#celestial emporium of benevolent knowledge
one of my college friends had a baby this past weekend, and the pictures are darling but hearing her talk about the experience of giving birth? feels like being tipped into the twilight zone.
trying out this wild and crazy technique where, instead of putting off a major task until some golden appointed hour where I can do it start to finish in a hazy rush of adrenaline, I actually break it into smaller pieces, do those, and ignore my vague sense of guilt about not finishing the job.
literally, there is no tier above “smaller group breaks off to analyze and talk shit about what just happened in the larger group”
If you are fleeing tiktok or twitter, fine, but please copy+paste my tags into your reblog like david karp intended.
Hello, good afternoon, I found a copy of the 1910 folklore compendium “Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods: With a Few Desert and Mountain Beasts,“ which is mostly poking fun at forestry and forester culture, together with a 1957 article I saved about “The Society of Displaced Tommyknockers” (a lighthearted take, about mine closures putting the gremlins out of work), plus the whole subgenre of railroad folk songs (John Henry and Casey Jones being two of its most famous saints) and even WWII’s “Kilroy was Here” where no one actually knows who Kilroy is or was
………………………so I typed up this whole thing thinking “is this anything or is Severancestill rotting my brain???” and then did an extra 15 minutes of searching and found out that “Occupational Folklife” is a well-recognized category of study, it’s got archives in the Smithsonian going back to at least 1975. And while most of it is about studying an occupational culture in an anthropological or ethnographical sense, it’s still really interesting.
And it does sort of bridge the gap between the hodag and that one tumblr post about how even “rational scientists” have little shrines and good luck charms to keep the machines happy.
