🦆 Freddie, 26, they/them
🦆 Nonbinary, trans, queer, pan; afab and not visibly or widely out
🦆 Depressed + anxious, probably autistic
🦆 I'm a non-denominational leftist
🦆 Long-Term Goals: write more often, finish my damn bachelor's degree, live in a commune w/ my friends and family
🦆 I work as an instructional assistant at a public high school
🦆 I currently live in southwestern Oregon, recently lived in the Boise area, originally from the SF north bay area
🦆 I've worked with #ducks for 6+ years, also have both reading and experience with agroecology, permaculture, organic gardening, herbalism, etc.
🦆 I love cooking and end up posting about that a lot
🦆 Polytheist with really shitty practice habits, mostly into ancient syncretic Mediterranean stuff, and also local cultus, cartomancy, and pop culture magic
🦆 Other interests include: classics, video and tabletop gaming, anime, sci-fi
🦆 I like infodumping, so please ask me questions about stuff!!
Selected Roman holidays for March
🎋 Canna Intrat (15): marks the birth of Attis.
🌲 Arbor Intrat (22): marks the death of Attis, and is followed by a 3-day mourning period (23—25).
📯 Tubilustrum (23): an older holiday in honor of #Mars, marking the beginning of the campaign season and a cleansing of either war trumpets or sacrificial trumpets (scholars disagree).
😭 Dies Sanguinis (24): a day of frenzied, violent mourning for Attis.
😆 Hilaria (25): celebration of the resurrection of Attis.
🛏️ Requietio (26): a day of rest from festal mourning.
⛲ Lavatio (27): ritual washing of Cybele's image
🥗 Salus (30): holiday in honor of Salus, goddess of safety.
I've really enjoyed the year I spent here on sunbeam and I'm very happy to have been here. I'm looking forward to a new space! You can find me @nessotropheion
this book has such calming vibes, which I am spoiling, by listening to neil cicierega
"He hadn't got used to being free yet. . . Well, he would like now to get up and look out of that window and see if his garden was really there. His garden! He thought with a secret feeling, half pity and half shame, of those yellowed old seed catalogues which had come, varnished and brilliant and new, year after year, so long ago, which he'd looked at so hard and so long in the evenings, and put away to get yellow and sallow like his face. . . and his hopes. It must be almost time to 'make garden', he thought. . . He would have just time to get himself settled in his house. . . he felt an absurd young flush come up under his grizzled beard at this phrase. . . 'his house', his own house, with bookshelves, and a garden. How he loved it all already! . . He sat there in the comfortable old arm-chair at rest as never before. He thought, 'This is the way I'm going to feel right along, every day, all the time,' and closed his eyes."
— "The Brimming Cup", Dorothy Canfield (1919)
you're telling me a Bronner doctored this soap?
dream, gross, insects
love to dream that I've moved back into a place I lived previously, give it a pre-clean, find a river of maggots behind the couch, think fast and figure out how to clean it up without too much trouble (or touching them), move the couch to make sure none are left, and find literal several feet long larvae coiled in piles that the shopvac could not handle. then I woke up.
(Ĉi tiu estas grava demando, sed ankaŭ ŝerco.)
after procrastinating for like a year, in october I selected a pcp and scheduled a meet-and-greet appointment with them (wasn't until december), and was feelin p good at having one on call as I was Supposed To, then earlier this month got the notification that he is no longer working there and I'd have to select a new pcp, wait months until their only appointment'd open up, and then do another bullshit appointment for nothing before they'd consider me Doctored and allow me into their general shorter term rotation.
so! today I called and did that, and picked a new doctor, and am on a waiting list for an appointment that'll be scheduled for sometime in april. and while I was at it, I called the dental side of the same clinic and scheduled an appointment that'll be at the end of march.
(I could probably get shorter waiting times if I went to Big Hospital, but the clinic that has sliding scale discounts and is within walking distance from my apartment is preferable.)
I have nothing but respect for the tech guy at my local Staples. Not only is he helpful, but his mien is excellent. He has an impeccably groomed sideburns-moustache-beard combo; he invariably refers to phone calls as "clone falls"; he dressed up as a cowboy for halloween and kept his staff walkie-talkie in the gun holster.
Freddie, 27, southwestern Oregon.
Original posts mostly about cooking, Hellenic + Roman polytheisms, plants, ducks, shitposts, and personal stuff.
Sunbeam City is a anticapitalist, antifascist solarpunk instance that is run collectively.