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Scientists are making mycelia-machine hybrids that can crawl and roll.
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Alright, enough of the doom and gloom. Stumbled across a study on the impact of changing a four lane road in a retail area down to two lanes plus bike lanes. This sort of change is usually resisted by local businesses, who are scared of losing customers, but someone did a study:
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Based on dubious carbon accounting, Drax, which runs the U.K.’s biggest power plant, is rapidly expanding its wood pellet operations across America.
The post The Dirty Business of Clean Energy: The U.K. Power Company Polluting Small Towns Across the U.S appeared first on The Intercept.
In Moving the Bones, Rick Barot’s newest, the project is both catastrophe and praise. But it begins, paradoxically, in “Pleasure,” in a vision of paradise and meditation: “My mind has a slow metabolism, it is slow / to understand what anything means, / but it understands that if you look at something / long enough, it will have something / to say to you.” The collection is the work of a consummate artist at the height of his powers. And so its sensibility encompasses the range from beauty to suffering to queer memory—“Like the boy with a flower behind his ear who’s been interrupted / in his pleasure”—to the disastrous politics of our times. “He saw the tents people lived in / by the park get torched, and I could smell / on him what he had seen.” What he had seen: the book registers anew the vividness and radiant ethics possible in an act of description. The seeing is what begins any remaking, Rick Barot reminds us, and part of the seeing is part of the grieving.
Listen, son, when I was your age, I thought I knew everything, and it looks like we have that in common. You think you know what this is all about? You think you understand what it means to be married to someone for over forty years?
I’ve been married since 1977, and let me tell you, it’s been a nonstop fuckfest ever since.
You think marriage is all picket fences and tomato gardens? Well, guess what, when you’re in a monogamous relationship, the erotic pressure doesn’t quit. It builds and builds for decades to the point you think it will break you. You glance in the mirror and don’t recognize yourself, the way lust has warped your features.
Look across the table, and you see the woman you love. She, too, has been disfigured by this carnal addiction you share. You make eye contact as her foot brushes your leg.
Looks like another dinner will be eaten cold.
Oh sure, you’re thinking, Doesn’t having kids slow you down? Yeah, right. Stuck at home with each other 24-7, plus you have to sneak around to make love? Your mother is into that kind of thing. I’ve had to hide from that woman. She is insatiable.
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- by Evan Thompson
- by Lisa Mueller