@sailert.bsky.social "another think coming" mentioned! (My phone wants to autocorrect think to thing and I'm ready to defenestrate.)

To every queer person out there who feels like they're too much, and at the same time not (good) enough: you are immensely valuable exactly as you are. You do fit in. There would be a you-shaped hole in our community—in the whole damn universe—if you weren't here. Being uniquely you. Happy Pride.

Well this is all terrible (see thread below).

If I could splay my heart out for you, pinned down like a butterfly on the board of love, you would see destiny in its anatomy—how it migrates hematocytes throughout the 60,000 miles of vessels, veins, arteries and capillaries that trace a map of you inside of me. The monarch's journey home.

I love this so much.

I'm gonna go home and make dinner while listening to Siouxsie and the Banshees at a non-discreet volume.

A quiet morning of coffee and reading and birdsong, before the email deluge begins anew.

I still think of 1993 as the start of the modern era. That was, like, ten years ago, right?

How are any of my plants supposed to establish if squirrels keep digging them out of their pots?

A shimmering morning by the Mississippi.

A moth landed on the leg of my lover, its wings dusted in hieroglyphic poetry.

I'm just a boy with a passion for the natural world and a big desire to share that with the rest of you.

I need a sandwich and a foot rub.

There are two wolves inside you. One wants to stay cozy in bed and the other REALLY needs to pee.

I got the coffee for our departmental retreat at the amazing Bell Museum today. Science time!

Spending the morning puttering around the garden, listening to the lovely May playlist my boyfriend compiled for me.

Happy Earth Day! We all get to live on the best planet! Let's do what we can to be good stewards of our world.

Happy Superbloom Release Day, Jessie Ware fans! I'm really digging this new album. It's such a string-drenched dreamy confection of groovy soul, sparkly disco and hazy tropicalia. I cannot wait to play this on a drive to meet my lover with all the windows down.

Just look at the size of these sweet potatoes at Whole Foods right now.

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Wishing all the people of Minneapolis a joyous Detour Season! The city is decked out in its finest orange cones in celebration.

Minneapolis remains a weird and magical place.

This Raye album is SOLD OUT of every single record store in the entire city. Incredible.

I don't particularly care for Neil Young, but the Annie Lennox cover of Don't Let It Bring You Down goes so hardddd and I shall entertain no dissent.

Tighten your laces, chaps, we're running towards a beautiful future of our own making.

I think 45 looks pretty good on me!

Who are these people who can afford $700 concert tickets?!

It's Minneapolis during a late-March warmup, so of course there's a line nine cars deep at the carwash at 8:50pm.

Tonight I'm thinking of how my father eats an avocado. Halve and pit the avocado, but keep it in its skin. Salt, white pepper, a little puddle of good Worcestershire sauce in the well left by the pit. Eat it with a spoon. To me, the most elemental expression of the avocado, and the most nostalgic.

"But then the foundation hadn't mentioned that what Santa Flora lacked in horizontal size it made up for in grueling verticality, or, more critically, had failed to warn him that he might find himself staring down a gun barrel not once but twice." — Jonathan Miles, 'Eradication: A Fable'

Your beautiful body was spun from air. The photosynthetic machinery of the leaves of crops, sown into farmland under sunny skies, sewing carbon into cells.

Happy Big Disgrace day to all who celebrate!

This was a fun read, with so many themes I enjoy and obsess over: forensic anthropology, bog bodies, motherhood, environmentalism, the Roman Empire, sphagnum moss, academic imposter syndrome, cartography, toxicology. I loved the changing perspectives, from modern Britain to Celtic Britain and back.

I feel myself to be a seed, stirring in anticipation of spring. I'm ready to break dormancy. Germinate with me.

Got into this here www.esquire.com/news-politic...

When you've had a truly horrible, largely unsuccessful, completely demotivating, utterly draining day at work, the title track of this record offers sonic solace. I'll drink to that.

This has been an incredibly difficult and stressful day at work. I spent all my energy on crisis management and not on things that bring me joy. I just want to listen to this record and pass out.

I'm obsessed with this small 1828 etching by Norwegian artist Johann Christian Clausen Dahl, on display at the Minneapolis Institute of Art. It's entitled 'Rough sea with a two-master and sailing boat' and it's so tiny and so great.

An anesthetic blanket of fog covers the city. The black limbs of leafless trees are scribbled onto the white sky―the illegible ransom notes of ghosts.

My heart is in the meals cooked, miles driven, hours seated in a darkened theater. My heart soars with the birds, wheels with the stars, flickers with the neon signs. My heart is on the dance floor, the forest floor, the bedroom floor. My heart is a doorway, a highway, a giveaway.

Just let me dance to the sound of the synthesizers plugged into the black hole at the center of the galaxy!

The snow-soaked city seems skittish tonight. Sirens strain to cut through the white noise that brought an end to February's false spring, a false sense of security. We sleep, unsettled by the icy grip of a surging refreeze.

I want to walk out of a dusty gas station in the middle of nowhere, wearing ridiculous sunglasses I just bought that make you smile when I open the car door.

I spent too much of today poring over the phylogeny of mustelids. Now to prep for genomics lab this afternoon.

Let's talk about the aircraft carriers of the animal world, the Common Loon (Gavia immer), native to Canada & the northern US. The chicks are born precocial, meaning they can swim moments after hatching, but hitch a ride on a parent for two reasons... (📷: Harry Collins, www.harrycollinsphoto.com)

I sent my galactic cowboy a tiny playlist that fits into a morning dog walk. Happy Valentine's Day, lovers.

Neither poetry nor mathematics can accurately describe the perplexingly wondrous experience of the heart in love.

The Pit [2026]

How are you doing? Are you taking care of yourself? Relax your shoulders, and take a deep breath. Here, I'll make us some tea.