People seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character. We can only see what we are, and if we misbehave we suspect others.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) American essayist, lecturer, poet
Essay (1860), “Worship,” The Conduct of Life, ch. 6
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Have this for a blessed weed/zombie Jesus day.
Emerson and Moonie say hello.
-Allēna
She organised the screening of an anti-Zionist film. Then Emerson College fired her | Middle East Eye (2025-04-09)
Anna Feder, “The longtime head of a film series at #Emerson College in Boston, … is suing the institution for firing her last year, … after she screened a film critical of Israel.”
“The documentary in question is 2023's Israelism,…”
“Feder picked their film [#Israelism] …, for a scheduled screening in November 2023”
“But not long after she announced the programme in August of that year, … a faculty member emailed her to dissuade her from showing the film, calling it biased.“
"Then October came around, and everything ‘shifted dramatically’"
"The climate forced her to push the screening to February 2024"
“By mid-August 2024, she was told that the Bright Lights Cinema Series had been cancelled due to budget constraints and that she was being let go.”
#FakeAntisemitism
@palestine@lemmy.ml @palestine@a.gup.pe @israel
Shallow men believe in luck, believe in circumstances — it was somebody’s name, or he happened to be there at the time, or it was so then, and another day would have been otherwise. Strong men believe in cause and effect.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) American essayist, lecturer, poet
Essay (1860), “Worship,” The Conduct of Life, ch. 6
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He took the drugs and the drugs are working.
Happy 36th birthday to this bung on the left.
-Allēna
I’ve been spirited away to Emerson’s for the weekend because I’m sick and the furnace is out at Zelda’s place.
Let the shitposting begin continue!!!
-Allēna
I was weed-free and hungry for the first time in the better part of two weeks today.
So Emerson got me a surprise – a birria burrito with a horchata. It was delicious. He’s so sweet to me. Unfortunately, our polycule’s lemon of a car is back in the fucking shop because it is misbehaving again, so there are no in person adventures to be had for the time being. However, my hunger means that I’m likely finally getting over this bullshit for good, whatever it is. I’m glad to have my fucking appetite back.
-Allēna
I ate part of another eldritch cookie 
Knocked me out cold for the better part of 12 hours straight, and I binge watched more Gossip Girl before passing out. What a fluffy shitshow. It was my night alone, and all in all, it wasn’t a bad way to spend it.
I’m off to get lunch with Zelda and Emerson in a few. If I have spoons later, there’ll be more posts!
-Allēna
Another day, another adventure..
This.. Is me right now in all my exhausted, wavy haired glory. Emerson has a car now, and I am Out and About with him because he bribed me with coffee . I’m waiting for him while he gets his hair cut. Unfortunately, his sensory issues make it so he can’t grow his hair out long like he wants to.
We trolled the coffeeshop before this because after getting a total of $19.01, he said “1901 was a good year”, to which I said “no it wasn’t. That’s when William McKinley died.” And then we playfully debated on whether or not 1901 being good was “a matter of perspective” in light of that or not…
I’m pretty sure that everyone there thinks we are weird, disappointed vampires, or both now . Another barista joined in later on as the conversation progressed and I sorta gave him a theology lecture.. Oops.
The AuDHD goes hard.
We are going to a local bookstore after this because we are incorrigible.
See y’all soon.
-Allēna
Currently sitting in the phlebotomy waiting room with Emerson.
I haven’t had a blood draw in so long because it’s so damn difficult to get up here. I’m full of surprises, I guess…
They’re drawing for a thyroid level on me. I didn’t know this, so this should be interesting. I’ll let you know how it goes.
-Allēna
Horsefart Moonie’s noxious fumes strike again…
-Allēna
Emerson and I are about to watch the Aristocrats, a movie that I, Castor, have not seen since I was a child, but was my comfort movie to such a degree that I have seen it 900+ times. Yes, my father did the math. Your bitch was obsessed.
And #actuallyautistic.
Uhhh… Brace for commentary.
This man has been found guilty of being a cute psycho.
It is making me cackle that this photo looks like a damn mug shot
-Allēna
My tiny cat has BETRAYED ME.
A shitty photo of the perpetrator herself and me from earlier this morning.I am on the couch tonight because Zelda is crashing at Emerson‘s and my place and there’s no room in the bed, and tiny girl was keeping my spot warm. You’d think this was good, right? Wrong.
This utter baby farts like an ADULT CLYDESDALE.
I love this cat but JESUS HENRY CHRIST. My couch? Half ruined. My dreams? Probably gonna be nightmares. This absolute baby love farts like an adult HUMAN MAN. Her farts should be outlawed by the Geneva Convention as some form of inhumane biochemical warfare.
I wish I were kidding. Her farts need to be studied for science because they’re worse than Emerson’s and mine COMBINED.
Sheeeesh.
I’m going to attempt to sleep if I’m not faced with more cruel and unusual cat punishment…
-Allēna
A book Emerson found, defaced with love and chaos by yours truly
We hold very little sacred in this house.
-Allēna
Well… Here’s an asshat.
This is Emerson‘s and my cat Vera. Her ass is on his hat.
Speaking of asshats, I appear to have returned from an extended sabbatical of sorts? We’re still trying to figure out why I vanished, but I am back and filling in for Lazarus for the time being, who is very asleep right now.
-Allēna
