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Here is the video essay I've made about the migration crisis we are currently facing together.
Cheers, sister!
My Justice in Andrism Lifestyle and My worldview.
I respect women as human beings. If they’re nothing I don’t remember their names.
I am incel, ultimate incel. But I don’t particularly like to socialize with normies, to be honest I plan on investing into mosques and Islam. As well as anything that is detrimental harm to my enemy. Justice is fear and fear of inadvertently ability of yourselves, I respect the battle royale teacher thing.
You are spoiled. You hate your parents. You get mad when people offer good advice like dont be transgender, your groomers wheeze at righteousness, the idea of doing something without pay, that is what your meritocracy forms. Black hate.
Indeed, I agree with you. You deserve to be livestock breed, a kine. Because fear is not righteousness. Fear of consequence is by which you created morality, and so forth you will enforce me as the moral king. I am not competing, I do what I ought to believe just. I don’t want to live in Meritocracy. I don’t want to play the game.
Mic dropped, goodbye.
Oh, before I go and actually do work for once in my life, I guess it is ironic I make another post but I need to REMOVE BRAINROT, I need to let it out.
Great britain, every time here and there videos pop up and I click on them, they are of british people complaining about islam and saying they suffer.
I have always despised UK. My life is not about women giving me compliments, nor is it hanging out getting drunk with friends. I see thing I love and protect them but if everyone in Russia became brown or other ridiculous idea, sure! Who cares? I don't need to kill anyone. Man, whoever allowed me to blog needs to be put under execution!!!!!
I want you to think of what I've said there.
British people again make these shitok videos "britain aint no same"... nigga yeyeyeyeyey! But their argument is flawed. They can't demonstrate objectively why britain needs to be protected. Migrants work. British whites do not work. They have caused this in the first place. Even Japan, the most racist country keeps increasing amount of immigrants because they need these doctors and engineers from India. THEY NEED these professions. May I ask you, brit, whether a person becomes doctor or plumber for sole sake of money? Trust me, a very good scammy plumber can make lots of money, if he thought of that. Maybe, it's time to start thinking that people work for other reason, not solely for monetary but their own sacrifice for a greater purpose.
Nazis. I don't understand. Well, biologically all of us will die so I don't see your point, why fight so badly for myself when I am so worthless, alone?!!!
None of it matters anyway, I fucked Artoria Perdragon a month ago or two months ago, by the time you read this UK is already dead.
Artoria Perdragon is built for my cock, brits lost.
Yes, I a m very sad man. But I wanted to show it.
i may have played with chatgpt a lot... between november and december days....
sorry.
Remember, you pommies!!!!
Sick culture is that weak by hedonism, britbongos crumptards.
I felt the first twinge of migratory instincts yesterday.
There wasn't anything particularly significant about the day. It was a bit warmer than it had been the previous week, the temperature jumping from low 30s up into mid 50s. It was drizzling and most of the snow has melted by now, but one could hardly say it was spring weather just yet. But regardless, some voice inside me started its quiet whisper "it's time to get going".
Ive had these instincts for years now, long before I ever realized I was a therian, much less a wildebeest specifically. They've grown more intense as I've gotten older, as is the case with most of my alterhuman tendencies, though they've become less overwhelming since Ive graduated high school and haven't been cooped up inside 7 hours a day.
Biological wildebeest are kind of constantly on the move, always following the rains, though the real spectacle of their travel actually does begin around this time of year, although season-wise it's nearly autumn for them rather than the start of spring like it is for us up here. They begin to migrate northwest, but interestingly my instinct always, without fail, guides me southeast, down towards Florida. I guess in some way that makes sense, we're both heading towards the same general region just with different starting points.
As spring blooms further here in the U.S, I know my instincts will get stronger and stronger, they always do. I'll crave the travel to warmer, wetter climates, encouraged by downpours and claps of thunder in the distance. My soul will scream at me to pack a small bag and just start walking, I never want to travel exclusively by car or plane, walking is what feels most natural. Trekking alongside what should be thousands and thousands of others who look, feel, and sound exactly like me, lost in a faceless herd.
It's beyond frustrating to long for a nomadic lifestyle in a society that all but demands a sedentary one. School, jobs, relationships, none of those things are built to properly survive a season of walking/hitchhiking across the country, at least not without serious fore-planning. Maybe one day I'll make it happen, hopefully I will, but it likely wont be for many years. I have too much going on right now. Until then I'll continue wishing I could just drop everything and head southeast the second I hear that whisper.
Urban Growth of New Delhi
The capital of India, New Delhi, has been experiencing one of the fastest urban expansions in the world. Vast areas of croplands and grasslands are being turned into streets, buildings, and parking lots, attracting an unprecedented amount of new residents. By 2050, the United Nations projects India will add 400 million urban dwellers, which would be the largest urban migration in the world for the thirty-two year period.
These images show the growth in the city of New Delhi and its adjacent areas—a territory collectively known as Delhi—from December 5, 1989 to June 5, 2018.
Most of the expansion in Delhi has occurred on the peripheries of New Delhi, as rural areas have become more urban. The geographic size of Delhi has almost doubled from 1991 to 2011, with the number of urban households doubling while the number of rural houses declined by half. Cities outside of Delhi—Bahadurgarh, Ghaziabad, Noida, Faridabad, and Gurugram—have also experienced urban growth over the past three decades, as shown in these images.
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Coming and going, again and again
Sometimes, a 'thank you' is all that is required when spending the night with a handsome stranger. Eufkaristo is a recent piece made by Amsterdam artust, illustrator and medium Leon Mussche. In his Art Shop, a new initiative by the international thinj tank colaborative and hand made tactile art exhibition space LEONISCAREFUL, this art work is now for sale at a symbolic price.
The past decade has shown an increase on divwrsir in life styles, subcultures, recreation and employment. In Amsterdam, the Netherlands, an apocaltptical setting and darkj clouds were the backdrop for a new life vision crisis, that created an exodus of migration, reincarnation and transitions caused by IT, logistics and automation in employment that caused visible changes in the urban landscape, Dutch illustrator Leon Mussche noted, and visualised this chatic and playful situation caused by migration and flexibility in the work field.
EUFKARISTO
114 x 60 cm. pencil and pastels on thick cardboard surface. Unique art work by Leoniscareful, signed on the back.
This impending issue has been known for some time. I believe it has a role in the resurgence of nationalism, immigration debates, and isolationism in certain countries - a bit of preemptive door slamming…
143 Million People May Soon Become Climate Migrants, World Bank Warns
Climate change will transform more than 143 million people into “climate migrants” escaping crop failure, water scarcity, and sea-level rise, a new World Bank report concludes.
Most of this population shift will take place in Sub-Saharan Africa, South Asia, and Latin America—three “hot spots” that represent 55 percent of the developing world’s populations.
This worst-case scenario is part of a ground-breaking study focused on the impacts of slow-onset climate, as opposed to more visibly dramatic events such as extreme storms and flooding. The report, Groundswell—Preparing for Internal Climate Migration, also shifts the focus from cross-border migration, which has drawn global attention as refugees and migrants flee war, poverty and oppression, to in-country migration, which involves many more millions of people on the move in search of viable places to live. The 143 million represent 2.8 percent of the three regions’ population.
Each fall, millions of North American monarch butterflies migrate to California and Mexico for winter. They make a massive journey (up to 4,830 kilometers/3,000 miles) and use the sun to ensure that they stay on course. On cloudy days they use Earth’s magnetic field as a kind of backup navigational system. (read more here)
UPDATE!!
So I recently found out more infomation in regards to this. Check out this Twitter post:
From what I've read and talking with some friends about the matter is this:
Artists, we're more than likely screwed either way when it comes to the bullshit AI is. It's just another aspect that has become integrated into the Internet.
Migrating and blindly posting onto Bluesky and other common sites other artists may use would put us at risk.
Surprisingly, as much as Twitter/Xitter is a toxic cesspool it is, it is weirdly the safer option than other sites, simply because it is harder to scrap stuff for AI. With Twitter, you only have to deal with Grok. With other sites, who knows what you have to deal with.
It is annoying. VERY annoying. And frustrating. Because as artists, we work hard to hone our craft and skills and for AI to just swoop in and steal it and claim it as their's is pretty much a slap in the face, but... As it's been said many times "Welcome To The Internet".
The best we can do is try to stay safe, try to be our authentic selves and continue to put our blood, sweat and tears into our work. AI can copy us, but they could never, and never will be us. Our work has soul, our work shows our perfection and flaws, our work speaks for itself. Essentially, just keep fucking drawing.
Stay strong, everyone. We gotta do our best and stay DETERMINED and PERSEVERE!!
And to those AI "artists"...
Some other things I found out:
I've seen people talk about things, such as "Glaze" and "Nightshade" as a means of making it harder for AI to try and take things from people's art. I've considered it because it would be a good "fuck you" to AI, but after chatting with some friends about this matter to better understand these programs and if it's legit, I've learned that while it may be good workaround to screw with AI, it'll most likely be a fruitless endeavor because it'll only be a matter of time to until AI finds a workaround on *that*.
If we truly wanted to make our voices heard, take action through legal representation, speak to local leaders—make it to where if people want to use AI, they follow proper rules and protocols that are deemed acceptable.
If you can't or don't feel like doing that, just focus on your art, grow your audience, make that money if you're trying to make a career outta it. Just know that your art is REAL art. Not AI.
Artists UNITE!!
So... With all these changes going on, I got a few things to say.
The new "Block" feature. I put quotes on that because with the new changes made, it is essentially useless. As it says, any accounts blocked will still be able to view your content, but won't be able to engage with them, such as leaving a comment or retweeting or anything. BUT if you truly want to protect your posts and limit who can see what, you can lock your account. But that means you won't be able to get more engagement or new followers.
This also means that NSFW artists/content creators who've blocked minors from seeing their content? Yeah, those minors are gonna have full access anyways and there us nothing we can do about it except maybe report them.
Any abusers/stalkers who like to keep tabs on your accounts? They can see, regardless of being blocked.
This has got to be a violation and Google Play and Apple App Store should put X on blast for it.
The second thing!!
If any of you have seen the tweet going around, there has been a recent change to the Terms of Service and will be effective come November 15th.
It'll let Twitter use your posts (images, videos, audio) to train their Grok AI. You can opt out, but come Novwmber 15th, you just automatically get opted back in.
I dunno about y'all, BUT I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVING MY STUFF USED FOR AI PURPOSES!!
And if you feel the same, I have a suggestion:
I think that we, as artists and content creators, should unite together and nuke our Twitter/X accounts. I know it's a lot, especially those who have really put a lot of work into it, but would you really want to have all that hard work just be fed to an AI?
I say any and all content we have on Twitter should immediately be migrated over to other sites.
Bluesky is always nice and have no complaints so far and since these changes Twitter/X made, they've gain a huuuuuge amount of traffic.
Cora is another place I've been hearing about. I have no opinions about it so far, but did make an account. I've heard they're very anti-AI, so that's good!
Pillowfort could still be a go-to possibly. Hell, maybe even here on Tumblr since it's been getting active again!
We've got options! We can give one last fuck you to Elongated Muskrat to show what we think about his new changes! But that choice is ultimately up to you.
If you guys wanna follow me, my BlueSky account is here, but fair warning, I do post NSFW art on there.
Amazing Annual Monarch Butterfly Migrations
Monarch butterflies in other countries also migrate with the season, but it’s those in North America that travel the greatest distance. Each year, there are two major Monarch Butterfly migrations in North America. Those monarchs that live east of the Rocky Mountains fly down to Mexico, while the more western population stops in California. Monarchs do not like the cold, and as soon as things start to get a little chilly up north, they take off south (and west) for warmer climates.
The largest group travels over 1,250 miles from the Rocky Mountains to spend the winter in Michoacán, Mexico. The government of Mexico has managed to almost stamp out logging in the monarch’s wintering areas, a practice which once threatened the migrating insects. Working with environmental organizations and individuals, they have been encouraging communities to start eco-tourism enterprises by planting trees for the butterflies to nest. The monarch is a butterfly ruled by the sun. When the autumn sun reaches fifty two degrees above the horizon, the monarch reproduction cycle shuts down, and their great migration begins. When they begin their flight down to Mexico, they have never been there, yet every generation is able to find the exact same spot year after year where their previous ancestors spent the winter.
The second group travels from Ontario, Canado to spend their winters in Santa Cruz, California. You may wonder why the monarchs don’t simply stay and enjoy the warmer weather there year round. That’s because they need the milkweed plants on which their larvae feed, and those are more plentiful up north. So as soon as the weather starts to warm up, that’s where they return every year. Interestingly, not every generation of monarchs migrate. Some simply remain in their breeding ground. Those that do migrate are born at the end of summer or early autumn. Because of their trip to warmer climes, this special generation will outlive several younger generations that stay put. It will then be the migratory monarchs’ great grandchildren that follow the beat of their forebears’ wings.
in Ontario, Canada, in their summer home. It’s thought that the distinctive bright coloring of the monarchs acts as a warning to predators to stay away. Monarch butterflies are also poisonous and will make any animal that tries to eat them sick – hopefully sick enough not to try snacking on them a second time! The poison comes from the milkweed that they eat while they are caterpillars. This doesn’t always work, however. Certain bird species, for example, have learned that some parts of the butterflies are not as toxic, while other predators are resistant or immune to the poison altogether.
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I've been away for a bit! Turns out that it's harder to find time to take photos of birds, much less blog about it, when you have a second tiny child to care for. My baby was born in May, essentially right in the middle of peak migration for Wisconsin, so I've spent far less time gently cradling a camera this year and much more time with a wiggly kid slung over my shoulder. However, my partner is kind enough to carve out the odd hour for me to sit by myself and look up.
[ID: A Palm Warbler sits on a branch, wings folded, looking toward the sunlight. The bird is just a couple inches tall, and is sporting the mostly pale plumage that is typical of Warblers in the fall. Head in profile, the bird looks out with a dark brown eye from gray head feathers with a somewhat darker gray cap and eye stripe. The breast is a lightly streaked pale yellow, and only the under-tail coverts show a brighter yellow that would be expected of this species in spring. End ID]
I found this individual taking a small break in one of the trees in my backyard. Normally, Warblers like this one are constantly in motion, darting around in search of food to fuel their long southerly migration. But this one must have had their fill for the time being, content to sit still and take in the sights of our little patch in Madison. It was early afternoon, and the light was sifting beautifully through the leaves of the trees. I can understand why they would choose this place to rest for a moment.
[ID: The same Palm Warbler sits on a smaller branch, this time presenting their right flank to the camera. Their wings are showing the same light shade of gray as their head. From this angle, it's apparent how fluffed the little bird is, insulating themselves against the slight chill in the air. End ID]
I knew right away that this was a Palm Warbler from the way they pumped their tail up and down, up and down. Even when they were otherwise still, that tail was still going at times. What were they thinking about on this brief stop, looking south toward the lake and beyond to their destination? Did they have any children this spring? Would they take them to Cuba? Puerto Rico? Surely someone has to show the young ones the way to their winter home...
I logged my 200th bird species for Wisconsin! I got a great tip from a close friend, who knows about these things, that a Hooded Warbler had appeared in a park near my house.
[ID: A male Hooded Warbler perches on a mossy branch in the forest. His body is just a couple inches long, with green feathers on back, wings, and tail, and dull yellow for the underparts. His "hood" is a black cowl that covers almost his entire head save for a bright yellow mask that extends in an oval from the middle of his face to surround the eye and ear on each side. He has a pointy dark gray bill shaped for picking insects off of trees, and his eye is a reflective jet black that stands out against the yellow mask. End ID]
The next morning, I packed up my camera along with my work bag and took a break from my commute to check out the park. I arrived to find several people wandering the trails, here to do the exact same thing as me. None of them had seen the Hoodie yet, but they had a wealth of information from other birders on the movements and general behavior of the bird from the past couple days. I spent at least 45 minutes wandering the trails, squishing through the damp and the mud in my work slacks and sneakers. I logged five firsts for 2024, but no sign of the elusive Hooded Warbler.
[ID: The Hooded Warbler perches on the same mossy branch, this time facing away from the camera and looking up into the treetops. His wings are neatly folded behind his back, making a pleasing pattern with the tips of the primary flight feathers. End ID]
So I left the park for work, but decided I should come back in the evening. I knew from the sighting reports in eBird that this guy is active all day. When I got back to the park, it was cloudy and drizzling. I met a pair of nice young women with binoculars and a camera lens as long as mine. I asked, "Are you here looking for the Hooded Warbler too?"
One of them said very casually, "Oh yeah, it's right over there across the creek. Just flittering around." So of course I had to get eyes on him and try to get a photo. It was only a couple minutes before he came out again and started working the far bank of the creek.
[ID: The same Hooded Warbler, this time perched deeper in the brush and looking toward the camera. This angle provides a better view of the black hood and bright yellow mask, looking delicately fringed around the edges. End ID]
I probably followed the Hoodie down the creek for like 10 minutes before he decided to cross over to our side to do some more foraging. I froze. He was almost completely hidden in the brush, but I could see bits of movement and kept him in the frame the whole time. I knew I couldn't make any sudden moves without scaring him away. For a brief moment, he came out to take a closer look at me, which is where all the photos in this post came from. I only managed to shoot three bursts while he was completely out in the open before he took off for the far side of the creek again.
[ID: The Hooded Warbler looks directly at the camera, only partially obscured by a twig. His posture suggests being ready to leap forward and continue the hunt for insects. End ID]
I was left feeling incredibly amped. The other photographer and I had to share back-of-the-camera shots and gush over how cute he was and how close he came to us. It seems it's always a special event when a rare or unusual species shows up in town. I love these brief moments of connection with birds and the people that care about them.
Now that spring is here, we're starting to see some changes in the local bird population. New faces are starting show up, and even the year-round species are out singing and generally being visible. There's territory to claim and potential mates to attract, after all. But while many species are just arriving or passing through, one that's dear to me is just about ready to depart.
[ID: A male Dark-eyed Junco stands in the newly-revealed grass and dead leaves. Juncos are small birds, about the size of a sparrow. This one is the slate-colored variety, with a dark grey head and upper body, contrasting with bright white underparts. He's facing the camera and looking slightly to the left. His eye is dark brown, nearly black, and his triangular bill is pale pink. End ID]
The Dark-eyed Juncos are strictly winter residents of southern Wisconsin, preferring to nest in Canada, the Northeast US, and parts of Appalachia. This past weekend, I could tell they had migration on their minds.
[ID: Another male Dark-eyed Junco, standing among dead twigs and sunflower seed shells. This one is darker grey in the head and breast, with lighter grey on the wings and a bit of rust color on the back. End ID]
For most of winter it's fairly common to see a solitary Junco or pairs or small groups picking through the snow under the birdfeeders in our backyard. But now they're forming a flock of at least 30 birds, foraging together and singing their loose trilling song. It's as if they know they have a long flight ahead, and every moment of daylight must be spent filling the tank and gathering their compatriots.
[ID: A male Dark-eyed Junco forages in the twigs and leaves for scattered birdseed. Juncos scrape at the ground with both feet simultaneously in a little hop, then inspect the freshly-exposed ground for tasty morsels. This one is mid-scrape, with debris flying around it. End ID]
So I decided to sit on the deck with my camera for a while to bid the Juncos farewell until next winter. I've been scattering seed back there every so often, and the other birds aren't exactly neat or careful when digging through the feeder above. As such, the Juncos have lots to choose from while poking around between the squirrels and the Mourning Doves. Once I sat down, they didn't seem to mind me at all.
[ID: A female Dark-eyed Junco inspects the ground for bits of seed. The females are distinguished from the males by their paler grey upper parts, sometimes with more brown and tan shades mixed with the grey. End ID]
Though, the birds did seem to mind when my kid joined me on the deck, brandishing his bright green snow shovel. They scattered to the trees or the fence and stayed there until I convinced him to put the shovel away in favor of coating the deck boards in a thick layer of sidewalk chalk.
[ID: A female Dark-eyed Junco sits on a wooden fence, waiting patiently for the danger posed by a nearby four-year-old to pass. The wind is catching the white feathers on her left hip and flipping them up like the flounce of a skirt. End ID]
As the sun sank lower in the sky, I figured I better get dinner started. I spent another minute or two listening to the evening birdsong before capping my lens and helping to knock the chalk dust off my kid's coat and pants. This sudden activity caused the Juncos to scatter once again. Have a safe trip little ones. I'll see you when the snow flies.
[ID: A female Dark-eyed Junco stands in the dirt, looking at the camera with head cocked to one side, as though she's wondering what this person finds so interesting about her. End ID]
I took this photo back in May during the Horicon Marsh Bird Festival. Spring migration was just kicking into high gear, and lots of different species were moving through, establishing territory, starting nests.
One of the paths we were walking was completely taken over by Tree Swallows, claiming every available nest box. This lovely lady must have already claimed the nest box nearby because she refused to move from her perch as we passed. She gave me a nice long look from about 10 feet away, still probably the sharpest photo I've taken of a Swallow.
[ID: A female Tree Swallow sits on a bare branch. She has a white body and throat, with dark gray head and wings. There are small flecks of blue on her forehead above a jet black beak and shiny black eyes. She clings tightly to the branch with pinkish feet, seemingly unafraid of the people nearby. End ID]
I'm thinking I should start to fill out this new blog. My main artistic expression these days is photography, and birds are my favorite subject. So let's take a look back in the archive together.
[ID: A female Black-and-white Warbler clinging to the side of a lichen-encrusted tree trunk. She's checking the underside of a brown mushroom on the tree for something to eat. She has a mostly white body, with a thin back eye line and black streaks on her side and wings. End ID]
This little creature is a Black-and-white Warbler. We found her while hiking the New Glarus Woods State Park this past September. Folks think of Warblers as a springtime bird in the Midwest, as that's when they're looking their brightest and boldest as they migrate north for mating season. I appreciate the Black-and-whites like this little lady for being just as striking on their way back south.
this post is for all the tumblr users like me who left the safe haven of the motherland, tempted by the glamor of the big city (twitter) and are now realizing just how foolish you once were
hahahaha you dumb fucking bitch welcome back
did it hurt? to feel your soul dying in your chest as the glimpses of your dreams of fame and stardom dissipated like fog? now that you've disavowed your former home, you expect to be welcomed back with open arms? to see all the notes from people you never knew were there, praising you? missing you? for shame, homewrecker. Welcome home, cheater...... anyways nice art babe you should really open up commissions <3
