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Ooh ooh ooh! This looks like an excellent excuse valid reason to talk about one of my favorite topics, matriarch trees!

So, when you see trees in a forest, they stick up outta the ground, some distance from each other, and you’re like ‘these are unconnected critters,’ right? But! The thing is! Just like the trees in the picture are connected above-ground, trees in a forest are normally connected below-ground. There’s this whole complicated thing involving a symbiotic relationship with fungi, but we’re gonna simplify it to this: trees connect to each other through their root systems.

And they use it to share resources, across the whole forest.

If there’s a tree over here growing in soil with a lot of, like, potassium, they’ll pull up more potassium than they need, and send it out through the root system to other trees that are living where there isn’t much potassium.

And one of the coolest things? Trees communicate their needs. If a tree is sick or damaged or starving, they send chemical messages out through the root system that tell the other trees to send them more food and tree-equivalent-of-immune-system.

Trees will share so much of their resources, they’ll even keep trees alive that are almost entirely dependent. Like this tree! The tree above is getting some energy from its leaves, but no other nutrition of its own. And it wasn’t able to link up to the shared root system. So the other tree reached out and hooked up to it directly, feeding it all of the nutrients it needed!

You see it more commonly the other way around: in an old-growth forest, where the roots are well-established, you can find stumps where a tree was cut down a century ago… but if you scrape the stump it’s still green wood. The tree’s still alive, without a single leaf. Because all the other trees in the forest are feeding it.

I promised to talk about matriarch trees, so here’s where we get to them.

In a very old forest, you have very old trees. You have some trees that are so very, very old, their own roots cover entire regions of the forest. Their leaves reach up to the sky over everyone else. And after so long, they’ve developed to where they can take in way more resources than they need.

So what do they do?

They feed baby trees.

Baby saplings in an old forest can’t reach up to the sun. There’s no light down there. And their roots are too small and shallow to dig down to the nutrients they need. So the matriarch tree will draw energy from its towering canopy, and nutrients from its massive, ancient roots, and feed them to the little trees that are too small to feed themselves. For anything she can’t get on her own, she’ll act as a central hub, taking in spare resources from the rest of the forest and giving them to the little ones.

And one of the best parts - she won’t just do it for her own species. She’ll connect to all kinds of trees, because they’re all necessary for the ecosystem to work. She’ll adopt the whole forest’s children.

Sometimes in forests you’ll find a spot where there are a lot of small trees in an open space around an old, fallen tree. People generally assume they could find more light there, or maybe the soil’s more fertile from the decomposition.

But no.

They’re her children, and she’s spent centuries keeping the whole forest alive.

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The Sea Women of South Korea

photographs by Hyung S. Kim

“For hundreds of years, women in the South Korean island province of Jeju have made their living harvesting seafood by hand from the ocean floor. Known as haenyeo, or sea women, they use no breathing equipment, although a typical dive might last around two minutes and take them as deep as ten metres underwater. Wearing old-fashioned headlight-shaped scuba masks, most dive with lead weights strapped around their waists to help them sink faster. A round flotation device called a tewak, about the size of a basketball, sits at the surface of the water with a net hanging beneath it to collect the harvest. Some use a sharp tool to dig conch, abalone, and other creatures from the crevices on the seafloor.

“For me, the photos of the haenyeo reflect and overlap with the images I have of my mother and grandmother,” Kim says. “They are shown exactly as they are, tired and breathless. But, at the same time, they embody incredible mental and physical stamina, as the work itself is so dangerous; every day they cross the fine line between life and death. I wanted to capture this extreme duality of the women: their utmost strength combined with human fragility.” ”

read more at the New Yorker

two of my former classmates made a beautiful animated film about the strength and legacy of these amazing women. you can (and should) see it here:

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NeSpoon is a Polish artist, born in Warsaw, who mixes the delicacy of lace with the roughness and freedom of urban art

I bet the grannies go absolutely bonkers for this

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Knightober 2020 (part 1) by Rachel Eaton

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“ Kiss of Death by Bruna Kazinoti [1988]
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Kiss of Death by Bruna Kazinoti [1988]

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Knightober 2020 (part 2) by Rachel Eaton

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“— Angela Carter, from The Sadeian Woman and the Ideology of Pornography, c. 1978.
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“In many ways, women are death’s natural companions. Every time a woman gives birth, she is...

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Angela Carter, from The Sadeian Woman and the Ideology of Pornography, c. 1978.

In many ways, women are death’s natural companions. Every time a woman gives birth, she is creating not only a life, but a death. Samuel Beckett wrote that women “give birth astride of a grave.” 

Caitlin Doughty, from Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: And Other Lessons from the Crematory

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Samantha Hunt, interviewed by The New Yorker

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— Claudia Dey, ‘Mothers as Makers of Death

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Me, looking over the architecture plans for my evil organization’s base: “Hmm. Looks good, but there’s just one one problem. The vents need to be bigger. Make those air ducts easily accessible and large and strong enough for a well-muscled adult man to crawl through them.”

Henchman: “Isn’t that a security risk?”

Me: “What? No. Also, make sure they form an unbroken connection between all the most important rooms in my lair.”

Me: “Actually, now that I think about it, why not add plush carpeting to the floor of the air ducts? Something soft and cushioning beneath knees. Can you place drinking fountains throughout? Maybe scatter some protein bars.”

Henchman: “Um… boss?

Me: “And one of those motivational posters! Is the ‘hang in there’ kitten too cheesy? Maybe… maybe I should leave handwritten notes taped to the walls. Flowers? Is flowers too much? What about tic-tacs?”

Henchman: “Jesus, boss! Do you want me to go ahead and hang up an artistic nude oil painting of you in the air ducts?”

Me: “Ooh. Do you paint?!”

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Excuse me…?! Why, I never! Who do you think you are? Don’t be ridiculous. Why would you think such a thing? Disgusting. You have such a filthy, depraved mind. Gross! Ew! Ew ew ew! I built this death trap to KILL my nemesis. That’s why I included a deactivation switch in easy reach. And sexy, sexy straps… so that I can see that they’re not hiding any secret weapons, of course! I’m all business. I’m all about business. Now, get out of my sight. I need to take a bath with my nicest bath bomb and scented oils.

Henchman: “Are you alright, boss?”

Me: “Hm? Yes, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

Henchman: “Well. I mean. You’ve been listening to ‘Genghis Khan’ by Miike Snow on repeat for sixteen loops while watching yourself sexy-cry in front of a mirror.”

Me: “And?”

Henchman: “Sir, have you… considered making an online dating profile?”

Me: “Uh, no. What for?”

Henchman: “I just thought it might make it easier to, you know… meet cute guys.”

Me: “Don’t patronize me, you useless fool. I know how to meet cute guys. That’s easy! You just take the mayor hostage or build a bomb that looks like your face and they come running.”

Henchman: “Okay, okay, fair enough, you know how to meet cute guys. But what about getting them to stay? I really think an online dating profile could help with that.”

Me: “It’s not MY fault they’re always carrying lockpicks!”

Me: “Well. It’s happened again. He left me… he shot me in the leg… I just don’t know what he wants anymore!”

Henchman: “Perhaps you should learn to take a hint, sir.”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Henchman: “Well, I think ‘a bullet’ is a pretty strong hint that he’s just not into you.”

Me: “How can you be sure of that?! He’s so wily and complicated. He uses bullets all the time - it could mean anything!”

Henchman: “Sir, do you know why I continue working for you after all these years?”

Me: “….job security?” 

Henchman: “No.”

Me: “The atmosphere?”

Henchman: “God, no.”

Me: “The… uh. Retirement benefits…?”

Henchman: “You’ve got to be kidding me…. ugh! Just shut up and remove your pants so I can dig that bullet out.”

Me: “I can’t believe this! My own right-hand man, betraying me in my hour of triumph! After all this time—why, you back-stabbing snake?! I made you! I brought you to glory! You could have had everything you dreamed of and more… why turn on me now?! You viper! You scorpion!”

Henchman: “‘Why’? Well, my lord, because there’s only one ‘love language’ you seem to understand.”

Me: “Ha! I speak all the Romance languages fluently, snake. I am exceptionally well-educated.”

Henchman: “And yet you are a miserable fool. I am tired of this charade. Step away from the doomsday machine and fight me.”

Me: “But it’s… we made this together… it was important to us…”

Henchman: “I can’t let you activate it, sir. I have a world to save.”

Me: “That’s not your job! That’s his job!”

Henchman: “He isn’t here right now. I am. You may be oblivious, but surely you’ve noticed that.”

Me: “Are you… are you suggesting…”

Henchman: “Coffee? No. That’s not your style. There’s a laser tag arena down the street, I could sneak in some adult beverages, we could see where a little competition take us, and… well…”

Me: “This is so fast, I… I don’t know what to think…”

Henchman: “Give yourself time. Sure, you could destroy the world, but if you do that, if you press that button, there won’t be any more laser tag. No more retro discotheques, either. In the immortal words of ABBA, take a chance on me…”

before there was Space Emperor…

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“ So in Love with this Place | _andre.diaz
Location:  Mont Saint-Michel, Normandy, France
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So in Love with this Place | _andre.diaz

Location: Mont Saint-Michel, Normandy, France

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