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word salad: Step into a vibrant soundscape with Garden Of Awareness, an immersive journey that blends the organic roots of Dub Music with the psychedelic energy of Psy Trance and rich World traditions. This EP invites you to explore a meditative space where each track is a rhythmic dance of colors and emotions, designed to lead you into your own serene sanctuary. Like a sonic garden, the layers of this EP grow and intertwine, offering a transcendent fusion of genres that invites listeners to lose themselves in the harmony of nature and technology. Welcome to your garden of peace, where sound becomes a path to inner calm.

Adding to the depth of this experience are 2 remixes with some fine & fresh perspectives:

Kadum & L3AF infuses a trance-oriented energy into their remix, elevating the journey to new heights of euphoria.

Vallou delivers a chilled downtempo remix that gradually transforms into a Four-on-the-floor rhythm, driving the low-end with a powerful pulse.

some of the things I read while eating breakfast in antisocial isolation


The Impressive Trickery of Spider-Tailed Horned Vipers

It’s a spider! No, it’s a snake!


Don’t be fooled: That’s no spider on the rock. Embiggenable.


OVER THE MOUNTAINS NEAR THE western Iranian desert, a peckish migrating lark spots a welcome sight: a big, juicy spider, out in the open like a pie on a windowsill. The lark descends upon the naive arachnid, little claws outstretched. And then: WHAP.

The meal-seeker has become the meal, trapped in the jaws of an enormous snake. The lark’s would-be snack was not a real bug but an anatomical forgery: the incredible appendage of the spider-tailed horned viper.

Lots of predators use their own body parts to attract prey: Anglerfish grow their own glowing lures, horned toads wiggle their worm-like toes, and alligator snapping turtles make their tongues squirm.

But the bait used by the spider-tailed horned viper has a special panache. Millennia of evolution have sculpted the end of its tail into a near-perfect replica of a spider. For a while, this snake’s jewelry was difficult for even researchers to believe: A team examining specimens in 1970 thought at first that their snake had been preserved with a small spider clinging to her tail, or that she had a tumor or parasite.


Cape Cod Offers a Harbinger of America’s Economic Future

Spiraling housing prices in Provincetown are an extreme version of what’s happening in the U.S. as whole.


A DECADE AGO, I opened a restaurant in Provincetown, Massachusetts, and found out quickly how perilous our local economy can be. One afternoon in July, a few of my line cooks—all Jamaican culinary students who had traveled to the United States on student work-study visas—rolled into work late for the third time that week. The other cooks were annoyed. So was I. I’d been spending my days stumbling through what seemed like impossible situations, and here was one more crisis.

But the students had a good excuse: They had landed in Provincetown with two promises from a nearby restaurant: a summer job and a place to live. The job had materialized (as had a second one, filling in at my restaurant). The housing hadn’t. These teenagers had been living out of the back of a borrowed car parked illegally in a faraway beach parking lot. Away from home for the first time, working seven 16-hour days a week, these cooks had nowhere to live in an ultraprogressive town that desperately needed their labor. Hearing this, I realized: If I want to keep my restaurant open, the local housing crisis is my problem too.

From the March 1865 issue: Cape Cod

Provincetown, a remote little village on a thin spit of sand at the very tip of Cape Cod, has about 3,700 year-round residents but a summer population estimated at up to 16 times that. Once one of the busiest fishing ports in the United States, it now has an economy that relies on the influx of tourists and wealthy second-home owners, many of whom identify as LGBTQ and revel in the town’s inclusivity and peculiarity. The drag performer Dina Martina likes to call Provincetown a “delightful little ashtray of a town.” I agree, but with one footnote: Some of the burning issues in town are profound—an extreme version of what’s happening in the U.S. economy as whole. If you work for modest pay in the service industry, Provincetown isn’t an escape from the real world; it’s a harbinger of a dystopian, ever more unequal future.

My job was to sell lobster rolls. But to do that well, I also had to become a landlord; over the next several years, my business spent more than a million dollars buying, renting, and operating housing for our workers. I helped employees work through the tangle of affordable-housing applications and joined community boards discussing housing issues.



The Earliest Known Dick Joke Is Thousands of Years Old

There have been dick jokes for almost as long as there have been dicks.


Dick jokes are having a bit of a moment right now, thanks to former President Barack Obama. Despite reports of his past aversion to penile humor, Obama recently spoke at the Democratic National Convention and took the opportunity to poke fun at Donald Trump’s presumably minuscule genitals, using a not-so-subtle hand gesture.

Amazingly, this wasn’t even the first time that Trump’s tiny dong has been the subject of an election season news cycle. Back in 2016, Marco Rubio made a similar jab at the Home Alone 2: Lost in New York star (albeit far more inelegantly) during a Republican primary debate. This led CNN to publish what we can only assume is the most cursed headline in the history of journalism.

Before it became the focal point of a political convention, the dick joke was mostly looked down upon by our modern society, but its origins are older and classier than you think.



Magic moment: Sydney aquarium filled with song after sea birds mourn death of gay penguin Sphen

Sea Life Sydney Aquarium keeper describes the unique and ‘very beautiful’ singing scene that unfolded as Sphen’s partner, Magic, and the gentoo colony were taken to see Sphen.


Sphen, the globally famous gay penguin, dies at Sydney aquarium – video


There wasn’t a dry eye among staff at Sydney’s Sea Life Aquarium as Magic and his fellow gentoo penguins cried out, mourning the loss of Sphen in an emotional scene never before witnessed by employees.

Sphen, whose same-sex love story with Magic made the couple globally famous, appeared to die of natural causes as he approached his 12th birthday, the aquarium confirmed on Thursday morning.

Penguin keeper Renee Howell witnessed the couple’s love story bloom from the beginning, and said the pair’s impact as a worldwide symbol of equality was “immeasurable”.

“It’s one in a million,” she said. “You never really will get to see this again.”

Sphen and Magic’s relationship began the same way as many other species – including humans, with courtship. Penguins will typically bow or sing to one another during this time, but gentoos are unique in that they will collect and present pebbles to one another.


Maru&Miri’s and Swing-carpooling, and Maru broke the new Excellent Breathable Box in no time.


Ed. More tomorrow? Possibly. Probably. Maybe. Likely, if I find nothing more barely uninteresting at all to do.

Ed., etc. I didn’t have time to do this today.


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