#also I gotta do laundry

[deityofhearts]

Kane leaves tomorrow ;-;

[why-the-heck-not]

29.06.23, thursday

I had a presentation today, and there's nothing (and I mean nothing) I hate more than those, so as a treat I made the rest of the day real cozy. Baked bread & listened to podcast while cleaning my apartment; good chill times

[aeide-thea]

06-07-23 Why Patagonia helped Samsung redesign the washing machine

Samsung is releasing a wash cycle and a new filter, which will dramatically shrink microfiber pollution.

Eight years ago, Patagonia started to study a little-known environmental problem: With every load of laundry, thousands (even millions) of microfibers, each less than 5 millimeters long, wash down the drain. Some are filtered out at water treatment plants, but others end up in the ocean, where fibers from synthetic fabric make up a surprisingly large amount of plastic pollution—35%, by one estimate. Fragments of your favorite sweatshirt might now be floating in the Arctic Ocean. In a collaboration that began two years ago, the company helped inspire Samsung to tackle the problem by rethinking its washing machines. Today, Samsung unveiled its solution: A new filter that can be added to existing washers and used along with a “Less Microfiber” cycle that Samsung also designed. The combination makes it possible to shrink microfiber pollution by as much as 98%.

[…] Patagonia’s team connected Samsung with Ocean Wise, a nonprofit that tests fiber shedding among its mission to protect and restore our oceans. Samsung shipped some of its machines to Ocean Wise’s lab in Vancouver, where researchers started to study how various parameters change the results. Cold water and less agitation helped—but both of those things can also make it harder to get clothing clean. “There are maybe two ways of increasing the performance of your washing machine,” says Moohyung Lee, executive vice president and head of R&D at Samsung, through an interpreter. “Number one is to use heated water. That will obviously increase your energy consumption, which is a problem. The second way to increase the performance of your washing machine is to basically create stronger friction between your clothes . . . and this friction and abrasion of the fibers is what results in the output of microplastics.” Samsung had already developed a technology called “EcoBubble” to improve the performance of cold-water cycles to help save energy, and it tweaked the technology to specifically tackle microfiber pollution. “It helps the detergent dissolve more easily in water so that it foams better, which means that you don’t need to heat up your water as much, and you don’t need as much mechanical friction, but you still have a high level of performance,” Lee says. The new “Less Microfiber” cycle, which anyone with a Samsung washer can download as an update for their machine, can reduce microfiber pollution by as much as 54%. To tackle the remainder, the company designed a filter that can be added to existing washers at the drain pipe, with pores tiny enough to capture fibers. They had to balance two conflicting needs: They wanted to make it as simple as possible to use, so consumers didn’t have to continually empty the filter, but it was also critical that the filter wouldn’t get clogged, potentially making water back up and the machine stop working. The final design compresses the microfibers, so it only has to be emptied once a month, and sends an alert via an app when it needs to be changed. Eventually, in theory, the fibers that are collected could potentially be recycled into new material rather than put in the trash. (Fittingly, the filter itself is also made from recycled plastic.) When OceanWise tested the cycle and filter together, they confirmed that it nearly eliminated microfiber pollution. Now, Samsung’s challenge is to get consumers to use it. The filter, which is designed to be easily installed on existing machines, is launching now in Korea and will launch in the U.S. and Europe later this year. The cost will vary by market, but will be around $150 in the U.S. The cycle, which began to roll out last year, can be automatically installed on WiFi-connected machines.

[acekindaneat]

wawa month Week 3 - Me Time <3

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[bookwyrminspiration]

happy clean the entire house in 2 hours Saturday to all who celebrate (me)

[hancfubuki]

Acting normally towards Kaveh, there was no reason for him to change his behavior. It is pretty obvious by now some things did change, yet at the same time gaining a title is not really a big difference from the previous domestic interactions they had. What did change was him in the morning kissing the top of the blonde’s head before leaving the house. ‘I’ll be back late today’. That’s all he said, starting his way to the Akademiya. He is not going to be far away from home, and in any case Mehrak will always be connected to his earpieces. Still he doesn’t ask for explanations or a detailed list of the activities Kaveh’s going to do through the day. Probably at the Tavern, or drinking with someone. Squints. That’s dangerous, actually. But he is far from over thinking, that’s Kaveh’s job after all.

Routine hasn’t changed that much since that particular day. Work, tavern, home. An usual pattern he accustomed himself to follow strictly during the week-- work days, actually. He couldn’t say his job was tedious, but lately all the applications were so badly written he was starting to get bored, rejecting each one of them after reading only one sentence. That was enough to tell if the person is a good applicant or not, call it experience, or call it laziness. Whichever it was, Alhaitham knows exactly how to handle this burst of horrible apps that appear at certain time of the year. Working late is not usual either. As soon as the clock marks the end of his shift, he completely forgets about anything that is related to work. Unless, something urgent comes to disrupt his perfect and meticulous regime. 

The urgent matter: Lord Kusanali asking for tea. 

Groans. He is not the social type. He is not one for divinities, and in fact, he sees her as just another person. Doesn’t care about her ‘archon’ status, and he is curious about her taking such liking to him after the incident. He sort of saved her, though? So he can understand why she likes him, but the company was not bad at all. It felt like spending the time with your favorite aunt, yes, the closest description he could get for her. She looked like a kid, but perfectly could be his grandma. Ah. Perhaps that’s the reason he is unable to refuse the invitation, another relationship that could cover for the empty space in his heart. 

As always, the gathering goes well. He talked a bit with Nahida, about the applicants, about Kaveh, about subjects that might be considered boring for others. However, all the time he is there, he is thinking about returning home. And the time finally comes, yet again, thankfully he is not far away from home. The sound of the keys clacking in his pocket, this time leaving a copy for Kaveh as he did not feel like taking them, just for today. The door opens, taking a look inside of the room, looking for the blonde’s figure with his eyes. Though, his gaze focuses on the living room. At first glance, everything seems normal, perfect even, casual. Two sets of instruments, two set of plates and two-- no. There are three glasses over the table. This cannot be fully considered suspicious, but they are used to leave two of each item scattered all over the house. It’s only two of them, so seeing an extra glass on the table only means someone was home. Or is. 

Alhaitham frowns lightly, staring carefully at the empty room and trying to see if there’s glances of other people. Taking a quick guess, perhaps the traveler and Paimon are around, but he would know for sure if that little noisy floaty being is around. His tongue clacks against the roof of his mouth. He is not going to dwell on it. Instead, he walks towards the sofa, cape being thrown at the other sofa, shoes messily left next to the furniture. His belt pouch, always full of things. The music device left at the side of his body, taking a book out of it as he comfortably lays down on the sofa. The belt is discarded somewhere on the floor, and then he simply takes off his shirt, tossing it aside. Messy as always. But oh, the comfort of being at home! He knows Kaveh will appear to scold him for leaving everything on the floor. Normal routine. Light perfectly set to a reading mood, eyes focused on the pages of the book he is reading. Today’s subject is philosophy, another book he will probably finish by the end of the week. Who cares, though? He is just waiting for Kaveh to appear and yell at him. Or kiss him as a greeting, whatever comes first. 

@inardescere​ 

[musical-chick-13]

Okay, no, sorry, I’m still mad about this. “Be critical of the media you consume and examine why you react to it in the way that you do, support marginalized and stigmatized identities.” Yeah, until it’s about mental illness.

A woman (or even man, if he’s deemed over-emotional) makes music about suffering from mental illness and people just go, “What are they complaining about, that’s so immature, hashtag wangst.” (And then, sometimes, inexplicably, if the mentally ill woman gets better and writes happier music, they then talk about how artistically bankrupt she is now and that she should go back to hating herself.) People LOVE cis white pRoBLeMaTiC (straight) fictional men until they are realistically mentally ill, in which case they’re “whiny” and “insufferable” and deserve to die violently, apparently (or, if fandom is merciful, they’re ignored). (And then they celebrate when they DO inevitably get killed off.) “Do your duty and watch [thing I, mc13, personally find insufferable] For The (white) Gays because it has Gays.” Sure, will you watch c4 Pure, the ONLY show specifically about OCD, then? (No, the answer is no, it’s always no.)

I can’t get anyone to watch Doom Patrol. I couldn’t get people (in general-I did convince a few irl friends thank GOD) to watch Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. One of the most popular and acclaimed shows right now has a character with schizophrenia who was turned into the Big Bad Villain for no fucking reason. One of the most commonly-cited examples of Iconic™ queer media involves a mentally ill man being broken over and over and over again before The Ship™ can reasonably happen. DW introduced a major character who was at one point suffering from mental illness in her past, AND THEN ALL MENTION OF THIS WAS COMPLETELY DROPPED IN THE FUTURE, WITH NO BEARING ON ANYTHING TO THE POINT WHERE I FORGOT IT EVEN EXISTED??!?!? R*tched was a thing that existed despite the Sad Sympathetic Backstory treatment being IN DIRECT CONTRADICTION OF WHAT PURPOSE THIS CHARACTER SERVED IN One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. THEY GAVE. A SAD WOOBIE VILLAIN TREATMENT. TO THE /LITERAL PERSONIFICATION/ OF ABLEISM. THAT IS HER FUNCTION. TO EXIST AS A SYMBOL OF ALL THE WAYS SOCIETY OPPRESSES THE DISABLED AND MENTALLY ILL.

I am!!! Literally!!!!! The only one!!!!!!!!! Complaining about these things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ONLY ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No one else has said ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No one is talking about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so tired!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[theflyingfeeling]

because today seems like a great day to make unwise decisions, I secured my ticket to BC's Berlin show and am about to do so with Leipzig as well, but is it just me or is there no pdf-ticket (€ 0.00) available for Leipzig?! 🤨

[altruistic-meme]

1600 words tonight!!! hell yeah!!! let's fucking go!!!!!!!!

and because we all know i get wayyy too excited when writing and want to share everything: here is a short excerpt from those 1600 words :)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[deaths]

i gotta get ready for work waaahhhh............!!!

[cappurrccino]

WELL. now that i've put my mood and general outlook on my future directly in the toilet by dealing with student loans, what should i do with my day

[merge-conflict]

resolve

content warning: reference to drug use

The penthouse suite Kerry had secured was ridiculously preem, and so clean that Johnny felt creeped out just being in it after so long on the road. At the very least it wasn’t the same sort of two-toned minimalist nightmare that every rich corpo on earth seemed to favor, kitted out instead in what he thought might be actual wood, with some mix of red, blue, and green that felt positively medieval when looking out over a desert city screaming with neon. It was the air that really unnerved him– at least two or three degrees lower than any normal human could possibly want, and dry as a bone. He’d have preferred some dive where he at least understood how to operate the thermostat, but he’d been overruled on every side, and now they were shacked up in the second highest tower in Vegas with Alt already cozy inside the hotel’s network.

V had disappeared the moment they’d arrived, although that wasn’t hard to do in the maze of tiny little rooms. Johnny followed his instincts and found her not too far from the server closet where Alt had stashed Smasher. She was looking out the window that made up one entire wall, ignoring him even though she always kept tabs on anybody in a hundred foot radius with her freaky little network powers.

“Hey,” he called. “You still giving me the silent treatment?”

She didn’t even turn her head. “You’ve been the one avoiding me.”

“Yeah, well you haven’t exactly been easy to be around.”

“Drop dead.”

“C’mon–“ She didn’t resist when he slipped an arm around her waist, bracing herself as he leaned into her. “You still mad?”

Considering the last time they’d been this close she’d broken his nose, he’d expected at least a little resistance, but V just turned into him for a full body hug and buried her face in his neck. Figuring that was a pretty unambiguous way to say no, he pulled her in closer– a gesture which she returned so strongly that for a while he could barely breathe. She was useless when she tried to speak like this, so he petted her hair and waited for her to relax.

Finally she did, raising her head just enough so they were cheek to cheek. “Where’s Kerry?”

“Still out with the paparazzi.”

It had been her idea for him to publicly blame Arasaka for harassing him. She seemed to think that they’d back off while they were still trying win the pre-war publicity contest, but frankly it all sounded gonk to him. Still, it wasn’t like they could avoid Arasaka satellites forever, and it probably would keep Kerry a little safer. Not that he was going to let his guard down.

“Okay,” V said, in the tone meant everything was not okay, and was in fact bad enough for her to admit it.

“Okay?” he echoed, a little wary.

“He sent me a message.” Her voice was devoid of all emotion, which was another bad sign. Even worse, when he realized who she meant by he. “A long one. I haven’t read it.”

“Good.” He stepped a little further in against her, so they weren’t just hugging but standing as close as they could be without occupying the same space. “Anything he really wanted to say to you he could have done to your face.” And it was a good thing Takemura was such a fucking coward, or else it would have been nigh impossible to pry V away from a short-lived career trying to convince that porcelain bitch what a good asset she was. Not that he was going to give that bag of bolts any credit.

“I didn’t exactly tell him I was leaving.”

“Forget about him.”

V exhaled sharply. “Sure.”

It was always impossible for him to tell what was going to set her off, so Johnny elected not to reply. It was hard not to– he had plenty to say. But he scratched gently at her scalp and ran his fingers over the back of her neck until she had all but melted into him.

“You were right,” he said, begrudgingly. Not what he’d planned to come here and say, but it was what she needed to hear and less dangerous than arguing. “About not throwing it all away.”

She laughed, and it only sounded a little damp. “Of course I was.”

“Yeah, well. Goes for you too.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She nuzzled against him. “Guess we’re still stuck with each other.”

“Guess so.”

“I hate you for making me choose,” she said, in a sudden rush. Her grip on him tightened, and he knew from experience that she wanted to hit him. She wasn’t going to, but she wanted to. “Hate you.”

The words stung more than he wanted to admit. “No you don’t.”

“I should.”

“Why?”

“I should,” she repeated, pressing her face back into his neck. He only felt the one tear, but it was scorching hot as it was rolled under his collar. It reminded him of how cold it was, and how nice it was to feel her warmth.

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m still mad?”

“You aren’t.”

“Not the point.”

“Are you still mad?”

“A little.” He wished he was angrier. She’d fucked with his head just to get what she wanted, and now here she was sobbing into his shoulder.

V sighed, and turned to kiss his jaw. “I’m not sorry.”

“Of course not.”

He squeezed her a little tighter and let his head fall on her shoulder– and only because he knew she wouldn’t get spooked. Just the opposite, in fact, as she ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed little circles on his neck that made him shiver.

Maybe he should have been angrier with her, for turning him into the kind of sap that wanted nothing more than to stand there with her in his arms and feel her heart beat against his chest. She’d infected him. Turned him soft– and yet it was hard to resent just now. Hell, sometimes he wished he could just crawl back under her skin: feel the buzz of her contentment, the sharp high of her satisfaction. V never looked at him and wished he was someone else.

“You know what we should do?” she murmured. “I think we should do a little exploring and then get really, exceptionally high.”

He laughed, despite himself. “Now that sounds like a plan.”

[aropride]

how the fuck do u wash a weighted blanket

[gessshoku]

Yo i made some cotl art but I forgot to save it so now I’m just shaking in my seat wanting to share it but have to wait until I get home

[gh0s1y]

at any time im being pulled in seven direction at once. i admire ppl who have clarity of purpose