Physical Matter Is Music Solidified - Pythagoras

“Physical matter is music solidified” - Pythagoras

Above is the harmonic series

Below a photographic x-ray of a sea shell🐚

@goodomensafterdark and other people in the GO fandom,

Hey! I make free good omens content because I love sharing with you all, but I am trying to manage my finances as a 19 year old who was kicked out by their mum. I am safe, with a roof over my head, don't fret! But a little extra cash goes a long way. (At the end of this post I will show you how far.)

These are some examples of my art that you might recognise me from:

Anyway, if you're in a financial position to support me:

My commissions are open!! And my Patreon has paid tiers for $2, $5, and $7.

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My Patreon has a free tier with lots of cool rewards and bonuses.

Plus, Reblogging this post is super helpful even if you can't directly donate. Maybe someone who follows you is in a position to support me.

How far does your money actually go?

Here are a few of my expenses:

Just $2 buys me a whole bag of expired bread at a local bakery. It's enough bread to keep me fed for a whole week!

My commute to work (I'm a pay-what-you-can tutor because I want to eliminate socioeconomic barriers to education. I have to take public transportation to my students' houses) costs me $10 every trip.

My internet bill is $39 a month.

$20 buys me 50 pages of the sketchbook paper I use.

Now, I am in a position where I don't need your support to pay for any part of my lifestyle. But holy fuck is it helpful. It means that I can start paying off my student loans, and that I can actually add to my savings account. (Btw, none of this is your responsibility. Don't feel obligated to maintain my financial decisions. I'm fine, I'm just giving you some insight into my life for the sake of transparency.)

Currently I make $28.75 a month from Patreon alone. I am so grateful for that. It is such a relief to have a bit of extra cash on the side, doing something I love.

If you want to know what my short term savings goal is, I want to buy a drawing tablet so that I can make comics more easily. Those can cost anywhere from 300-1000 dollars, so it'll be a while before I can afford it. Long term, I'm saving up for a deposit on a house. Is that a pipe-dream? Probably. But I'm nothing if not delusional.

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Dreamed we drove past an store called something like Ineffable Auto Parts and a farm called Boyfriends Gentlebeard and one more I can't remember

Lemme tell you a gay little story about an eagle.

Our town (~9,000 people) has a couple garages, but there's a big one on the main drag. My family has been going there for decades. I drive past it every day.

There used to be a huge pine tree on the corner of their lot, but last year it became a hazard and had to be taken down.

Shortly thereafter I drive by and see they've hired a guy to chainsaw sculpt the stump into a bald eagle.

Birds own my heart, but nationalism makes me twitchy. I withhold outright condemnation of the eagle, but I'm skeptical. (The original owner—an objectively Good Dude—sold the business to a younger couple a few years ago, and I don't have any knowledge of their whole deal.)

Then it turns out someone on staff is really into making costumes for the eagle. Every holiday. Every month. Stuffed turkey, witch costume, menorah headpiece, bunny ears. These people love to dress their bird.

The changing of the eagle suit becomes a source of joy every time I drive through town.

Until June, when the eagle is bare.

Now look, maybe I'm expecting too much asking my garage to celebrate Pride. But this is a small town. Every time I drive by that stupid eagle—this thing that has previously brought me so much joy—I feel hurt. I feel reminded that there are plenty of people in my liberal bubble who don't consider my community worthy of celebration. I drive to work, I feel bad. I drive home, I feel bad. The eagle is mocking me.

Then my A/C quits working.

So I book an appointent to bring my car in—and realize what I have to do.

I pick all this up at a thrift store for under ten bucks. I print the shirt with some weird heat-transfer fabric crayons I find in a cupboard. I loop gold elastic around the sunglasses and pray they'll fit on the eagle's head. (It is also important to draw your attention to the price of the feather boa.)

(Nice.)

My reasoning is thus: if I show up with a complete costume ready to go, someone will have to look me in the eye and say "We don't believe in that," at which point I'll be finding a new garage. But if they let me dress the eagle, then people in town get to have the joy I've been missing since the start of the month.

I listen to a lot of hype-up jams on my way over. I hate confrontation. I also don't wanna have to find another garage. I want to believe that this decision isn't actively antagonistic, but I'm not particularly hopeful.

I talk through the A/C issue with the guy at the desk, hand over my keys, then take a deep breath.

"Who's in charge of the eagle?"

"Oh, that's all Dylan. Second bay from the end."

I walk down the row of hydraulic lifts and find a disarmingly smiley middle-aged man pouring fluid through a funnel. I introduce myself and explain that, since the Pride parade is this Sunday and the eagle seems to be missing a costume, I have taken the liberty of making one myself, and can I get his blessing to go put it on?

Dylan grins this absolutely giant grin and goes

"Oh hell yeah."

So that's what's up now.

Happy Pride.

dear USAmericans,

VOTING WORKS!!!

French people showed up, French people voted, turnout was higher today than it has been since 1997, and we kicked the far right to 3rd place

a week ago, the far right was the biggest party in France, we were slated for a far right parliament, prime minister, and government

this week, we voted against them en masse and we won!

VOTING WORKS!

you're up next in November! it's very rare we get to say this, but this one time, take example on the French! show up and vote!

because VOTING WORKS!

The thing I keep coming back to, with all the *gestures expansively* is that real life doesn't have peaceful epilogues.

Every single win has to be defended. Forever. I'm sorry. It sucks. The Nazis lost until they stopped losing. The US had abortion rights, and then 50 years later it didn't. Empires fall, and then they invade other countries again. Oppressive regimes are overthrown and replaced with other oppressive regimes. You will never finish the work etc etc etc. Which is why it's so fucking important to be able to acknowledge and celebrate progress, when it happens. The people who came before you didn't put in all that work for nothing, and you aren't, either. You can't save it all for the Ultimate Victory because there is never going to be an Ultimate Victory. There's no such thing as a time when everything is good, and ours shall not be the commune of Heaven.