Notices by Tellio (tellio@mastodon.social), page 18

It's 50 degrees in January, and the land here thinks the thaw has come. It doesn't know such foolery of the world yet. The snow melt reveals graveyards of forgotten bones. Broken sticks. Lost toys. Garden tools. Flower pots. All things lost beneath early snow now become visible, first as mere shapes under white ice and snow, and then revealed slowly in the strange January sun as the objects they are. Don't be fooled. Winter remains. Another blanket is still yet sure to drop. #smallstories

Infoshop: **Homelessness and libraries: an interview with Ryan J. Dowd**

"One myth is that homeless people are nothing like housed people. This “othering” of homeless individuals really allows us to view them as less than human, less than citizens and less than deserving of assistance."

http://news.infoshop.org/housing/homelessness-and-libraries-an-interview-with-ryan-j-dowd/

#anarchism #bot

Here’s my first solo thingy. If you listen let me know what you think?
https://open.spotify.com/album/3uynhZktPtQxehIwtct0DD?si=fouHPjn7T0OzCFSBEnIKvw

I made an instance! If you want to talk about music/music production/music-adjacent bleeps and bloops, you should check out music.glitch.pizza. :D

Hey young YouTuber desperate for views! Doing the tidepod challenge is so old hat.

The new hip thing is the 'seize the means of production challenge'.

All you got to do is film yourself helping to build community owned and run infrastructure free of corporate exploitation.

"Did I tell you about Jesus?" she asked, and the boy she was talking to turned to me, explaining: "Jesus is a fish she bought from Walmart."
"Jesus jumped from the fish net and landed on the rug," she said, "and my dog picked him up. I had to chase the dog all around the house to get him back. He's fine. I know. Weird, right?"
We're all silent, imagining dog with fish in mouth. The fish ... it's fine? How is that possible?
There's a Parable in there, but darned if I can find it.
#smallstories

"To follow in (Mary) Oliver's footsteps is not to power walk, but to stroll and stop often to take in sights and sounds and feelings ... Once ... she found herself in the woods with no pen and so later went around and hid pencils in some of the trees."

-- from The Land and Words of Mary Oliver, by Mary Duenwald, in Footsteps (Literary Pilgrimages Around the World), page 66

Another connection to #smallstories, right @tellio ?

Plus, I love that vision of a poet hiding pencils in trees!

I imagine her name: Sophie. A Christmas doll from her Quebecois grandparents. She dropped her facedown, distracted by the bounty of the food cart.

We rescued this lonely soul and sent her back to her furry-booted owner, all blonde hair and high-pitched squeals and promised to never leave her behind again.

Her father holds the doll now.

#smallstories

I hit my local coffee spot just after the lunch rush. There's a new barista. I couldn't help commenting on her name tag. "Oh wow, Leia! Star Wars fan-parents?"
She looked so tired,I started to feel for bad asking something she's clearly heard hundreds of times.
"Yeah. I have a twin brother."
"Oh no... Leia and Luke?"
The lights of youth & joy dwindle further from her eyes.
"No. Mark."
I leave with me coffee, flashing the Vulcan salute.
She flips me off. Fair.
#MicroFiction #tootfic #smallstories

Looking through stacks of mom's old photos. She keeps bringing out more and more, just handfuls of them, in no order.

I see mostly myself: now prom-dressed, now in diapers, with short hair, perms, braces, glasses both enormous and too small, kneesocks, Halloween costumes adorable and unfortunate, rebellious phases of extreme body hair, surprising weight fluctuations.

Mom keeps looking at herself and saying, "Oh I was so pretty and I never knew it!"

#smallstories

I'm in the mall holding a bottle of shampoo. It's pricey and special and on sale.

An immaculate gray haired sales person hurries over. I tell her it's for the one I love, and she says really warmly "oh it's my husband's favourite too."

And suddenly, a rock is falling into a deep well.

"It was."

She's reminding herself, right in front of me. It's only been two weeks. She's not used to it. She's so sorry, she can't believe it came out like that.

#smallstories #grief