self-sustaining kenway crisis

Total Solar Eclipse l April 2024 l U.S. & Canada

Cr. Deran Hall l Rami Ammoun(236) l GabeWasylko l REUTERS l KendallRust l Joshua Intini l Alfredo Juárez l KuzcoKhanda

does the moon know how much she's being celebrated rn,,,, does she know how much we love her,,,,,

absolutely obsessed with the NASA eclipse broadcast where you spend over an hour with these very professional hosts presenting scientific facts and updates until the totality hits their location and they're reduced to screaming and hollering and incredibly human messes

You know, the solar eclipse is bringing out something in humanity that I always love to see. Humans making a big deal out of something we can't change, celebrating and laying picnics out to see a giant rock pass in front of our light source, passing around special glasses so we can all observe the sky being different for a few hours together...

The cuteness of it all, the child-like wonder of it all, the feeling so small of it all...

The world isn't perfect but humans try their best to enjoy what we can when we can.

Idk something about people from out of town coming to see the eclipse and everyone coming outside and looking up and pointing at the shadows and updating each other on how much time there is until totality and sharing glasses and warning strangers to not look at the sun without them. I like when you get a minute to just be people

some people live their lives without even being obsessed with some guy. if you call that living

okay you’re the only one allowed on my post

“humanity is inherently evil” a billion people are risking permanent eye damage to look at a cool thing in the sky today. shut up.

ib: crepuscularqueens

It’s five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. I’ve never seen so many trees in my life. As W.C. Fields would say, “I’d rather be here than Philadelphia.”

TWIN PEAKS: Pilot (1990) dir. David Lynch

just a psa that today's poem of the day is worth reading

eschatology

i’m confident that the absolute dregs of possibility for this society,

the sugary coffee mound at the bottom of this cup,

our last best hope that when our little bit of assigned plasma implodes

it won’t go down as a green mark in the cosmic ledger,

lies in the moment when you say hello to a bus driver

and they say it back—

when someone holds the door open for you

and you do a little jog to meet them where they are—

walking my dog, i used to see this older man

and whenever I said good morning,

he replied ‘GREAT morning’—

in fact, all the creative ways our people greet each other

may be the icing on this flaming trash cake hurtling through the ether.

when the clerk says how are you

and i say ‘i’m blessed and highly favored’

i mean my toes have met sand, and wiggled in it, a lot.

i mean i have laughed until i choked and a friend slapped my back.

i mean my niece wrote me a note: ‘you are so smart + intellajet’

i mean when we do go careening into the sun,

i’ll miss crossing guards ushering the grown folks too, like ducklings

and the lifeguards at the community pool and

men who yelled out the window that they’d fix the dent in my car,

right now! it’d just take a second—

and actually everyone who tried to keep me alive, keep me afloat,

and if not unblemished, suitably repaired.

but I won’t feel too sad about it,

becoming a star

Copyright © 2024 by Eve L. Ewing. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 6, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets

why would you like media that is good if you can like media that is bad instead and pace around your room like an insane person thinking about What If It Was Good

OH NO