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Adam Conner-Sax

@adamcs.bsky.social

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He/Him Using data-science to empower progressives and make things better, especially by making them more blue. https://blueripplepolitics.org

Image of the R.E.M album “Life’s Rich Pageant”
Milk Music After The Compleat Housewife by Eliza Smith, 1727 Take of white tansy (Is this tansy?) and drop into the eyes now and then, for a palliative. Dedicate a day to making medicine. To make a confection, use the day’s imagination. To make amber jam, meringue, lozenges, bear the terrible cauldron. To make dull wine taste complex, try this experiment. Use liquorice to fend off lice and illness. Ignore mild offence or violence. To make bride pie, to make pasties to fry, olio or little cracknels, work. Use salt to preserve the bird. To make a dense syrup, lemon cordial, fever water, spirits from green walnut or fig, forage. To stop a fit? Make a dropsy. To make ink from, to prevent its ruin, mind. To cure a child of its instincts, make regular the derangements. To make of nebulous iron, draw forth. Let lull and syntax of Wife preside. Procure an ounce of silver. Do not frighten or overwhelm her. Be enthusiastic in all endeavour. To make restorative jelly, ask no favour. The noise of leaning back in delight? For that, I apologise. The business to make and keep gentle is of a mother and father. Become a sort of lilac person, soft-spoken, disappointed. Propulse if you wish. Make of music a cloak, affirmed by muscles of surreal spring wood.
John D. Pepper: Death. Catullus: Death made me grow up. John D. Pepper (henceforth Pepper): Love. Catullus: Love made me endure. Pepper: Malady. Catullus: Malady does not rest. Pepper: Passion. Catullus: Passion bewildered me. Pepper: Parsnips. Catullus: Parsnips taste like violets. Pepper: Violets. Catullus: Violets smell like parsnips. Pepper: Gods. Catullus: Gods cause me to be silent. Pepper: Bureaucrats. Catullus: Bureaucrats make me melancholy. Pepper: Tears. Catullus: Tears are my sisters. Pepper: Laughter. Catullus: I wish I had a splendid laugh. Pepper: Warfare. Catullus: Ah, warfare. Pepper: Humankind. Catullus: Humankind is glass. Pepper: Roses. Catullus: I hate roses. Pepper: The line. Catullus: A line is just a lure. Pepper: Why not take the shorter way home. Catullus: There was no shorter way home.
Two menorahs with all 8 (+ shamash) candles burning.
Photo of NY historical society exhibit about Frederick Douglass
Photo of NYT article text arguing that Trump’s electoral victory somehow makes him innocent of state charges against him.
Brooklyn Bridge Park at sunset