A long journey for me. I worked on the school farm as a kid, I remember the first time animal ag hit me we had raised broiler (meat) hens and I was loading them onto the murder van. I was quite young, it seemed wrong in a vague nonspecific way. I knew dairy was completely fucked by the end of highschool and went ovo-pesca.

Many years later in my twenties I had just read a book in which studies of zebra fish modifying their behaviour towards pessimism when their lips were envenomed with bee venom. Harmless, but painful. Such a change only made sense to me if they had something akin to what in us we call emotions. I had recently moved away from living in a poly house, partly because of my deeply conflicted feelings on their enthusiastic rejection of any form of pesca/vege-tarianism and was doing a lot of soul searching.

I found vegan circlejerk and thought it was hilarious, and the combo made me be like “fair cop, at worst you miss out on some fish, at best you avoid horrificly depraved acts” so I approached my wife and said “I think veganism is morally correct” and she said yep and that was that.

in other news stability testing for mica pigments commences today. Hoping to make some pretty rheoscopic fluid for kaleroscopes for the nibblings.