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My aunt gave me a pristine $20 bill from 1988 when my older brother passed in 2022. I have recently found out that my younger brother stole it from my room and spent it.
I'm more hurt and sad than angry but still pissed about it.
It was a green seal, star series, so between that AND the emotional value to it, it was priceless in more ways than one.
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"Confessions at Dusk"
Soft light on the river,
warm words in quiet air.
Dusk pours its colors gently,
and every moment lingers here.
Shadows drift like music,
soft rhythms in the breeze.
The river holds our silence
with effortless, gentle ease.
Lanterns glow like whispers,
warm halos in the night.
Two hearts rest a little closer
beneath the fading light.
14 more rows to go before I'm done. It's not a king/queen size like I usually make, but instead more of a twin/large throw. But that's okay. I have another one planned, a companion one, that is blue, dark grey, and brass instead of purple, light grey, and gold that I want to do next.
Or I can start working on 4 different ones (a blue one, a red one, a pink one, and a green one) for my nephews and my niece for Christmas next year
While I'm being mad at tumblr whites
People freezing to death in the streets is social murder. LGBTQ+ youth committing suicide due to familial abuse and oppression is social murder. First Nations being on boil water advisories for decades is social murder.
Sorry about your blog though.
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This fundraiser is dedicated to supporting Hannah Swanson, who was allegedly wronged by the Department of Agriculture, the Chippewa Falls Police Department, and a group of individuals who used false and slanderous information against her. As a result, an animal rescue was shut down, and countless animals have since lost their lives or their chance at safety.
We are seeking justice not only for Hannah, but also for the animals affected by these actions. Funds raised will go toward retaining a qualified attorney to represent Hannah, fight misinformation, protect her rights, and pursue accountability for both her and the animals who deserve justice.
My two dogs, Cuán and Juniper, both came from her and I have seen the condition that the dogs arrive to her in, many of them come from high kill shelters from Texas and her brother has had to inform the shelters they work with that until further notice she is unable to take any more in
She has spent much of her own money caring for them and providing medical support and running across several states to deliver them to their new families when no one else could.
The evening just sort of settles. Quiet, mostly. Like the city is exhaling after a long day.
I’m sitting at a little table outside the café again, and it’s weird how the whole street softens when the sun dips. Even the Mississippi seems slower at night, dragging itself along with this patient, lazy rhythm. There’s a tugboat, maybe two, making that low hum that somehow becomes part of the air, like it’s not separate, it's just here. The breeze smells like the river, old wood, salt maybe? And something sweet, like a bakery, I think, from a few doors down. I can’t tell if it’s cinnamon or sugar or both. Doesn’t matter. It makes me breathe deeper, grounding me in the moment.
People pass slowly now, careful almost, like they’re aware of the quiet too. A couple, walking hand in hand, with a quiet laugh, wandering without looking at the river, but their voices float in the air anyway. Someone’s strumming a guitar on the corner. Just a few lazy chords, nothing complicated, just enough to exist.
The café door swings open now and then, and a wave of warmth hits me. The smell of coffee and chicory, toasted. It hits me for a second and then it’s gone, and I’m back in the cool night. Everything feels easy here. Not staged, not like it’s trying to impress anyone. Just is.
The wooden boards creak when I shift, reminding me I’m here. Right now. Across the street, the lamppost throws a pool of light that’s soft enough to catch dust motes floating and the occasional footstep. It even touches the river, making the ripples look almost alive, or like they’re moving in slow motion. The city feels close, intimate. Like it’s tucked itself in but still curious, still peeking at the river to see what it’s doing.
Dusk stretches longer than it should, sky and river blending into one endless blur of gray-purple. And I notice I’ve been leaning into the quiet, letting it take me in without asking for anything. No rush. No expectations. Just this, just the here and the now.
I sip my coffee and listen to the river’s slow heartbeat. Letting it wrap around me. A tiny corner of New Orleans, the day slipping into night, everything feeling fragile, real, like it’s whispering: stay. Just stay. Stay a little longer. Stay for a moment
the more i talk w/ leftist friends the more i start to realize that they think culture is only defined by food or "traditional" (i.e. "ethnic") garb and nothing else
mentioned how white americans do in fact have a common culture and they genuinely thought i was joking. culture isnt something only granted to the Cool People of Color. just feels like among progressive groups there's this dichotomy created in which only the virtuous oppressed minorities have culture and anyone who is privileged some sort of void cultureless being
As someone with a background in anthropology, culture is everything and everywhere. It's so all-encompassing it's hard to even wrap your head around. Everything you do, say, think, eat, wear is wrapped up in culture. Even being deliberately counter-cultural, by consciously defying the expectations of your culture, is still an engagement with culture (often by adopting a sub-culture).
Sure, it's the “simple”, “surface-level” things that people tend to think of, like
In your culture, how many meals a day are you generally expected to eat, and when are you expected to eat them?
In your culture, which clothes are considered “formal”, and when would you wear such clothes?
But it's also so much more:
If you were dating someone, at what point in the relationship would you be expected to introduce them to your parents? That's culture!
How much respect is given to artists? Are people like poets or musicians revered as an integral part of society, or is the predominant attitude “get a real job”? That's culture!
How much value is given to education? What's considered more socially embarrassing - academic failure, or academic achievement? What's the intellectual landscape? Do people tend to respect experts, or denigrate them as “elitists”? That's culture!
Which things are generally considered to be “high culture” or “low culture”? Which kinds of media and art are considered “for the masses” versus “for the elites”? That's culture!
How are politicians treated? Do people tend to respect them as their “betters”, their “leaders”? Or are they assumed to be lying, conniving, corrupt, the worst of society? What kind of thing would end a politician's career? That's culture!
What's considered more egregious behaviour - bothering other people, or asking someone to stop bothering other people? That's culture!
If you were attending a job interview, how would you want to come across? How would you be expected to dress and behave? Would it be better to come across as very bold and confident, or humble and subservient? That's culture!
If you found yourself in a tricky situation - say, broken down at the side of the road - would you confidently expect strangers to come and help you? Or would it seem really weird for some random person to come and involve themselves in your situation? That's culture!
How are you expected to communicate? Is it seen as rude to be very blunt and straightforward, or is it considered rude to beat around the bush and make allusions and try to soften what you're saying rather than quickly getting to the point? That's culture!
I could go on (boy could I go on). This is so not meant to be all-inclusive; this is just a tiny sample of the things that make up “culture”.
To put it bluntly, a lot of the time the word “culture” seems to be used to mean, essentially, “the things that make people of colour different from white people”. Oh, this guy eats this different kind of food; that's culture. This lady wears these clothes to a wedding; that's culture. But we white people, we don't have “culture”; we just do what's normal. But it's all culture! Everything! All of it! And culture isn't just the result of where in the world you come from - class, occupation, rural/urban location, minority status, political affiliation, all these things and more can result in cultural differences even within a small area. Multiple cultures often co-exist, blend, overlap, and borrow from one another within the same place, which is especially noticeable in places with legacies of migration. People bring different cultures from around the world, and these interact with the dominant culture in all sorts of interesting ways. But a culture being dominant doesn't mean that it ceases to be a culture.
Claiming that certain groups of people (generally, whoever is the dominant majority group in a particular context) “don't have culture” is just as dumb as when people claim they “don't have an accent” simply because their accent is the most common one where they live. There is no “default”, every deviation from which is “a culture” or “an accent”. Everyone has an accent. Every community, everywhere, has culture(s). If you aren't aware of your culture, or don't think you have an accent, you're probably just so used to being considered “default” and “normal” that it doesn't occur to you that no such thing actually exists.
An important thing to note here is that in a settler colonialist context, like the US, the default culture doesn't just interact with other cultures, it also demands that they be erased.
It takes in British and French and German and Irish and Polish and Italian and Jewish immigrants (etc.), throws their culture into a blender and shapes the default culture (with the bits that are considered to come from the whitest of those in-groups forming the biggest chunks) AND it demands conformity to the new blender-culture at the expense of whatever culture the immigrants had.
White immigrant groups are not seen as 'American' simply because they display enough culture markers that are distinctly white-American. No, in order to qualify as American, they have to no longer display a set of culture markers that are distinctly other. If their habits or language etc. are too Irish, too Polish, to Italian.. then they are 'other' no matter how many markers of the dominant culture they express.
Of course, in order to not speak with an Irish, Polish or Italian accent, you must speak with the dominant accent. In order to appear to no longer be culturally other in any way, you must express the dominant culture in all things. So you are doing a lot of culture.
But because 'no longer recognizably a member of any other culture' is seen as the defining proof that someone has entered the dominant culture, you end up with a dominant culture that feels like it's not really a culture in a much more profound way than a dominant culture that doesn't exist in a settler-colonial context.
Anthropology should be a default high school course. Learning the basics of how cultural expectations differ and what that means in a multicultural situation would save us SO MUCH trouble.
Same energy as that time in college I told a girl that “the tarot” says she needs to go call her mom and start going to therapy and she fucking did.
absolutely a granny weatherwax moment. “you need to move the outhouse because its presence is bothering the forest spirits and they’re cursing you” because trying to explain about bacteria from the outhouse contaminating the well wasn’t working.
Sometimes you gotta ask yourself ‘Do I want to be right or do I want results?’ and then act accordingly.
"Confessions at Dusk"
Soft light on the river,
warm words in quiet air.
Dusk pours its colors gently,
and every moment lingers here.
Shadows drift like music,
soft rhythms in the breeze.
The river holds our silence
with effortless, gentle ease.
Lanterns glow like whispers,
warm halos in the night.
Two hearts rest a little closer
beneath the fading light.
Pierre Fouché. 1994.77 or Lebenslänglichen Explosionsglück, 2020.
Rayon chords from a World War II parachute.
PBY Blister Gunner, Rescue at Rabaul, 1944, photo by Horace Bristol
oh my god he did a bobbin lace. out of parachute cords, both military and protective in nature. of the guy who saved someone from the water and then ran to fire his gun with his fine ass out. This is so gorgeous and so gay
I think I might be about to send a deranged email
Couldn't find an email address so it was instead a deranged form submission
HUGE NEWS
So apparently a lot of people don't realize that famine can be man-made, and famine can still happen in an area with an abundance of crops being grown in that area. I give the criteria as to how an area that grows a large amount of food can be classified as being in a famine. The criteria of it is not limited just to what happened in Ireland.
It can be applied to any event throughout history as well as currently ongoing ones such as what is happening in Palestine. A modern-day example of man-made famine not only through violent warfare but political policies actively worsening already horrible living conditions in a war zone.
It is about the accessibility to food, not necessarily the scarcity of food. And because of this misunderstanding of what could actually create a famine, most people believe that the Irish potato famine is not a famine.
I do believe it should be renamed and there are members of the history societies that are trying to get it renamed but there's like three four different names floating around that they can't decide on as a whole as to what to call it. Some call it the Great Irish Hunger others call it the Irish Colonial Starvation.
But no matter what it's called it's still a famine and should be teached as such. However, it should be taught that it was a man-made one, Or at least that 90% of it was man-made and highly preventable. Because I remember growing up and I was wondering how an entire population could be dependent on potatoes when I look at how rich and fertile Ireland was in the photos.
To say that it was a natural famine is a lie. To say that it was not a famine because it was orchestrated by man is a lie. It was a man-made famine, and historical documents point to the fact that it might have very well have been with the intent of genocide of the Irish people. And I do touch on that in this post a bit. not just from the viewpoints of the Irish people, but actual British documents that I will dig up if requested)
FYI This is actually a copy and post of a paper I did at my University for a history class. I got a B minus on it mostly for grammatical issues that I have since smoothed over. Cuz then let me tell you when my brain don't want to write, it don't want to write.
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The Irish Potato Famine: A Man-Made Catastrophe
The Irish Potato Famine (1845–1852) is often remembered as a natural disaster caused by a potato blight. While the blight destroyed the staple crop of the poor, the famine was fundamentally man-made, worsened—and in some ways tolerated—by British colonial policies. Understanding the famine requires looking at both the structural causes of starvation and the deliberate human actions that intensified suffering.
Potatoes were cheap, nutritious, highly productive, and could grow on the marginal land available to the poor, which is why they became the backbone of the Irish diet. The tragedy of the famine was that when this single, essential crop failed, millions had nothing else to fall back on—despite Ireland producing plenty of other food that the poor could not access.
The Potato was one of the very few crops that the English did not take. And the English didn’t take the potatoes because they were subsistence crops of low commercial value, leaving the poor dependent on them. It wasn’t kindness that the English left the potatoes for the poor; it was indifference mixed with economic calculation. However this also meant that when the blight hit, millions had nothing else to eat
Ireland at the time was producing abundant food, including grains and livestock. However, the majority of the Irish people were largely denied access to this food. Much of it was exported to Britain to serve the empire’s economic interests, leaving millions dependent on potatoes as their primary food source. When the potato blight struck, starvation followed; not because of the lack of food but because the Irish people were prevented from accessing it.
British policies compounded the problem: rents and taxes continued despite widespread hunger, relief efforts were minimal, and officials adhered to laissez-faire economic principles, refusing to intervene effectively. The famine was therefore largely preventable, making it a man-made catastrophe.
Some historians argue that the famine had elements of genocidal intent. Certain British officials viewed the crisis as a way to “teach the Irish a lesson” or reduce the population. Statements from the time and the continuation of food exports despite mass starvation suggest that the suffering was politically tolerated, if not encouraged.
Importantly, the Irish Potato Famine meets the criteria used today to declare a famine:
1. Food access – Over 20% of households could not obtain enough food to survive.
2. Malnutrition – Acute malnutrition, especially among children, soared due to dependence on a single failing crop.
3. Mortality – Death rates from starvation and hunger-related diseases exceeded famine thresholds, resulting in over a million deaths.
The Irish Potato Famine was not simply a natural disaster caused by crop failure—it was a man-made catastrophe exacerbated by British colonial policies.
So while Ireland produced abundant crops and livestock, most of this food was exported to Britain, leaving the rural poor dependent on potatoes, the only crop they could reliably grow on their tiny plots. When the blight struck, starvation followed, not from a lack of food, but from restricted access to it. British authorities worsened the crisis by enforcing rents, evicting starving tenants, and providing minimal relief, often guided by prejudice or indifference. Some officials even saw the famine as a tool to reduce the Irish population. This combination of preventable suffering, deliberate neglect, and ongoing food exports demonstrates that the famine was man-made, and contains elements of genocidal intent, while still meeting the three criteria of a famine: widespread food insecurity, acute malnutrition, and elevated mortality.
So the Irish Potato Famine was both a natural agricultural crisis (the blight) and a man-made disaster (literally everything else). The fact that Ireland produced abundant food, yet millions starved due to lack of access, underscores the deliberate human factors at play. Elements of neglect and prejudice suggest some suffering was intentionally worsened, giving the famine a genocidal dimension. Yet, even acknowledging its human-made nature as well as its preventability, it remains a famine by all modern standards.
just overheard my wife spelling something on the phone and i shit you not saying the words “E as in Eeyore” i am on my hands and knees wailing screaming crying pleading and begging people to learn the NATO phonetic alphabet
like the reason this exists is because none of the words sound like each other, which means that even with a terrible signal both parties should be able to clearly understand the words being spelled
i am dead serious that i believe this should be taught in school
The last dark charcoal grey round before I see if it is big enough to be done. Personally, I like that thickness of charcoal gray. It was supposed to be thicker but I like this one
So after letting it sit on my bed for a couple days, I decided to rip out the charcoal grey, I liked it. I did, but I decided that the buff border was not thick enough. And I felt like it was getting lost.
So this is it laying on my bed and I feel like the 3ish inches that the border was wasn't necessarily big enough.
So I'm expanding it a little bit more. Going closer for like 7 inches to see, although I don't think I'll probably go more than 9 in. Just because I still like how that black looked around it