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[aubs✨ @aubstaysversion]

GUYS I JUST FACETIMED TAYLOR SWIFT

[chief quiche @internet_james_]

I feel like there is probably some renewed interest in the Grateful Dead by people who don’t dislike them but never really got into them, who would now like to, and don’t know where to start. If that is you I would like to help

[Cheri Jacobus @CheriJacobus]

This is what every voter in America needs to see. Run this on a loop!

[aubs✨ @aubstaysversion]

the last time I saw bobby play was in may of 2025 at the sphere. my husband and I both cried multiple times during that performance. we felt like it was a goodbye and we weren’t sure why. I’m glad we were present with that experience. I’ll remember it forever.

[aubs✨ @aubstaysversion]

bob weir is such a profound loss. I am so very very sad.

[CONSEQUENCE @consequence]

Bob Weir performs live for the final time with the Dead and Company at Golden Gate Park in August 2025.

📸: Chloe Weir / Alive / Jay Blakesberg

[Rolling Stone @RollingStone]

Last year, Bobby Weir shared a lifetime of lessons with Rolling Stone.

Read his 2025 Rolling Stone Interview: https://t.co/uncP5Algls

[Variety @Variety]

Bob Weir, a cornerstone of the Grateful Dead and the band’s many offshoots for more than 50 years, has died after a battle with cancer and lung issues. He was 78

“It is with profound sadness that we share the passing of Bobby Weir,” the family statement began. “He transitioned peacefully, surrounded by loved ones, after courageously beating cancer as only Bobby could. Unfortunately, he succumbed to underlying lung issues. Bobby’s final months reflected the same spirit that defined his life. Diagnosed in July, he began treatment only weeks before returning to his hometown stage for a three-night celebration of 60 years of music at Golden Gate Park. Those performances, emotional, soulful, and full of light, were not farewells, but gifts. Another act of resilience. An artist choosing, even then, to keep going by his own design. As we remember Bobby, it’s hard not to feel the echo of the way he lived. A man driftin’ and dreamin’, never worrying if the road would lead him home. A child of countless trees. A child of boundless seas.”

https://t.co/3G9l8hREXc

[Empire State Building @EmpireStateBldg]

Tonight we will shine in tie-dye to honor the life and legacy of Bob Weir @GratefulDead

[Bobby Weir @BobWeir]

It is with profound sadness that we share the passing of Bobby Weir. We send him off the way he sent so many of us on our way: with a farewell that isn’t an ending, but a blessing.  A reward for a life worth livin'. https://t.co/2qdBbh80v1

📸 Chloe Weir

[mtp @tsengputterman]

What stage of capitalism is it when the White House is rigging betting markets on how long its press briefings denying war crimes will last

[Andy Signore @andysignore]

This is the most neutral summary I’ve seen of the Minnesota murder by ICE. It has ALL angles, it syncs them together, and shows the lead up and aftermath… if you watch this all and still think those shots were justified - you just might be a psychopath.

[aubs✨ @aubstaysversion]

@_robyn_smith one of my casual friends sends out newsletter emails and they’re my favorite things ever. I wish everyone I knew did this.

[Alyssa 🌻 @alyssaleann]

I always thought that the best part of having a large-ish following would be crowd-sourcing recommendations, and I WAS RIGHT

Look at all these soups!!!!!!

[chappell roan daily @dailyroan]

chappell roan’s full performance of ‘the subway’ in kansas city, MO shown on new years rockin’ eve last night!

[aubs✨ @aubstaysversion]

fwiw I loved marty supreme

[aubs✨ @aubstaysversion]

man what the fuck

[Bryan Johnson @bryan_johnson]

It’s been 19 days and 20 hrs since I last felt Kate’s warm embrace. She landed 47 minutes ago. The 24 hours of travel no doubt has her rushing to shower. She needs to cleanse herself of a dirtied world incompatible with her sensibilities. The wash doubles as a ritual, preparatory for entrance into the symbolic world we’ve constructed.

The time apart has been costly.  My body’s electrical signaling betrays the separation. Without her touch, my vagus nerve’s 100,000 myelinated fibers have dropped their high frequency spectral power, squawking distress. An intelligent system broadcasting diminished wave forms, hoping to be heard.  There are other signals of distress.

My white blood cells have shifted their gene expression, upregulating pro-inflammatory genes IL-6 and TNF-alpha and downregulating my antiviral genes.  A pro-aging biochemical signature of a system suffering hardship.

My environment is a pristine anti-aging laboratory. Air, water, food and light are meticulously measured. Toxins are filtered. Purification systems run autonomously. Biomarkers tracked. Nutrition is calibrated.

Yet outside my control is the affection of another. The 68 trillion cells that constitute Bryan Johnson run non-negotiable code. They demand tenderness, and not of a whimsical type, but deep, all-encompassing love that must be earned and carefully maintained. Otherwise they protest in self-termination.

She’s now only 13 miles away and I can viscerally feel her essence. The transmission pulses in high fidelity. As if there were a fiber optic cable streaming our connection at light speed through the multiplexed cylinders of glass. The time apart created latency, buffering the connection, depriving us of the luminescence and dimming into noise.

In 15 minutes she will be within reach. I can visualize the whites of her eyes and smell her aroma. When she arrives, she will be shy. Whenever we are apart, she returns to zero. Her previous openness will be closed. Her emotional dynamic range will be held in reserve until she feels she is safe and can trust.  I’ll need to kindle her again. The rush of the courtship enthralls me.

The anticipation drives a small cluster of my midbrain neurons to flood dopamine. Nerve fibers activate, lighting up my skin’s receptors as it awaits for slow, caressing touch. My hypothalamus begins synthesizing oxytocin, preparing to dump it upon first eye contact to ensure the reestablishment of our pair bond. This biochemical orchestra fills me with delight and sensorial want.

Kate’s been mulling over what she’ll wear for days.  She’s considered dozens of possibilities and modeled out my anticipated emotional state, the weather, and our planned activities. The colors will be representative of her psychological state and be positioned to soothe mine. The texture, style, and hues will interplay with our biology. The deliberately chosen accessories will add flair, intrigue and play. This is how she flirts, seduces and bypasses my mind to speak directly to my physiology. She has other tricks too.

She’s arrived. I must wait for her. Her timidness will want to determine the cadence. I hear the door crack open and her bag drop to the floor. She’s nervous. I’m on the couch, neutral and open. She rounds the corner and our eyes meet. The inhibitions wither as the magnetism draws us together. Soft hellos are whispered and our bodies interdigitate.

I feel her finger tips on the back of my neck. Goose bumps light up my body. Skin nerve cells fire signals directly to my brain, bypassing the analytical mind. The hypothalamus dumps the oxytocin, inhibiting fear and lowering cortisol. The body washes itself in this anti-inflammatory chain reaction.  Our respiration and heart beats are now synchronizing. The brain piles on with a release of endorphins to soothe the psychological pain of our separation. New powers are now in control. Let them run in glory.

I press my cheek against hers. The skin on skin triggers a wave of desire. I brush her lips with mine, catalyzing a massive activation of neurons in her brain, overwhelming thought and forcing presence.

She relents and wants to dance. She’s home.

I slip my hand under her shirt and brush the small of her back. Goosebumps spread like a wildfire across her body. Her hypothalamus stimulates the release of GnRH which tells the pituitary gland to wake up her reproductive system. Our olfactory systems consume each other with delight, signaling immune system compatibility.

I move both my hands to her jawline, holding her head firmly in place. Our mirror neurons speak to each other. I know what she wants. My lips press against hers and I softly bite her lower lip. Kate’s blood vessels dilate from the acetylcholine and nitric oxide release, flushing her lips, skin and body. The cascade is nearing waterfall.

The executive control of our brains surrenders. No longer concerned with the 68 trillion cells. The prefrontal cortex goes dark. Eliminating future planning and probabilistic modeling. Activity in our parietal lobes diminishes, dissolving the boundary that distinguishes between self and other. No longer is there Kate and Bryan, just a singular biological entity suspended in a state of bliss. The outside world goes quiet. It doesn’t exist. We dissolve into raw existence.

[Maliha @CaffeinatedLiha]

Read publicly. Read privately. Read long books. Read short stories. Read occasionally. Read constantly. Read quickly. Read slowly. Read romance. Read classics. Read nonfiction. Read to learn. Read for fun!

Read however, whatever and whenever you want! READ UNAPOLOGETICALLY!!!

[aubs✨ @aubstaysversion]

the brick is an excellent tool, however it does not need to be as expensive as it is. download foqos. it’s free, doesn’t track your data, and works the same way. it just uses nfc tags. they’re less than a dollar for on amazon. I’ve been using it for weeks and it’s been amazing.

[swamp hag ✨☕️🌸🍓🍰 @potatoslav]

update this thing is incredible. it has freed me from the screen. dopamine hit from the phone is squashed. just spent 5 minutes looking at my phone and i’m bricking it again so i stop scrolling twitter. amazing. worth 5x the price.

[Joyce Carol Oates @JoyceCarolOates]

MoMA

[Jo @JoJoFromJerz]

It’s the year 2025 and Americans have to watch a bootlegged international version of a news program because it was censored here in our country to protect a criminal president.