Yeah, the sponge underside mushrooms are boletes, and I am not aware of any that are poisonous.

I’m no Dahlia expert, but I’m offer some thoughts.

Transplanting is a bit traumatic. Did you give it lots of water?

It’s interesting though because the leaves and the buds look pretty good (not water stressed).

It may just that it was a bit stressed and have to on that flower.

Is the flower stem damaged in any way?

I maintain that we have a battle of world views going on here. In some ways it’s about the myths we believe in. Most environmentalists believe in what I call the Hobbit Paradigm: we live in a beautiful garden, and if we grounded ourselves in relationships with our communities (including nature) we would have a good and sustainable life. Many technocentrists believe in what I call the Star Trek Paradigm: humans are limitlessly ingenious, technological solutions will save us, and Nature is viewed with an anthropocentric utilitarian ethic.

I do not believe in the Star Trek Paradigm. It’s hubris. I also don’t think it’s a very pragmatic paradigm. We live in a world we evolved to live in. Not worrying about this world because we think terraforming other planets and setting up space bases might be a possibility is not comprehending the Good or risk very well, IMHO.

I suppose a third paradigm is cold-blooded, individualist Realpolitik; It’s a dog eat dog world, fuck you, I’m just trying to get mine as hard as everyone else is. In this case Space Colonisation is just a beard to disguise a callous and usurious relationship to the beings is this world.

That makes the conflict one of story, of myth, which means no one will have their minds changed by facts. They’re belief systems. We need to expose those fundamentally short -sighted or selfish beliefs. We need to tell better stories, and expose the ridiculousness of the other stories.

First time I’ve seen the word ‘cryptofascist’ outside of Red Dwarf.

Yeah, that’s a major point. I was like, “oh fuck, Montana?!” I know there are lookalikes in Europe, but never heard of anyone wild harvesting around here getting poisoned.

How? You can’t cultivate morels.

Vapours too.

I thought it was the vapours from using mercury inside that got them.

Wow. Never heard of it. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divje_Babe_flute

Not a rudimentary instrument by any means! Capable of 3.5 octaves and modern scales and ornamentation.

Communication and boundaries. You need to decide whether or not this is something you are willing to live with. If not, communicate what you need to see. If your partner does not respond, you can try enforcing your boundaries. If you’re still living in a laundry heap after that, it’s up to you to decide if you want to end things, or share your life with someone who is not going to respect your boundaries. (I wouldn’t.) Sounds like you’ve already done the communication bit, so what’s got you in denial about the lack of respect? Don’t think about the relationship you wish you had, look at the relationship you have. Is THIS what you want?

I’d also personally be concerned with spending patterns that don’t reflect a reasonable need or occasional luxury.

EDIT: ‘jet’ has a suggestion on totes that is a decent suggestion on what enforcing your boundaries might look like. There’s a difference between interdependency and codependency, and sometimes we or our partners need help. Your partner’s response to the enforcement of your boundaries will be telling.

Yeah, there’s a part of me still believes I should be doing more. After my marriage failed it took a lot of feedback and journaling to accept that despite some human failings, I’m a good dad! My kids love being with me. I know them. I care for them, and I’m constantly getting better. (I ended up in subsidized housing, and there are a bunch of mums here that know what a shitty man looks like. They’ve done wonders for my self esteem.)

Absolutely. I definitely went through a decade after I went to university where fucking around was just a self-defense. You can’t fail if you never really try. I smoked a tonne of pot. Somehow I still came out with a fairly respectable level of success. I think I’ve at some levels deliberately dated damaged women because having a dysfunctional relationship was ‘easier’ than letting someone down.

That shit scarred me, and I think was a major contributor to an anxious-preoccuppied attachment style as an adult. A lifetime of being put on a pedestal from the recognition I was bright and a novel thinker, and then the judgment when I inevitably goofed something up left me with a deep -rooted belief that the true me was unworthy and an inevitable fuck up. “Taniwha is an intelligent and capable person, if only he would stop being such a fuck around.” I learned not to trust myself because inevitability I’d do something impulsive, or miss some social queue, or not stay with the program, which made me very Other-focused and wanting to do the “right thing” so I didn’t let everyone down again.

Every single report card and evaluation I’ve ever received was full of back handed compliments pointing to a moral failing. “… if only he just completed his homework on time,” “… needs to stay focused,” “… too much time socialising with/distracting his neighbour.”

“Lots of potential … If only …” Never enough.

Fuck you. That was the thing I was born to struggle with. How many stupid kids got sent home with report cards that said things like, “John’s a hard worker and attentive student. He has a lot of potential, but he needs to work on not being stupid.”

Parents: “Johnny. You NEED to stop being so stupid in class, and start being smarter or you’re going to need Canada’s most disciplined ditch digger.”

To this day, an accomplished academic, a variable professional, and kind person I still freak out inside when someone gets excited about me. I keep falling into relationships with avoidants because trying to please someone who I’ve let down is just about all I know.

I wish! I’d appreciate a good book incorporating recent archaeology and DNA contributions.

I’ve found Dan Davis’ YT channel to be pretty good. He’s a novelist, so not academic, but because he has written books in the era he has done a lot to synthesize data and his YT channel is him getting into his source material.

Funnel beaker culture then? The dolman points to that as well as the date, I think.

I don’t know though. I just like prehistory.

EDIT: No mention of grave goods, though the article mentions that the dolman is not typical of the passage graves found around 200 years later.

I find this region fascinating because it lies on the outskirts of the Neolithic farmer expansion (and other explanations from the East), so the arising culture seems to be more of a conversation between new cultures and preexisting cultures.

The megalithic neolithic Atlantic culture that seems to stretch from Portugal to Scandinavia is fascinating too.

A reference to Habbakuk 3:11 in the Bible, which Jesus alludes to in his triumphal entrance into Jerusalem (see Luke 19:40). Habbakuk is prophesying against the people of God and saying they’ve become such a bunch of self-serving hypocrites that even the stones and timbers of their house (figurative or literal) cry out against them.

If you want more explanation, I’m happy to unpack it more, but that’s where it comes from.

As to why someone felt it made a good message for a rock wall? I don’t know. Often Christians interpret it as the stones are crying out in joy at Jesus’ arrival, but that misses the Habakkuk allusion, the political reality of Jesus’ conflict with the Jerusalem temple authorities, and the context in which “hosanna” historically gets used.

Amen, brother. I’m not sure I can even afford the alcohol. I’m going to try and make it gaming, drugs, and sex for 2024. If I can make it on the Steam sales and grow my own, I might make the budget. Pray for me.

Can anyone give a few more details as to this programs function? “Plant Management System” is pretty vague. Is this like a reminder app to water your house plants, or an Integrated Pest Management program for agricultural crops? How is it collaborative?

I would also like entomologists to pronounce the insect orders properly. That ‘p’? It belongs to the ‘-ter’. It’s ‘pter’, for wing. As in ‘coleo-ptera’, the ‘shield wing’, not ‘col-e-OP-tera’. Or ‘neuro-ptera’, the ‘lace-wing’, not ‘neur-OP-tera’.

We actually put the accent on a syllable THAT DOESN’T FUCKING EXIST in the Greek.

Fucking nonsense.

I’ve heard this story before, but never registered the date: December 25th, 1937. Having played in Boxing Day rugby matches, and considering holiday “sport” matches in general I’m going to make a couple reasonably informed guesses. 1) The goalie was drunk. Quite drunk. Everyone was drunk. 2) Everyone was still on the field … drinking, the goalie just didn’t realise they weren’t playing any more because he couldn’t see them.