thomas

@greensoftgrey.bsky.social

Hin und wieder optimistisch. Spiralen sind keine Kreise.

This is a remarkably extreme statistic. Bordeaux, France has recorded more days >40°C in 2026 than in the entire 105 year period combined dating back to 1920 when records began. This summer has been so far above extreme it’s difficult to put into words. Chart: @WxNB_

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Schimpfwörter, die ich beim Fußballschauen in Argentinien gelernt habe: Hijo de un camión lleno de mierda = Sohn eines LKWs voller Scheiße No me rompas las pelotas = Zerbrich mir nicht die Hoden! Vive en nube de pedos = Er lebt in einer Wolke aus Fürzen!

The horse op-ed is an instant classic. I can't tell you how much joy this piece gives me. It should be taught in every introductory writing class in no small part because the horse arguments are so compelling. "I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children."

I Work Very Hard, And I Would Like To Try Cake

By A Horse

Hello. I am a horse. I work very hard at my job of being a horse. When humans say move the heavy thing, I move the heavy thing. When humans sit on top of me and pull on my head, I carry them where they want to go. The main food the humans give me is hay and oats. But I am thinking it would be nice to have a different food.

I am thinking I would like to try cake.

Yes, yes. Cake. I know all about it. When humans eat cake, it is in glad times. It is the food for a celebration, such as when a woman becomes 47. I have seen cake on the Fourth of July. When humans have a cake, they stand around it and clap hands and smile and say happy birthday at each other. Sometimes there are beautiful markings on a cake, such as balloons or a pink shape.

Sometimes the top of a cake is on fire and a boy must blow on the fire with mouth wind. This is the scariest cake. I do not want this kind. But I will eat any other cake. Any cake that is not the fire cake that tries to kill the boy.

Please understand: I do not get money for doing work. I do not get to go inside the house. All I am either doing my horse job or standing in my pen or eating food off the floor. I always do these things. But I have never once gotten cake and I would like it very much.

I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children. I am more helpful to the farm. Children do not move the heavy things like me or let anyone ride on them. And yet they get cake. Maybe the humans will realize this. Maybe they will say, "You  know who deserves cake? That horse. That horse whose back we are always on."

Every day I dream about what it will be like if I get to eat cake. Here is what will happen. First, I will walk to the cake and putt my nose at it like hrrfff to make and stomping my hooves to make sure it is not a snake. Then I will trot in a circle to show that I am a horse and I am large. After that, I will nuzzle the cake to …

Ein bisschen überraschend, aber wie schon der Eiskunstlauf vorgestern ist das Ballet recht unterhaltsam. Musik, Kostüme, künstlerischer Ausdruck, Drama, alles so ein bisschen schön. Und mir Banause ist jetzt erst aufgegangen, woher der Ausdruck mit dem sterbenden Schwan kommt.

Auf der Suche nach einer Information alte Mobiltelefonfotos durchsucht. Zwei Erkenntnisse: Ich hatte vergessen, mit was für einer miesen Qualität man damals (2005) fotografierte, einfach weil es ging (das hier sind die besseren) und außerdem: In der Alten Försterei war es oft sehr angenehm leer.

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Schneeflöckchen schneit alles zu, aber die Züge fahren hunderte Kilometer durchs frische Weiß auf die Minute pünktlich, inklusive des perfekt getakteten Umstiegs. Ein fantastisches Unternehmen