Secondly, we grow it very inefficiently. We could very easily increase the food yield of a given area of land by building a greenhouse on it (which also reduces water loss) and using poly-cultures instead of mono-cultures; the reason our preferred method is open-air mono-culture farms, which are susceptible to erosion and blight and requires a god-awful amount of water to stay hydrated, is that labor is expensive and land is cheap.
In fact, if we took it even further–growing our food in carbon dioxide-rich environments lit with artificial lighting 24 hours a day (or at least at night)–you only need 1-2000 square feet of farmland per person. Admittedly, you pretty much have to have fusion power for this to be an environmentally and economically viable option, but still; the point is, we could easily condense our environmental footprint by a shit-ton (and even more options will be available in the future) without decreasing our population one iota.
“There is still a maximum carrying capacity the planet has.”
Indeed there is. And do you know what that carrying capacity is? It’s ten trillion. And the cut off isn’t space or resources–it’s waste heat. The things we’d have to do to get there aren’t exactly the sort of things we could do overnight–hell, we don’t actually know how to fusion yet–but they’re all well within the realm of the physically possible.
I literally don’t care about Tom of Finland but why the hell would we need a ‘female gaze’ version of his work?
you guys need to stop telling your str8 friends about gay shit like what a twink or bottoms is. I saw a str8 girl call Cole Sprouse trade
I’m so ticked off that there are straight people calling themselves bears and twinks but you know the vast majority of them would get so upset if a gay hit on them or if they ended up the parent of a gay kid.
^hello!
I don’t even know what demonic-ass discourse is calling for a “female gaze” version of ToF.
As the first person from my blue-collar family to go to university, I feel this so much. But I hope others will learn to worry about this less. I encounter people from far wealthier families mispronouncing things all the time. I mean, for instance, can you imagine having the money to buy art and still thinking that van Gogh’s name is pronounced like “go”? But if people are worried about sounding less intelligent for mispronouncing things, please don’t hesitate to reach out to colleagues (both in real life and online.) Most of us are happy to help out!
My family are dirt-poor but also ferocious autodidacts, so I did get the advantage of “hearing” a lot of words. Still, I have a similar problem: I spent all of three days at college before I realized I would have to adopt a GA accent to be taken seriously. Trying to code-switch between school and home/social life was too exhausting, so I had to start speaking GA all the time.
I used to worry about not correctly suppressing my “hick” accent when I was too exhausted or nervous and convincing everybody in one sentence that I was a box-of-rocks redneck.* Now I find that I can hardly go back when I want to. It takes a few days of depressurizing back home before I actually remember what my own voice sounds like again.
*Which, to be fair, has happened, including on a memorable occasion at a conference social when my accent slippage prompted an Ivy League scholar to dub me “the goatfucker”(laughter all around, of course), so, you know, my anxiety on this topic are not unfounded.
I freely admit I say Van Go, because I once read someone who claimed that it’s better to use the wrong-but-recognizable pronunciation than try for the correct one and fail (what they actually said was something like “if you say Van
Goff, the Van Go people will think you’re a snob and the Dutch will think you’re
ignorant.”)
We’re at the Methodist hospital and everything here is labeled METH
1) I gave a paper once at a conference hosted at the Wentworth Institute of Technology, and I left my computer cable there. I had to walk back from where I was staying as soon as I got the opportunity, which was much later in the evening. Whilst traipsing through the Colleges of the Fenway, traffic was a massacre because some kind of event was starting at the Massachusetts College of Art and Design. Campus police were out in force, and one of them actually darted into a crosswalk in front of me to dissuade a car from slamming clean into me out of turn. His lovely neon yellow jacket read “ART POLICE.”
2) I am a little bit affronted that I have spent so many years of my life studying Methodist hymnody, frequently at Methodist institutions, and not a one of them has gone this route.
when i woke up this morning, my first thought was ‘no one visits my grave anymore’ and i was really sad for a few minutes so i lay on my bed with my eyes shut and then all of a sudden i opened my eyes and was like ‘wait i don’t have a grave what the fuck’
you were possessed
find the spirit that possessed you and visit their grave you jackass
Had a dream where I was sitting in a dark office and reality felt really altered and strange and there was just a fishtank illuminating the room and then this fuckin fish looked at me and grinned with human teeth and in this super deep voice said “you’ve been here awhile, better wake up before you forget how to” and I fuckin woke up in a cold sweat
Mooncustafer 