I read a book. It’s quiet, it’s restful, it often helps me get back to sleep but even if it doesn’t it’s still relaxing and worthwhile.

Talk to your college advisor regularly, join study groups, go to TA office hours.

That’s, uh, not my experience.

Iowa, at least, should be green

You mean… this one?

They’re reactionaries, and deeply regressive.

I use “He” when talking specifically about the physical incarnation of Christ, but I don’t use any third-person pronouns when talking about the metaphysical Divine. When talking to God I say “You” but when talking of God I say “God”.

You’re not exaggerating. It’s time to move more of our socialization offline.

For me, it’s more like:

My social battery has been dead for a while and I can’t moderate my behavior enough to get new people to put up with my bullshit.

I don’t like it, no. But it won’t be replaced, just like the wild west Internet of yesteryear wasn’t replaced: it’s still where we left it. And so will these behemoths be, when we move past them.

Don’t believe me? Livejournal and mySpace are still running, at the same addresses. Your old login still works.

Not every day you see a conservative comment on lemmy. Thanks for repping.

There’s no ideology described as being “pilled” that’s anything but toxic.

You’re subbing the wrong munis, cousin. I find it very vibrant here compared to most of social media, including blogs.

Or the patterns I notice in mythological stories across cultures.

In a Joseph Campbell kinda way, or a “every culture has a flood myth” kinda way?

slrpnk.net has an AI intercept called Anubis, fwiw

Why would being spoiled rate highly? It’s a bad thing.

I’d rate mine a 10 but because of independence. My parents gave me both the trust and the skills to do what I wanted to do. I biked all over town, didn’t need to check in outside of mealtimes, read the whole library, went to museums and concerts and dances. I taught myself to type and then to program. It was fantastic.

I wasn’t spoiled, though. We didn’t have any spare money, so anything I wanted to do I had to pay for myself; I was babysitting and mowing lawns from a young age. I had my chores at home including taking care of my brothers. I had food, if not my favorites, and clothes, though mostly hand-me-downs from cousins. Any electronics in the house were shared, and either bought used or received as gifts from most distant relatives. But stuff isn’t what makes childhood great: friends, freedom, and family are.

Walking around in the early evening and stopping wherever people are gathering.

I was just popping out for salad greens, and ran across a group of young people having a picnic on the sidewalk. They had way too much food and were offering to share it with everyone who passed by. I wasn’t hungry but I sat down and joined the picnic anyway. Great people! I stayed for over half an hour and I’m so glad I did.

And this isn’t a one-off. This is how I met my wife, too, sixteen years ago. You gotta be open to spontaneous experiences.

Chicago restaurant scene is obsessed with Nashville Hot Chicken right now and it’s frankly embarrassing

no, my mother got remarried while I was out of the state

You’re missing out, Cheese is a hoot on a good day.