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If any of y'all have a treasured roasted brussel sprouts recipe, please feel free to share... I'm never satisfied with the texture at home đ©
Okay, I finally got the chance to make them tonight and they turned out perfect! Thanks so much, the baking tray I was using was a solid 80% of the problem. Now I can have the dinner party menu of my dreams...
oh i'm so so glad they turned out well!! :)
Clip of Lucy Dacus on the Las Culturistas podcast.
you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.
I was 22 when I got my first bookstore job, and at the time my entire experience of "old people" was my grandparents, none of whom had been particularly healthy, and none of whom I was close with. To my young eyes, all they did was sit around and be old. That was life after 60.
The owner of the bookstore was this grand old dame of 76 who had been in the business for 40 years. She'd had three kids with a husband who was extremely gay, and as soon as those were old enough, they split up. She read on an epic scale, was an avid follower of the opera, sang in several choirs, and scheduled arts programming for a private club. She had gentleman callers (so they styled themselves) at the store continuously the entire fifteen years I worked there--yah, into her NINETIES. She never took up seriously with any of them, because they couldn't keep up. She was impeccably dressed and put together every single day of her life, drank regularly, and said they would pry her estrogen supplements out of her cold, dead hands. She had a gang of elderly single lady friends, though, and they went out every night of the week. They knew everything and everyone, collectively. She got her first smart phone in her mid-80s and became extremely Online. I bet she's on Tumblr now. She is 96.
This blew my mind. Life didn't have to be over...ever.
We worship youth in our culture. Only the young have futures, and the aged exist to enable the lives of the young. We act as if by the time you hit forty, you've had your chance. You are now expected to step aside and scede life to others.
FUCK THAT. I have a lot of life ahead of me. I have places to go and books to read and people to fuck and food to eat and music to dance to and emotions to feel and nazis to punch and stories to tell and hearts to break and ventures to capitalize and empires to conquer. I am going to be doing this for the next fifty years, minimum.
Life has so much in it. Do it all, forever.
Me to me when I repeat past mistakes when I know better
so happy and free
this is going to be a silly reblog but i have kind of a fixation on animal qualia and the idea of an animal's umwelt, so i ended up wondering whether pudding was actually "enjoying" this.
which meant i went and read about snail brains.
here's the bad news, at least by human standards:
snails do not have anything like a centralized brain. their nervous system is made up of small clusters of neurons (ganglia) that mostly handle very local tasks. they don't have a cortex, they don't build big integrated models of the world, and they almost certainly don't experience things like appreciation, anticipation, or savoring.
pudding is not looking at the sky and thinking it's beautiful.
snail eyes are basically light sensors - they can tell bright from dark, but not form images. snail "taste" is done through chemoreceptors on their tentacles and around their mouth. those receptors don't produce flavor the way ours do; they just detect chemical compounds and sort them into "approach," "ignore," or "avoid."
so there's no evidence that snails enjoy food, or wind, or views, the way mammals do.
and that does sound kind of sad. but then i thought that maybe we are asking the wrong question.
snails do have valence. they detect aversive things (like salt or dryness) and withdraw from them. they detect non-aversive or beneficial conditions (like moisture) and stay extended. when pudding is stretched out like this, it means his nervous system is basically saying "this is safe; nothing is wrong."
if we define pleasure not as our human experience of dopamine and reward chemicals but instead as "the absence of aversion" - a state where the organism is open to its environment instead of defending itself - then this does count as something positive, even if it's extremely nothing like human enjoyment.
pudding isn't appreciating the wind. but his body is registering humidity, safety, and the ability to keep functioning, and that matters to him in the only way his nervous system can make things matter. he does not think "this is great, this is awesome, i love the weather", because he doesn't think in the way we do at all, but the neurological action in his ganglion tell his body that he is safe, that the moisture is an acceptable level, that it's not too dry or windy, and that there's nothing imminently threatening.
i think a lot of the sadness comes from assuming that a good life has to look like ours: full of enjoyment, meaning, and aesthetic experience. but a snail isn't missing those things. its world just isn't built to include them.
snails don't have a sense of flavor. they don't even have tastebuds. this seems like a gimme, right? but again that might be asking the wrong question about what "taste" is. biologically speaking, it's chemoreception. we taste sweet because it indicates high value, high calorie sugar molecules. we taste salty for salt, umami for proteins. so in what way does pudding's chemoreceptors differ from ours instrumentally? we can say "by our human perspective, pudding can't experience "preference" or "savoring" or "anticipation of delicious food"", but from pudding's perspective we have radically overengineered ourselves for the task at hand. pudding can tell what's salty, what's high value, what has the chemicals he needs. the functional outcome is that he can discriminate food souces based on their composition. is that not taste?
so maybe the point isn't "this is sad because he can't enjoy it," but "this is a reminder that minds come in radically different shapes, and value doesn't have to be rich to be real."
Idk why white people are so obsessed with stories where the oppressed become oppressor. Point me to a single point in history in which racial dynamics completely flipped like that.
Its because white people are deathly afraid of brown people. They're scared of us fighting back, they're scared of facing consequences.
This little rhetorical trick actually dates back to the Antebellum period of the USAmerican south -- it was one of the most popular arguments against the abolition of slavery, and then segregation later. This is even the rhetorical ancestor of Great Replacement "theory" peddled by the descendants of those 1800s and 1900s white supremacists.
getting really tired of going to craft markets and seeing 17 stands of ""homemade jewelry"" where the homemade part is attaching earring hooks to mass produced charms bought in bulk online. i think we've lost sight of the idea here folks
To anyone who believes fairy tale romances never happen in real life, may I remind you that JRR and Edith Tolkien met and experienced a forbidden love in their youth, and then were separated for five whole years because of his guardianâs rules that he could not date till he was 21, and she got engaged to someone else only because she assumed heâd forgotten her and lost hope that she could ever be with him, but then on his 21st birthday, he wrote her a letter saying he still loved her and wanted to marry her, she responded basically saying âif Iâd known you hadnât left me on the shelf, I would never have said yes to anyone else,â then a week later she greeted him at the train station and then immediately dumped her fiancĂ©, and they got married and she converted to his religion and danced for him in a flowering field far away from the trenches into which he was drafted, which left such an impression that he crafted an entire story about the most beautiful maiden in the world who danced in the woods and made enormous sacrifices to be with the man she loved, and they had four kids and remained faithful to each other and blissfully grew old together and their gravestones are now marked with the names of that same fictional couple that he created, who broke every rule and overcame every possible obstacle to be together and get a happy ending, who only did all that because he based it all on their own real love story.
Knowing all this has always made this bit of Berenâs song instantly reduce me to tears:
Though all to ruin fell the world
and were dissolved and backward hurled
unmade into the old abyss,
yet were its making good, for thisâ
the dawn, the dusk, the earth, the seaâ
that LĂșthien on a time should be!
Tolkien straight up wrote a poem that said âthe world could end, but it wouldnât have all been pointless, because she was in this world, however briefly, and that justified all the rest.â Kills me.
Who can outdo Wife Guy Tolkien? Dude was writing elaborate AUs where his wife is an impossibly beautiful magic-wielding immortal elf princess who fights Satan and wins to rescue her human boyfriend from Satanâs doom fortress. Flawless.
Final note: while they were dating, a favorite activity was to go to a local cafe with a balcony and throw sugar cubes into people's hats.
I'm often really dedicated to the visual quality and authenticity of the memes I make, but like idk if I could ever make another human being care about that. I used the proper font and color picked the correct color and sized everything correctly and used the alignment tool to get the spacing right and redrew the nebula background and spent way too long messing with the drop shadow settings to mimic the original text. Skyrim media literacy 0 skill meme. If you care.
Your commitment to craftsmanship is appreciated. Years ago I spent way too long on this stupid meme to get the pull lines in the dark green and the fading of the lime color just right.
i am still stupidly proud of this lmao
can not recommend letting your child do a big scream when they are frustrated enough. Just straight up ask them like "hey do you need to do a big scream?" And if they say yes let cover your ears and say okay GO and let them scream because you know what eventually when you're really frustrated your little person with your face is gonna look at you with their ears covered and yell "HEY DO YOU NEED TA DO A BIG SCHREAM?!" and you can just... do a big scream and it won't scare them and you will feel better too
while there is the widely known online tactic of "inventing a type of guy to get mad at", there's also the rarely mentioned but equally used "inventing a type of guy to defend" (known uses: the little white cancer patient whose make-a-wish is to use the n word once, the Least Privileged Man In The World who can somehow oppress the hypothetical Most Privileged Woman In The World, etc)
Source details and larger version.
all academic writing is either addison rae reveals the meaning (see fig. 1) or a genre I call the "troubling industrial complex" where you identify something that engages hegemonic power in a way that is ambiguous and incoherent and instead of arriving at a coherent reading of it via the work of your thinking and writing (you know like the job that academic writing is supposed to do) you make a really emphatic but essentially contentless claim that it "troubles" that power structure. and often you start reading academic writing and you're like is this addison rae reveals the meaning or is it troubling industrial complex and they're like I don't understand and you pull out a diagram explaining what is addison rae reveals the meaning and what is troubling industrial complex and they laugh and say "it's good academic writing sir" so you read it and it's troubling industrial complex.
fig 1.
Pin Lee is such an awesome character because it takes a specific kind of insane person to grow up in a relatively utopic communal society where you can do any or no job and still have your basic needs met, and still decide that what you really want to specialize in is evil corporation law and winning legal battles against said evil corporations. What's her problem <3
Going to leave all this in the tags!! No, nope! It's honestly so true
I love when murderbot describes her as basically a combat lawyer
I've always thought my boss's multi-monitor work setup was silly but now I've realized that by utilizing three monitors I can use two of them to play monterey bay aquarium live cams at all times and watch beautiful tropical fish and moon jellies while I work and wouldn't you know it. fuck if it's not improving my mood and productivity.
actually you know what that's exactly it i would rather someone add 5 parantheticals after every sentence than use tone indicators it's 1. accomplishing SO much more in terms of clarity 2. extremely funny to look at depending on how they're used
observe:
"is this real? /gen" â i thought /gen meant "general" for ages. i would not be able to understand this on first sight a few years ago and is thus ineffective
"is this real? (genuine question)" â i fully understand this without issue
"is this real? (genuine question) (can't tell) (very realistic) (looks real) (scary) (photoshop?)" â is not only incredibly clear it's also very funny to read all of these thoughts stapled together while also in their own parentheses. it's also the most useful because now i can actually address all parts of what they are asking me with as much specificity as BOTH of us need
parentheses my beloved (they are for bonus thoughts) (and questions) ( and sidetracks) (like a 2nd conversation on top of the first)
