Chris Maliga

@chrismaliga.com

Photographer whose work explores themes of psychology and the passage of time. https://www.chrismaliga.com

SARS-CoV-2 did not come from a lab. There is no evidence pointing to laboratory origins. There’s been a massive disinformation campaign to convince the public otherwise. It’s scary how effective that campaign has been.

Apollo 14 launched on Jan 31st, 1971 containing about 500 tree seeds (and also 3 human astronauts, for ballast, one presumes). These tree seeds were bold pioneers: Earthling visitors to our nearest neighbor in space. They returned to Earth & were planted across the country. MOON TREES!

What in the World Are Moon Trees? - NASA Science

Fifty years ago, the Apollo astronauts carried some souvenirs from Earth to the Moon, and then brought them back.

science.nasa.gov

Those who believe things like this are working hard at not understanding the finite options available to someone whose abuser has not been prosecuted, found guilty, etc. by the law. And how rarely those things happen to abusers, esp. high-status white male abusers.

The Bulwark@thebulwark.com · 7d ago

Rep. Max Miller: "These are incredibly serious criminal accusations. If these accusations were true, I would be in jail — I would be. My former wife would not have been offering to cook me dinner and inviting me to playgrounds. Think about that."

I am currently reading @sesmith.lol's tremendously good book "All my Dead Cats and Other Losses," on grief and the difficulty of grief in the cultures many of us live in. Having lost my mom a little less than 2 years ago, and a dog about 3 months ago, this excerpt resonated with me.

This is how it goes: There will be a death. You will be sad: The amount of sadness permitted will be dictated by a black box formulate that cross-references the nature of your relationship to the deceased with your race, socioeconomic class, employment status, and other factors, but no one will be able to tell you precisely what they are, only that you are getting it wrong. You may perform your grief for a set period of time that the formula will also helpfully spit out, but you definitely need to wrap it up after the funeral, memorial, or other ceremonial event. You can tuck the prayer cards or programs or poetry chapbooks into a drawer full of things that you should not look at again, lest they remind you of the person (or animal) you once knew. You will be allowed a handful of "She used to love it whens..." before your punch card is used up. As you work through it, move past it, get over it, get another one. As if it was that simple."

one tendency that comes out about period films is the insistence that XYZ moral thought would not have occurred to anyone in the ancient world. to be sure there are moral innovations and changes but the existence of thorough dissatisfaction with the present moral order is not a modern phenomenon

I'm heartbroken to share that Marvin (known to readers of There Is No Place for Us as Maurice) died earlier today in a workplace accident. He was 43. Natasha (Natalia in the book) asked me to share this news because she is too devastated to do so herself. We are all in shock.

Marvin, Natasha, and their newborn child

of the dodgy odyssey takes, 'odysseus is meant to be a stoic badass unaffected by war' probably winds me up the most. in the text the king of the phaeacians correctly guesses odysseus is a veteran of the trojan war because he keeps bursting into tears whenever anyone mentions it

It feels ridiculous to be told my entire life the importance of reducing my energy usage and switching to stuff like LED bulbs and then read reports of energy prices spiking in many US communities due to data centers.

Today is the 5 year anniversary to when I slowly started losing my mind during the pandemic and began dressing up as works of art. As my Twitter account has long been abandoned, why not make a thread of my madness on BlueSky? This was “The Maid” by Wilhelm August Lebrecht Amberg, from 1862

Two photos. The left shows me, in a red shirt with a white blouse under it, a daisy flower crown in my hair, a navy blue knee length skirt, and brown flat, holding a tray and drinking from a champagne flute. The right painting is a woman in a red shirt with white cuffs, a dark green ankle length skirt, a maid cap, brown shoes, holding a tray and drinking from a champagne flute.