Today was equal parts sleeping and goofing about online.
Not much to say about the sleeping except I had one of those dreams where your teeth crumble and fall out. Haven't had one of them in decades.
A Texan dental practice offers this wisdom:
"Some believe that the dream about teeth crumbling or falling out is caused by a loss of power or control over a situation. Has something happened in your personal or professional affairs that you feel powerless to stop? Are you feeling anxiety over a loss of control in your life? There’s a chance you might have this dream during one of those times.
Others, however, think that teeth crumbling or falling out is a sign that you may have said something you now regret. Did you recently divulge a secret, gossip, or criticize someone? Do you wish you could take it back? Your mind may be processing this event and your remorse about the situation may be reflected in your dream.
For another perspective, Dream Dictionary explains that “teeth as a symbol might imply inner aspects of ourselves that we don’t recognize,” so “possibly the ego is being provoked or challenged.” Furthermore, Dream Dictionary notes: “teeth falling [out] suggest a lack of support internally and you might be having trouble holding things together that [were] once strong in you.""
The article then slips seamlessly into advice about bruxism and how to attain the smile of your dreams - those Texan dentists have a strong marketing game.
The day got off to a brilliant start when someone retweeted this into my timeline this morning:
The replies made me laugh so much my breasts grew two cup sizes. Further horror/amusement can be found at the source of the segment, Things Breasts Can't Actually Do.
The Bayeux Tapestry is online! This makes me so happy I can't even. Visiting it in France in 2016 was a highlight of my life.
I went to see it twice, two days running, spending hours in there each time (you're meant to be in and out in the time it takes to listen to the audio-commentary).
The tweet that brought its online presence to my attention notes, "you can zoom right in and see all kinds of stuff - there's weird beasts, nudity, quicksand, comets, destiny, meat on sticks, odd social details, haircuts, astronomy and a massive battle at the end."
I loved the mention of haircuts. This is one of many notes I made during my visit to Bayeux:
The Victorian replica at Reading Museum has famously rescued the modesty of the man I like to think of as Dangle Guy:
Actually, I might make Reading my summer holiday destination this year, if things are open and we're allowed to travel again by then. Everyone else will be in Cornwall or at the beach or Up North so it should be nice and deserted.
Before you scoff, the river at Reading is lovely; it was one of my favourite bits when I walked the Thames Path:
Watched this thought-provoking short film by and about non-speaking autistic people. I hope one day we will get this equality thing right:
And enjoyed a fascinating old long read from The New Yorker, The Possibilian, about the neuroscience of time.
"The more detailed the memory, the longer the moment seems to last. “This explains why we think that time speeds up when we grow older,” Eagleman said—why childhood summers seem to go on forever, while old age slips by while we’re dozing. The more familiar the world becomes, the less information your brain writes down, and the more quickly time seems to pass."
I'm doing this blog to try and fend off the year because, in the Great Void of 2020, time slipped by like water.
Today's Photo: Snowlines
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