Chuck You

This reminds me of when we lived in Bellingham, Wa. There’s a place nearby called Chuckanut Ridge. That area is mostly populated by hoity-toity rich (for the area) folks. During that time, there was some more housing proposed to be built on the Ridge. This caused the NIMBYs who lived there to put up yard signs and to festoon their Volvos with bumper stickers that said “SAVE CHUCKANUT RIDGE.” They desperately wanted the Ridge preserved in its “natural” state, you see.

However, as I wanted to point out to these people but never did, the “natural” state is their not being there. They never would’ve understood, though. To all of them, they were the last valid resident that moved in so any changes they made (built their house, cleared their land, whatever) were the last justified alterations and anyone after that was some interloper there solely to harm them and their way of life.

It would’ve been pointless to bring this set of ideas to their attention as they would’ve been completely unable to comprehend them. But it made me laugh at the time. And still does.

Hear Me In

Went to the pub for the first time since the ear fixing and ended up shoving toilet roll in my ears because holy shit things are ~loud~ now

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— ohlookbirdies.bsky.social (@ohlookbirdies.bsky.social) December 24, 2024 at 4:13 PM

One of the most peaceful and pleasant times of my life is when I caught a bad case of the flu (no, not Covid; this was in 2016) and it clogged my ears so completely that for weeks I could barely hear anything. I slept incredibly well, for me. Human noises were nearly-completely removed from my experience and it was amazing.

I wouldn’t want to be deaf permanently, but it was an extremely refreshing holiday from din and distraction. It was great.