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Skerry Lark
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Morning person. Curator of beauty, wonder, whimsy, stories, and songs.
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arealmofwonder.bsky.social
"Our great thoughts, our great affections, the truths of our life, never leave us ... and are of their nature divine and immortal."
~ William Makepeace Thackeray

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗴𝗽𝗶𝗲 (1868) • Claude Monet
December 13, 2025 at 8:45 AM
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December 12, 2025 at 7:54 PM
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alwayscoffee.bsky.social
All the wrong people are shameless.

All the good people I know are so often plagued by anxiety.
December 12, 2025 at 10:37 PM
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thinkingautism.com
"If we truly want to support dysregulated students, especially neurodivergent ones, we need to stop putting the burden of managing big emotions solely on them & instead take a hard look at the environments we create." From @endseclusion.bsky.social:

endseclusion.org/2025/07/10/n... #neurodiversity
Neurodivergent Students Don’t Need a Calm Corner, They a Whole Classroom Rooted in Calm, Connection, and Compassion
“Just make a calm-down space in your room!” they say, as if emotional regulation can be solved with a bean bag chair, a glitter jar, and a cute sign that says “breathe.” But here’s what so many people...
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December 13, 2025 at 4:17 AM
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scalzi.com
Today in The December Comfort Watches: Ferris Bueller's Day Off, in which I discuss why what specific day "The Day Off" is on the calendar doesn't actually matter, and why, beneath all the sparkle of being a Very Special Boy, Ferris is ordinary, and that's okay:

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The December Comfort Watches 2025, Day Twelve: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
About a decade ago there was some noise made about trying to figure out what day on the calendar Ferris Bueller’s Day Off took place. The day that was decided on by the nerds who think too mu…
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December 13, 2025 at 1:30 AM
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comicsinthega.bsky.social
A promotional Christmas card from the 1940s. Art by Fred Ray.
Superman is in the process of putting on a Santa Claus outfit. He is wearing the hat, and has one leg in the pants. The the coat jacket is hanging on a hook behind him. At the bottom of the card it says "Season's Greetings."
December 12, 2025 at 11:14 PM
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venetiajane.bsky.social
13 Dec: In many cultures around the world there is a belief that red is a lucky colour. Here are some winter gifts from Mother Nature, her ruby-coloured gems, shared as the #WinterSolstice approaches, in the hope they bring good fortune, warmth, and much joy to your festive season.
A winter collage of ruby-red berries, leaves, flowers and mushrooms and against soft natural backgrounds, celebrating seasonal colour and texture inspired by Mother Nature’s festive gifts.
December 13, 2025 at 12:30 AM
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willquinnart.bsky.social
Daily bunny no.3167 knows how to save a life
A bunny on a boat tries to help another bunny, struggling in the water. instead of a life preserver, the helper bunny is about to throw two donuts, one of which has a bite taken out of it. His crewmate (or possibly fellow baker?) attempts to stop him
December 13, 2025 at 3:41 AM
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greenleejw.bsky.social
Medieval landlords regularly collected eels as rent. But they didn't always eat them. Sometimes they bought things w/ their eels.

In the early 1200s the Ramsey monks rented a local causeway at the yearly rate of 1 pair of scarlet pants, 2 pounds of pepper & ginger, & 1,000 eels.
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Meme. Picture of a rich-looking bastard sitting on the hood of a Rolls-Royce. His hand is leaning on an umbrella, and his blue and brown scarf is tossed just so. His tie is striped and slightly loose at the neck, and the points on his shirt collar are unnecessarily elegant. He is wearing red pants (except he's likely British, so they're trousers (though he might be also wearing read pants (underwear, to my US peeps) but we can't see)). Behind him is a fancy building with arched windows and columns. It looks like it's raising its eyebrows at you in surprise. The man is looking with stern contemplation into the middle distance behind your left shoulder. He's essentially ignoring you. You're right there in front of him, but you don't matter. His whole demeanor and expression embody your unimportance. He seems like his name should be something like Alistar Hamish Weathersworth III, and he looks imminently punchable. Meme text reads: "The pants are a bit much If you don't have the eels"
December 12, 2025 at 4:34 PM
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#OldFoxAdventCalendar
The Thirteenth Window. It was Little Yule, St Lucie's Day and according to the old reckoning, the shortest day of the year, the turning-point of the light. Let us walk up together onto Maygad Hill just before dawn, with the icy wind whipping in from the sea and the snow hard and frozen beneath our boots. Look down, across the sweep of ridge-and-furrowed fields – do you see Old Fox's cottage? Ablaze with candles in the winter darkness. Candles in the parlour window cheering visitors along the lane, candles in rows of painted green Majolica in the Morning Room, each staff shaped as a ruffed and doubleted courtier, candles in the winters-worn Männleinleuchter sticks glimmering on the library desk, candles in the High Attic, fixed hard in sailors' lanterns, beaconing the sea road, candles on the kitchen table, scarlet red & golden orange, friendly rushlights by the chatter & the morning porridge, candles in the bedrooms in sweet porcelain dishes decorated with ivy & winter ferns, & candles in the drawing room, the oldest part of the cottage, blazing in the Christmas spruce's arms, glising the glass baubles, and a dozen beeswax rowels, as sweet as roses, on a candelabra wheel, made in the local smithy centuries back, braced high on the ancient oak beams like a crown of gildy stars in the Midwinter sky.
December 13, 2025 at 8:15 AM
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#OldFoxAdventCalendar
The Thirteenth Window. The scene: the steps of a brightly-painted circus wagon, early morning, a fallow field near Long Bredy in Dorsetshire. The characters: a small patch-eyed dog, known throughout the noble cities of Europe as a supreme acrobat and juggler, and a girl, a dancer and accordion player, dark hair, dark eyes, holding a pack of tattered cards. It's St Lucie's day, she said, let's read our fortunes. Supposed to be last night, but it's still dark. Pick one, go on. The dog reached out a paw and chose. The girl turned the card over. It was a picture of a honeyed stone house, with a tower and a balcony. That looks like that place we saw near Lyon, he said with a big sigh. I'd like to settle down one day, leave the circus. Garden. Sleep. Eat. Let's do another one, then, said the girl, see when you can do that. The dog picked again, a card half-hidden in the middle. The girl pulled it out with a flourish and gasped. Look it's the ship – that means soon! The dog spun round in happiness - soon, soon! Lazy living for me! Do one for you, now. The girl shuffled the pack, closed her eyes and chose two, right next to each other. The first was a beautiful lady in a crimson velvet dress and a golden cloak made of satin of Cypress. That's me, she said, a great beauty! And they both giggled. Next, said the dog. It was the sun, blazing in the centre of the card, blazing in the darkness of that long-ago winter morning. Ooh, said the girl, that's the best one – it means I'm going to be the most famous dancer in the whole world – headliner every time! Come and see me in my French castle, though, said the dog. Course, said the girl, won't forget my best friend! And somewhere, crowned in light, St Lucie looked down on the scruffy pair in their little wagon in that muddy Dorset field, and sent all the blessings that a saint can send, which are considerable blessings indeed.
December 13, 2025 at 11:22 AM
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scottwagoner62.bsky.social
Morning Prayer: Loving God, may we live this day with an openness to gratitude. May your Spirit be with those who find it hard to hold in their hearts a center of gratitude. Gentle and tender our hearts so that we are receptive to today's gifts and we receive them with joy. Amen.
December 12, 2025 at 1:06 PM
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#MorningPrayer
As we celebrate today
our sister in faith St Lucy,
open our hearts and lives
to you Lord Jesus,
that we may be leavened
by the yeast of your kingdom,
and so reach out to all we meet
to show your love,
share your life,
and shine your light
as you show to us the way.
December 13, 2025 at 8:30 AM
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arealmofwonder.bsky.social
"The right time is any time that one is still so lucky as to have."
~ Henry James

The Seine at Bougival in Winter
🎨 Alfred Sisley (1872)
December 12, 2025 at 8:26 AM
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There's a paid tier, too. Paying subscribers get a bonus post every month covering some aspect of historical cartography. It's $3 a month, if you're interested.

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December 11, 2025 at 10:05 PM
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We have a winner of the Grumpy Raven, but you can still be a different kind of winner by signing up for my free weekly newsletter.

Is it worth it? You'll learn about interesting new books, and about how maps get made. Plus, I promise-threaten that there will be footnotes on par with my alt-text!
December 12, 2025 at 1:26 AM
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greenleejw.bsky.social
Every week on my patreon I write about #maps & mapmaking. It's free to subscribe, and I am 2 subscribers away from my goal of 500. TWO!

So...I'm gonna bribe you. Subscriber 500 gets a free sticker of my Grumpy Raven drawing! How can you beat that?

Here's the link!
www.patreon.com/c/SurprisedEel
Meme. Black and white drawing of a raven, looking away from you as if you've done something terribly wrong. The drawing is made of abstract shapes and lines. Meme text above the raven reads: "Quoth the grumpy raven:" and the text below it reads: "Cool kids get raven stickers"
December 11, 2025 at 10:05 PM
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grandiloquentwords.bsky.social
Snood [snood]
(n.)
- A fleshy wrinkled fold of skin that hangs down over a turkey's beak.
- An ornamental hair band or hair net.

Use:
“Thomas turkey has a wattle and snood
That always puts the hens in the mood,
So strut your stuff today little dude
Because tomorrow, you’re gonna be food.”
Grandiloquent Word of the Day logo - Sepia-toned graphic with a baroque Victorian typeface and an illustration of a big turkey.
December 9, 2025 at 12:11 AM
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Vicambulate [vahy-KAM-byoo-layt]
(v.)
- To take a stroll about town; to saunter leisurely.

Used in a sentence:
“Percival drew himself up, affronted. ‘Aunt Agatha, please. I wasn’t ‘wandering.’ I was vicambulating, which is considerably more dignified, you know.’”
Grandiloquent Word of the Day logo - Sepia-toned graphic with a baroque Victorian typeface and an illustration of a lady and a gentleman taking a stroll together.
December 9, 2025 at 3:16 PM
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Gombeen [gom-BEEN]
(n.)
- A shady moneylender operating in times of great financial turmoil.
- A mean, underhanded, corrupt person; usually applied to politicians.

Use:
“If that gombeen comes around here again, you tell him that I’m going to disfeature his heretofore snoutfair countenance!”
Grandiloquent Word of the Day logo - Sepia-toned graphic with a baroque Victorian typeface and an illustration of a hawker buying a book from Pinocchio.
December 11, 2025 at 12:10 AM
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Ween [ween]
(v.)
- To think or suppose; be of the opinion.

Used in a sentence:
“He weened her oeillades to be merely playful and coquettish; Lady Bootwhistle, however, entertained far more definite intentions toward the strapping young footman.”
Grandiloquent Word of the Day logo - Sepia-toned graphic with a baroque Victorian typeface and an illustration of a woman with a contemplative expression.
December 12, 2025 at 3:01 AM
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Christmas songs have some of the best lines in all hymnody.

• A weary world rejoices
• Chains shall he break, for the slave is our brother
• The hopes and fears of all the years are met in Thee tonight
• God is not dead, nor does he sleep

What’re your favorites?
December 11, 2025 at 7:20 PM
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Right after security at the Milwaukee airport there are big signs that say RECOMBOBULATION AREA hanging over some benches and I think that’s beautiful.
December 12, 2025 at 4:33 AM
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dianelangberg.bsky.social
We have often blamed those who suffer for their trauma. We have failed to recognize that systems can be corrupt and power abused and that, like our Lord, many people in this world suffer from underserved injustice and trauma.
December 10, 2025 at 5:00 PM
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dianelangberg.bsky.social
It is always the responsibility of the person with power to maintain the integrity of the relationship.

Always.
December 10, 2025 at 10:01 PM