#boulding

[nescious]

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[epicallyepicepilogue]

[omg-hellgirl]

Bianca Jagger photographed by Brian Bould with an ethnic Albanian refugee at the Senokos Camp, Macedonia, on May 12, 1999.

[rgr-pop]

fatphobia is a fascist body discipline regime that prevents us from accessing and imagining useful fun and interesting body discipline activities (getting used to a wider variety of foods, heat resilience)

[birbwell]

fellas which translation of St. Augustine's Confessions do you fuck with

[chuckbbirdsjunk]

[someiicecube]

Do you think Solomon likes soup? If so what kind?

idk what prompted this ask, but it's so out of left field I had to answer.

Lots of soup mentioned below the cut.

Firstly, we have to establish whether or not Solomon would eat soup.

The simple answer? Yes, of course he would. If it was served to him at a fancy dinner as a side— yes, he would eat it. If you made it for him whilst he was sickly and bedridden? He would give the world back to you… or most likely he'd want to return the favor one day— huh, what do you mean you don't want him making anything? He feels better now! Hey, why are you pushing him out of the kitchen? :(

One cannot simply ask whether or not Solomon has a favorite soup or not.

Like any person, he has his preferences and whatnot. Solomon prefers the classic savory kinds of soup, as he sees the dish as more of a side or something simple you make when feeling under the weather. Sour and overtly spicy flavors are things he tends to avoid. And with his dislike of the ocean, he reads to me as someone who wouldn't be privy to having any fish or seafood in his soup. Meat or vegetable-based soups are preferred.

Though, the soup he's most caught eating would be those instant noodle packets (with an egg mixed in) that he's totally not making at three am cause he forgot to eat a while ago. Oops—

But what kind of soup specifically?

Something that reminds you of home, is a common answer. But, frankly speaking, that guy has a fucky memory, so what can he remember of home? Sure, he does remember that he did have a favorite soup in his youth, but the flavor of which was something that has been lost to time and his old man brain.

So, if Solomon no longer (or has since forgotten) a soup that reminds him of home, what could be put in place of that?

That would be something made by someone he loves dearly— now if you read that as being you or someone else in universe, I'll leave it up to reader interpretation.

Hey, if that man's childhood home is lost to time, that's life. Sure, it's a sad thing to witness, but it was bound to happen— that's just how human civilizations work, they're built up, people flourish, centuries pass by, and then a new one takes its place.

But back on the soup and Solomon calling you his new home— home is not always a place, it can be a person (actually it can be a place if you consider 'your heart' a valid location).

Something made by you (whether under duress; looking at Solomon's cooking here) is always something Solomon would like. Of course, he still takes in his own preferences, but he's lucky that you do as well.

Yes, he does tend to delegate soup to be a side dish, but at home he doesn't mind making it the main course. Perhaps it's just him, but there's just something about sharing a warm bowl of soup on a cold night and sharing that with your beloved that… strikes him, makes him feel soft in side, and has a smile spreading across his lips as he takes in the moment.

Maybe it's the homemade soup making him feel all warm inside. Maybe it's the private company he's sharing with meal with. He'll never know. What Solomon does know, however, is that, he doesn't mind having soup if it's made by you.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

We have to visualize the Earth as a small, rather crowded spaceship, destination unknown, in which humans have to find a slender thread of a way of life in the midst of a continually repeatable cycle of material transformations. In a spaceship, there can be no inputs or outputs. The water must circulate through the kidneys and the algae, the food likewise, the air likewise. . . . In a spaceship there can be no sewers and no imports.

Up to now the human population has been small enough so that we have not had to regard the Earth as a spaceship. We have been able to regard the atmosphere and the oceans and even the soil as inexhaustible reservoirs, from which we can draw at will and which we can pollute at will. There is writing on the wall, however. . . . Even now we may be found irreversible damage to this previous little spaceship.

- K.E. Boulding, 1966

"Environmental Chemistry: A Global Perspective", 4e - Gary W. VanLoon & Stephen J. Duffy

[aphnatasha]

HONESTLY I think bayo would do that 😭 just for fun

SHE WOULD THO SHDBD

ok wait. y'know how theres certain types of birds that do silly and weird dances to attract a partner? fuckin imagine her doing that with you

[lizzy-bonnet]

Questions to ask yourself before giving up:

Are you hydrated? When did you last glut your thirst with a handful of spring?

Have you eaten anything besides emails or your fingernails in the last three hours? Have you pulled the protein out of an oak tree or palmed an avocado pit this month? Are your forlorn probiotics

languishing on your butter shelf? Are you dressed? If so, does your skirt strike matches alight as you walk by? Can you melt it a little around your waist and ribcage? Are you resisting

a dream? Wrestling a dreamless night? Let yourself take a bath in your bed clothes for fifteen minutes, no pressure to fall asleep. But make sure to turn off all your beehives first. At least take them out of your bedroom.

Have you uncoiled the ropes of your legs and strung them along the length of the city today? Have you let a lake or a snow bank sketch silent letters on your back? When did you last give away

your unworn clothes, your well-fitting metaphors? Tell a neighbour or a person across the coffee shop counter how well they catch the light.

Have you snugged into a seedpod in the past couple days? Do you need a massage? Complete something

smaller than a lichen: return a library book, or a letter, or a look, or a relationship you regret. Sew a button on that’s come loose. Crack a window. Crack an egg.

Do you feel unattractive? Rub your skin with smooth stones or strong magnets. Wear sunglasses. Take your reflection in on the surface of a puddle.

Give yourself ten minutes. Give yourself ten years. Give yourself an orgasm. Give yourself a change of seasons. Give yourself a new lover. Give yourself a to-do list written with sidewalk chalk and hopscotch across it.

Have you been working really hard shovelling all the sidewalks of your friendships? Remember it takes time to recover from exertion, especially when you are a seedling.

Know that your friends want to send help. They want to send daffodils and their extra hands to braid your hair. They all want to be deciduous trees and long semi-coloned sentences for you. They want to.

Remember: you are a comma, one beloved earring, a house circled on a traveller’s map, sometimes misplaced, but never an imposition.

Everyone feels like a hallway at some point or another. But you are a room that people enter to stay.

by Kaitlyn Boulding, November 19, 2015 | GUTS Magazine

[nervoussystemmusicreverence]

Julia Fordham - Porcelain

Artist

Julia Fordham

Composer

Julia Fordham

Lyricist

Julia Fordham

Produced

Julia Fordham Kevin Maloney Grant Mitchell Hugh Padgham

Credit

Miles Bould – Percussion Julia Fordham – Arranger, guitar, primary artist, producer, vocal arrangement, background vocals Manu Katché – Drums Dominic Miller – Bass, drum programming, engineer, guitar, keyboards, programming Grant Mitchell – Arranger, guitar, keyboards, piano, string arrangements Pino Palladino – Bass Kate St. John – oboe

Released

October 9 1989

Streaming

[1day1movie]

Bill Hicks: Relentless (1992) Chris Bould.

[suswous]

I’m so used to seeing spam in the replies that I’ve now gotten my muscle memory for blocking and my muscle menory for reporting mixed up, so I keep on almost (and sometimes actually) reporting people when I mean to block them for being annoying.

Oops.

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), 'V Letter Bould', 2025

[yourenvironment]

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[nextwavefutures]

Images of the future

How images of the future create agency for change. New post at the next wave.

I was at a workshop in Cambridge during the summer, called ‘People and Patterns”, hosted by the Centre for the Study of Existential Risk. The workshop was designed by Sarah Woods and Paul Ingram, as part of a research project that is trying to combine narrative and systems to develop new approaches to thinking about risk. It’s a new project—it’s been running since January 2023–and this was a…