Erin Sherman 🌱
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wearegonnafindout.bsky.social
Erin Sherman 🌱
@wearegonnafindout.bsky.social
Native plants (7b/65n Chesapeake rolling coastal plain)
Decarbonization, kittens, oddments
Working on building energy regulations at a big nonprofit; speaking for myself here
She/they
Yeehaw
December 8, 2025 at 2:04 PM
As spouse points out, he's right to bite the phone because doomscrolling is bad for individual mental health, collective social and political health, and amount of attention directed to Teddy, in increasing order of importance. Hard to argue with the logic

Tl;dr kitten biting phone is praxis
December 8, 2025 at 1:55 PM
INNOCENT
December 8, 2025 at 1:54 PM
Lol. We just gotta commit 🤝
December 8, 2025 at 1:00 AM
It was a teeny tiny share but it was nice. I gotta do more publicizing if I run another one 😵‍💫
December 7, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Idk but this coming Saturday someone is going to see Die Hard who has never seen it before
December 7, 2025 at 8:25 PM
December 7, 2025 at 1:53 PM
oh no
December 7, 2025 at 3:12 AM
There are things to do about this of course. They are just not always easy.
December 7, 2025 at 2:55 AM
I feel like there's some special inflection about being that person and also caring about the environment, or whatever larger-than-the-self-or-family system. It's ... idk. That thing that will outlive me also won't be there for me in the grinding, banal ways I have been there for other people.
December 7, 2025 at 2:55 AM
🫂💚 solidarity.
December 7, 2025 at 2:55 AM
Damn y'all got the coolest apostle and everything
December 6, 2025 at 10:43 PM
My dad read this at my nephew's naming ceremony. I should learn the whole thing but just remember the end.

Ah! that thou couldst know thy joy,
Ere it passes, barefoot boy!

www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45484/...
The Barefoot Boy
With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace; Fro...
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December 6, 2025 at 10:38 PM
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ...
The Good-Morrow
And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new world...
www.poetryfoundation.org
December 6, 2025 at 10:35 PM
These ones pay a little rent but not much -

Laura stretch’d her gleaming neck
Like a rush-imbedded swan,
Like a lily from the beck,
Like a moonlit poplar branch,
Like a vessel at the launch
When its last restraint is gone.

www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44996/...
Goblin Market
Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: “Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpeck’d cherries, Melons and raspberries, Bloom-down-c...
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December 6, 2025 at 10:30 PM
(many, but especially that)
December 6, 2025 at 10:28 PM