wasn’t as agile and missed it. The rodent hit the water and the second eagle circled a bit but then had to give up in disgust.
So the hawk had to go hunting again. I figure she was like, “screw this; those eagles can fight over it and I’ll just get something else, the scavenger bastards.”
Eagle one was probably like, “yeah I’m just gonna let that hawk do all the work and I’ll kick her ass and take her food,” while eagle two was all like, “oh hey that’s a good idea bro, I’m going to do the same thing and..! Aw. I missed it bro.”
To which eagle one replied, “you jackass.”
And the hawk, having found further breakfast while the Eagles weren’t looking went off to munch it in the relative safety of the trees on the island.
I figure rodent number one’s fat little ghost was watching all this. “What? No not a hawk! Aw, crap. Well it was a good life I guess, no wait! Into the river?! I died for that?! You douchebags.”
So yeah. Bald eagles are douchebags.
I’m about to have a fun afternoon.
So my trainer’s bf cheated on her. She broke up with him. He’s holding her stuff hostage until she agrees to talk with him. Which she refuses.
She trains; for free mind you; three college linebackers, a college wrestler, two martial artists, a body builder, and… wait for it…. a Navy seal. We’re gonna go get her shit for her.
This should make for an interesting story.
So everyone who commented on this being like the avengers, you are absolutely right. That’s what all of us had in our heads as we were rolling over to dude’s house. But I’m very proud to say, this ended without violence.
Arrival:
So the super friends all jumped into one of the linebacker’s explorer and headed over to dude’s house. Ok the squad: you all know me, but the other martial artist is a little wirey hapkido guy, the linebackers are all giants (an estimated combined weight of I’d say 750-800lbs), the wrestler looks like an escaped gorilla, then the navy seal looks like your average guy but something about him is unsettling. Really unsettling. Unfortunately, the body builder had to work. Anyway, we send the Hapkido guy and the wrestler to the door first and dude answers, screams at them, and then slams the door in their face. Then the giant linebackers head over and they ring the door bell again. Lo and behold, he was much more polite, but still denied access. Finally, me and the seal join the fray. I casually make my way towards the front of the group, but the seal decides to CLIMB THE BANISTER. We all just turned and started at him completely shocked when dude answers the door. He looks at this weird mismatched group of relatively threatening individuals and one guy perched on his banister like batman. He was like “FINE. Go take what you’re looking for.”
Retrieval:
So we’re all walking through the house gathering what we think are her things and putting them into two boxes. Mind you. We are completely guessing. We didn’t even tell her we were coming, therefore we had no list of items.The only one really being productive was Hapkido, who was legitimately looking for stuff. The linebackers were just randomly picking up furniture, turning it over, and putting it back down. Just showing off how strong they were. In case the numbers game wasn’t enough, I guess they were letting him know they could break him if they wanted to. The seal was just shadowing dude in his own house. Walking behind him, not saying much, just being creepy. Then there’s me. Who was causing general mischief…. He said to take what I was looking for, that’s what I was looking for. Ahaha and the wrestler made a fricken sandwich. Because “you guys look like you have it under control, and I’m a sucker for egg salad.” We were in and out in 15 minutes.
Delivery:
So the autobots rolled out and headed towards homegirl’s spot. She was conveniently outside when we rolled up. We got out and she was like, how do you all even know each other. The truth is, we don’t. She sent us all an email once and didn’t blind copy us all. She vented to all of us about dude holding onto her stuff and we started emailing and that was that. We told her that we went to see her ex. “OMG what did you say to him?” Nothing. We’re not messenger boys. We’re delivery boys. And we gave her her boxes of stuff. She went through the first box and said that was most of her stuff. Then she got to my box and asked “Wtf is all that shit.” So I explained that I took all the batteries out of his remote controls, his deodorant, the light bulb out of his master closet, every pair of dress socks that I could find, the laces out of his running shoes, and all the toilet paper in the house. The guys just looked at me and kind of nodded like they were impressed. She then unexpectedly started CRYING and thanked us. So you have this group of meat heads all standing awkwardly with this weeping trainer. It was quiet for a second when the seal was like “So…. Chipotle?” And we all got burrito bowls.
What a great day.
Martial artists, nonviolence, and a seriously lovely little bit of harmless vengeance. I love this whole story.
OMG THE DRESS SOCKS THOUGH THAT GUY IS GONNA SPEND WEEKS SWEARING ABOUT HOW HE HAD MORE.
YES.